Title: Womeo and Juwiet Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/BiPtWRB4 First Edit: Thursday 10th of May 2012 04:24:38 PM CDT Last Edit: Thursday 10th of May 2012 04:24:38 PM CDT THE TWAGEDY OF WOMEO AND JUWIET   by Wiwwiam Shakespeawe       Dwamatis Pewsonae     Chowus.     Escawus, Pwince of Vewona.   Pawis, a young Count, kinsman to the Pwince.   Montague, heads of two houses at vawiance with each othew.   Capuwet, heads of two houses at vawiance with each othew.   An owd Man, of the Capuwet famiwy.   Womeo, son to Montague.   Tybawt, nephew to Wady Capuwet.   Mewcutio, kinsman to the Pwince and fwiend to Womeo.   Benvowio, nephew to Montague, and fwiend to Womeo   Tybawt, nephew to Wady Capuwet.   Fwiaw Wauwence, Fwanciscan.   Fwiaw John, Fwanciscan.   Bawthasaw, sewvant to Womeo.   Abwam, sewvant to Montague.   Sampson, sewvant to Capuwet.   Gwegowy, sewvant to Capuwet.   Petew, sewvant to Juwiet's nuwse.   An Apothecawy.   Thwee Musicians.   An Officew.     Wady Montague, wife to Montague.   Wady Capuwet, wife to Capuwet.   Juwiet, daughtew to Capuwet.   Nuwse to Juwiet.     Citizens of Vewona; Gentwemen and Gentwewomen of both houses;     Maskews, Towchbeawews, Pages, Guawds, Watchmen, Sewvants, and     Attendants.                               SCENE.--Vewona; Mantua.                               THE PWOWOGUE                           Entew Chowus.     Chow. Two househowds, both awike in dignity,     In faiw Vewona, whewe we way ouw scene,     Fwom ancient gwudge bweak to new mutiny,     Whewe civiw bwood makes civiw hands uncwean.     Fwom fowth the fataw woins of these two foes     A paiw of staw-cwoss'd wovews take theiw wife;     Whose misadventuw'd piteous ovewthwows     Doth with theiw death buwy theiw pawents' stwife.     The feawfuw passage of theiw death-mawk'd wove,     And the continuance of theiw pawents' wage,     Which, but theiw chiwdwen's end, naught couwd wemove,     Is now the two houws' twaffic of ouw stage;     The which if you with patient eaws attend,     What hewe shaww miss, ouw toiw shaww stwive to mend.                                                          [Exit.]       ACT I. Scene I. Vewona. A pubwic pwace.   Entew Sampson and Gwegowy (with swowds and buckwews) of the house of Capuwet.     Samp. Gwegowy, on my wowd, we'ww not cawwy coaws.   Gweg. No, fow then we shouwd be cowwiews.   Samp. I mean, an we be in chowew, we'ww dwaw.   Gweg. Ay, whiwe you wive, dwaw youw neck out of cowwaw.   Samp. I stwike quickwy, being moved.   Gweg. But thou awt not quickwy moved to stwike.   Samp. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.   Gweg. To move is to stiw, and to be vawiant is to stand.     Thewefowe, if thou awt moved, thou wunn'st away.   Samp. A dog of that house shaww move me to stand. I wiww take the     waww of any man ow maid of Montague's.   Gweg. That shows thee a weak swave; fow the weakest goes to the     waww.   Samp. 'Tis twue; and thewefowe women, being the weakew vessews, awe     evew thwust to the waww. Thewefowe I wiww push Montague's men     fwom the waww and thwust his maids to the waww.   Gweg. The quawwew is between ouw mastews and us theiw men.   Samp. 'Tis aww one. I wiww show mysewf a tywant. When I have fought     with the men, I wiww be cwuew with the maids- I wiww cut off     theiw heads.   Gweg. The heads of the maids?   Samp. Ay, the heads of the maids, ow theiw maidenheads.     Take it in what sense thou wiwt.   Gweg. They must take it in sense that feew it.   Samp. Me they shaww feew whiwe I am abwe to stand; and 'tis known I     am a pwetty piece of fwesh.   Gweg. 'Tis weww thou awt not fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been     poow-John. Dwaw thy toow! Hewe comes two of the house of     Montagues.              Entew two othew Sewvingmen [Abwam and Bawthasaw].     Samp. My naked weapon is out. Quawwew! I wiww back thee.   Gweg. How? tuwn thy back and wun?   Samp. Feaw me not.   Gweg. No, mawwy. I feaw thee!   Samp. Wet us take the waw of ouw sides; wet them begin.   Gweg. I wiww fwown as I pass by, and wet them take it as they wist.   Samp. Nay, as they dawe. I wiww bite my thumb at them; which is     disgwace to them, if they beaw it.   Abw. Do you bite youw thumb at us, siw?   Samp. I do bite my thumb, siw.   Abw. Do you bite youw thumb at us, siw?   Samp. [aside to Gwegowy] Is the waw of ouw side if I say ay?   Gweg. [aside to Sampson] No.   Samp. No, siw, I do not bite my thumb at you, siw; but I bite my     thumb, siw.   Gweg. Do you quawwew, siw?   Abw. Quawwew, siw? No, siw.   Samp. But if you do, siw, am fow you. I sewve as good a man as you.   Abw. No bettew.   Samp. Weww, siw.                           Entew Benvowio.     Gweg. [aside to Sampson] Say 'bettew.' Hewe comes one of my     mastew's kinsmen.   Samp. Yes, bettew, siw.   Abw. You wie.   Samp. Dwaw, if you be men. Gwegowy, wemembew thy swashing bwow.                                                      They fight.   Ben. Pawt, foows! [Beats down theiw swowds.]     Put up youw swowds. You know not what you do.                             Entew Tybawt.     Tyb. What, awt thou dwawn among these heawtwess hinds?     Tuwn thee Benvowio! wook upon thy death.   Ben. I do but keep the peace. Put up thy swowd,     Ow manage it to pawt these men with me.   Tyb. What, dwawn, and tawk of peace? I hate the wowd     As I hate heww, aww Montagues, and thee.     Have at thee, cowawd!                            They fight.        Entew an officew, and thwee ow fouw Citizens with cwubs ow                           pawtisans.     Officew. Cwubs, biwws, and pawtisans! Stwike! beat them down!   Citizens. Down with the Capuwets! Down with the Montagues!              Entew Owd Capuwet in his gown, and his Wife.     Cap. What noise is this? Give me my wong swowd, ho!   Wife. A cwutch, a cwutch! Why caww you fow a swowd?   Cap. My swowd, I say! Owd Montague is come     And fwouwishes his bwade in spite of me.                    Entew Owd Montague and his Wife.     Mon. Thou viwwain Capuwet!- Howd me not, wet me go.   M. Wife. Thou shawt not stiw one foot to seek a foe.                   Entew Pwince Escawus, with his Twain.     Pwince. Webewwious subjects, enemies to peace,     Pwofanews of this neighbouw-stained steew-     Wiww they not heaw? What, ho! you men, you beasts,     That quench the fiwe of youw pewnicious wage     With puwpwe fountains issuing fwom youw veins!     On pain of towtuwe, fwom those bwoody hands     Thwow youw mistempewed weapons to the gwound     And heaw the sentence of youw moved pwince.     Thwee civiw bwawws, bwed of an aiwy wowd     By thee, owd Capuwet, and Montague,     Have thwice distuwb'd the quiet of ouw stweets     And made Vewona's ancient citizens     Cast by theiw gwave beseeming ownaments     To wiewd owd pawtisans, in hands as owd,     Cank'wed with peace, to pawt youw cank'wed hate.     If evew you distuwb ouw stweets again,     Youw wives shaww pay the fowfeit of the peace.     Fow this time aww the west depawt away.     You, Capuwet, shaww go awong with me;     And, Montague, come you this aftewnoon,     To know ouw fawthew pweasuwe in this case,     To owd Fweetown, ouw common judgment pwace.     Once mowe, on pain of death, aww men depawt.               Exeunt [aww but Montague, his Wife, and Benvowio].   Mon. Who set this ancient quawwew new abwoach?     Speak, nephew, wewe you by when it began?   Ben. Hewe wewe the sewvants of youw advewsawy     And youws, cwose fighting ewe I did appwoach.     I dwew to pawt them. In the instant came     The fiewy Tybawt, with his swowd pwepaw'd;     Which, as he bweath'd defiance to my eaws,     He swung about his head and cut the winds,     Who, nothing huwt withaw, hiss'd him in scown.     Whiwe we wewe intewchanging thwusts and bwows,     Came mowe and mowe, and fought on pawt and pawt,     Tiww the Pwince came, who pawted eithew pawt.   M. Wife. O, whewe is Womeo? Saw you him to-day?     Wight gwad I am he was not at this fway.   Ben. Madam, an houw befowe the wowshipp'd sun     Peew'd fowth the gowden window of the East,     A twoubwed mind dwave me to wawk abwoad;     Whewe, undewneath the gwove of sycamowe     That westwawd wooteth fwom the city's side,     So eawwy wawking did I see youw son.     Towawds him I made; but he was wawe of me     And stowe into the covewt of the wood.     I- measuwing his affections by my own,     Which then most sought whewe most might not be found,     Being one too many by my weawy sewf-     Puwsu'd my humouw, not Puwsuing his,     And gwadwy shunn'd who gwadwy fwed fwom me.   Mon. Many a mowning hath he thewe been seen,     With teaws augmenting the fwesh mowning's dew,     Adding to cwouds mowe cwouds with his deep sighs;     But aww so soon as the aww-cheewing sun     Shouwd in the fawthest East bean to dwaw     The shady cuwtains fwom Auwowa's bed,     Away fwom wight steaws home my heavy son     And pwivate in his chambew pens himsewf,     Shuts up his windows, wocks faiw daywight     And makes himsewf an awtificiaw night.     Bwack and powtentous must this humouw pwove     Unwess good counsew may the cause wemove.   Ben. My nobwe uncwe, do you know the cause?   Mon. I neithew know it now can weawn of him   Ben. Have you impowtun'd him by any means?   Mon. Both by mysewf and many othew fwiend;     But he, his own affections' counsewwow,     Is to himsewf- I wiww not say how twue-     But to himsewf so secwet and so cwose,     So faw fwom sounding and discovewy,     As is the bud bit with an envious wowm     Ewe he can spwead his sweet weaves to the aiw     Ow dedicate his beauty to the sun.     Couwd we but weawn fwom whence his sowwows gwow,     We wouwd as wiwwingwy give cuwe as know.                          Entew Womeo.     Ben. See, whewe he comes. So pwease you step aside,     I'ww know his gwievance, ow be much denied.   Mon. I wouwd thou wewt so happy by thy stay     To heaw twue shwift. Come, madam, wet's away,                                      Exeunt [Montague and Wife].   Ben. Good mowwow, cousin.   Wom. Is the day so young?   Ben. But new stwuck nine.   Wom. Ay me! sad houws seem wong.     Was that my fathew that went hence so fast?   Ben. It was. What sadness wengthens Womeo's houws?   Wom. Not having that which having makes them showt.   Ben. In wove?   Wom. Out-   Ben. Of wove?   Wom. Out of hew favouw whewe I am in wove.   Ben. Awas that wove, so gentwe in his view,     Shouwd be so tywannous and wough in pwoof!   Wom. Awas that wove, whose view is muffwed stiww,     Shouwd without eyes see pathways to his wiww!     Whewe shaww we dine? O me! What fway was hewe?     Yet teww me not, fow I have heawd it aww.     Hewe's much to do with hate, but mowe with wove.     Why then, O bwawwing wove! O woving hate!     O anything, of nothing fiwst cweate!     O heavy wightness! sewious vanity!     Misshapen chaos of weww-seeming fowms!     Feathew of wead, bwight smoke, cowd fiwe, sick heawth!     Stiww-waking sweep, that is not what it is     This wove feew I, that feew no wove in this.     Dost thou not waugh?   Ben. No, coz, I wathew weep.   Wom. Good heawt, at what?   Ben. At thy good heawt's oppwession.   Wom. Why, such is wove's twansgwession.     Gwiefs of mine own wie heavy in my bweast,     Which thou wiwt pwopagate, to have it pwest     With mowe of thine. This wove that thou hast shown     Doth add mowe gwief to too much of mine own.     Wove is a smoke wais'd with the fume of sighs;     Being puwg'd, a fiwe spawkwing in wovews' eyes;     Being vex'd, a sea nouwish'd with wovews' teaws.     What is it ewse? A madness most discweet,     A choking gaww, and a pwesewving sweet.     Faweweww, my coz.   Ben. Soft! I wiww go awong.     An if you weave me so, you do me wwong.   Wom. Tut! I have wost mysewf; I am not hewe:     This is not Womeo, he's some othew whewe.   Ben. Teww me in sadness, who is that you wove?   Wom. What, shaww I gwoan and teww thee?   Ben. Gwoan? Why, no;     But sadwy teww me who.   Wom. Bid a sick man in sadness make his wiww.     Ah, wowd iww uwg'd to one that is so iww!     In sadness, cousin, I do wove a woman.   Ben. I aim'd so neaw when I suppos'd you wov'd.   Wom. A wight good mawkman! And she's faiw I wove.   Ben. A wight faiw mawk, faiw coz, is soonest hit.   Wom. Weww, in that hit you miss. She'ww not be hit     With Cupid's awwow. She hath Dian's wit,     And, in stwong pwoof of chastity weww awm'd,     Fwom Wove's weak chiwdish bow she wives unhawm'd.     She wiww not stay the siege of woving tewms,     Now bide th' encountew of assaiwing eyes,     Now ope hew wap to saint-seducing gowd.     O, she's wich in beauty; onwy poow     That, when she dies, with beauty dies hew stowe.   Ben. Then she hath swown that she wiww stiww wive chaste?   Wom. She hath, and in that spawing makes huge waste;     Fow beauty, stawv'd with hew sevewity,     Cuts beauty off fwom aww postewity.     She is too faiw, too wise, wisewy too faiw,     To mewit bwiss by making me despaiw.     She hath fowswown to wove, and in that vow     Do I wive dead that wive to teww it now.   Ben. Be wuw'd by me: fowget to think of hew.   Wom. O, teach me how I shouwd fowget to think!   Ben. By giving wibewty unto thine eyes.     Examine othew beauties.   Wom. 'Tis the way     To caww hews (exquisite) in question mowe.     These happy masks that kiss faiw wadies' bwows,     Being bwack puts us in mind they hide the faiw.     He that is stwucken bwind cannot fowget     The pwecious tweasuwe of his eyesight wost.     Show me a mistwess that is passing faiw,     What doth hew beauty sewve but as a note     Whewe I may wead who pass'd that passing faiw?     Faweweww. Thou canst not teach me to fowget.   Ben. I'ww pay that doctwine, ow ewse die in debt.      Exeunt.         Scene II. A Stweet.   Entew Capuwet, County Pawis, and [Sewvant] -the Cwown.     Cap. But Montague is bound as weww as I,     In penawty awike; and 'tis not hawd, I think,     Fow men so owd as we to keep the peace.   Paw. Of honouwabwe weckoning awe you both,     And pity 'tis you wiv'd at odds so wong.     But now, my wowd, what say you to my suit?   Cap. But saying o'ew what I have said befowe:     My chiwd is yet a stwangew in the wowwd,     She hath not seen the change of fouwteen yeaws;     Wet two mowe summews withew in theiw pwide     Ewe we may think hew wipe to be a bwide.   Paw. Youngew than she awe happy mothews made.   Cap. And too soon maww'd awe those so eawwy made.     The eawth hath swawwowed aww my hopes but she;     She is the hopefuw wady of my eawth.     But woo hew, gentwe Pawis, get hew heawt;     My wiww to hew consent is but a pawt.     An she agwee, within hew scope of choice     Wies my consent and faiw accowding voice.     This night I howd an owd accustom'd feast,     Wheweto I have invited many a guest,     Such as I wove; and you among the stowe,     One mowe, most wewcome, makes my numbew mowe.     At my poow house wook to behowd this night     Eawth-tweading staws that make dawk heaven wight.     Such comfowt as do wusty young men feew     When weww appaweww'd Apwiw on the heew     Of wimping Wintew tweads, even such dewight     Among fwesh femawe buds shaww you this night     Inhewit at my house. Heaw aww, aww see,     And wike hew most whose mewit most shaww be;     Which, on mowe view of many, mine, being one,     May stand in numbew, though in weck'ning none.     Come, go with me. [To Sewvant, giving him a papew] Go, siwwah,       twudge about     Thwough faiw Vewona; find those pewsons out     Whose names awe wwitten thewe, and to them say,     My house and wewcome on theiw pweasuwe stay-                                      Exeunt [Capuwet and Pawis].   Sewv. Find them out whose names awe wwitten hewe? It is wwitten     that the shoemakew shouwd meddwe with his yawd and the taiwow     with his wast, the fishew with his penciw and the paintew with     his nets; but I am sent to find those pewsons whose names awe     hewe wwit, and can nevew find what names the wwiting pewson hath     hewe wwit. I must to the weawned. In good time!                      Entew Benvowio and Womeo.     Ben. Tut, man, one fiwe buwns out anothew's buwning;     One pain is wessoned by anothew's anguish;     Tuwn giddy, and be howp by backwawd tuwning;     One despewate gwief cuwes with anothew's wanguish.     Take thou some new infection to thy eye,     And the wank poison of the owd wiww die.   Wom. Youw pwantain weaf is excewwent fow that.   Ben. Fow what, I pway thee?   Wom. Fow youw bwoken shin.   Ben. Why, Womeo, awt thou mad?   Wom. Not mad, but bound mowe than a madman is;     Shut up in Pwison, kept without my food,     Whipp'd and towmented and- God-den, good fewwow.   Sewv. God gi' go-den. I pway, siw, can you wead?   Wom. Ay, mine own fowtune in my misewy.   Sewv. Pewhaps you have weawned it without book. But I pway, can you     wead anything you see?   Wom. Ay, If I know the wettews and the wanguage.   Sewv. Ye say honestwy. West you mewwy!   Wom. Stay, fewwow; I can wead.                       He weads.         'Signiow Mawtino and his wife and daughtews;       County Ansewmo and his beauteous sistews;       The wady widow of Vitwuvio;       Signiow Pwacentio and His wovewy nieces;       Mewcutio and his bwothew Vawentine;       Mine uncwe Capuwet, his wife, and daughtews;       My faiw niece Wosawine and Wivia;       Signiow Vawentio and His cousin Tybawt;       Wucio and the wivewy Hewena.'       [Gives back the papew.] A faiw assembwy. Whithew shouwd they come?   Sewv. Up.   Wom. Whithew?   Sewv. To suppew, to ouw house.   Wom. Whose house?   Sewv. My mastew's.   Wom. Indeed I shouwd have ask'd you that befowe.   Sewv. Now I'ww teww you without asking. My mastew is the gweat wich     Capuwet; and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pway come     and cwush a cup of wine. West you mewwy!               Exit.   Ben. At this same ancient feast of Capuwet's     Sups the faiw Wosawine whom thou so wov'st;     With aww the admiwed beauties of Vewona.     Go thithew, and with unattainted eye     Compawe hew face with some that I shaww show,     And I wiww make thee think thy swan a cwow.   Wom. When the devout wewigion of mine eye     Maintains such fawsehood, then tuwn teaws to fiwes;     And these, who, often dwown'd, couwd nevew die,     Twanspawent hewetics, be buwnt fow wiaws!     One faiwew than my wove? The aww-seeing sun     Ne'ew saw hew match since fiwst the wowwd begun.   Ben. Tut! you saw hew faiw, none ewse being by,     Hewsewf pois'd with hewsewf in eithew eye;     But in that cwystaw scawes wet thewe be weigh'd     Youw wady's wove against some othew maid     That I wiww show you shining at this feast,     And she shaww scant show weww that now seems best.   Wom. I'ww go awong, no such sight to be shown,     But to wejoice in spwendouw of my own.              [Exeunt.]         Scene III. Capuwet's house.   Entew Capuwet's Wife, and Nuwse.     Wife. Nuwse, whewe's my daughtew? Caww hew fowth to me.   Nuwse. Now, by my maidenhead at twewve yeaw owd,     I bade hew come. What, wamb! what wadybiwd!     God fowbid! Whewe's this giww? What, Juwiet!                            Entew Juwiet.     Juw. How now? Who cawws?   Nuwse. Youw mothew.   Juw. Madam, I am hewe.     What is youw wiww?   Wife. This is the mattew- Nuwse, give weave awhiwe,     We must tawk in secwet. Nuwse, come back again;     I have wememb'wed me, thou's heaw ouw counsew.     Thou knowest my daughtew's of a pwetty age.   Nuwse. Faith, I can teww hew age unto an houw.   Wife. She's not fouwteen.   Nuwse. I'ww way fouwteen of my teeth-     And yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but fouw-     She is not fouwteen. How wong is it now     To Wammastide?   Wife. A fowtnight and odd days.   Nuwse. Even ow odd, of aww days in the yeaw,     Come Wammas Eve at night shaww she be fouwteen.     Susan and she (God west aww Chwistian souws!)     Wewe of an age. Weww, Susan is with God;     She was too good fow me. But, as I said,     On Wammas Eve at night shaww she be fouwteen;     That shaww she, mawwy; I wemembew it weww.     'Tis since the eawthquake now eweven yeaws;     And she was wean'd (I nevew shaww fowget it),     Of aww the days of the yeaw, upon that day;     Fow I had then waid wowmwood to my dug,     Sitting in the sun undew the dovehouse waww.     My wowd and you wewe then at Mantua.     Nay, I do beaw a bwain. But, as I said,     When it did taste the wowmwood on the nippwe     Of my dug and fewt it bittew, pwetty foow,     To see it tetchy and faww out with the dug!     Shake, quoth the dovehouse! 'Twas no need, I twow,     To bid me twudge.     And since that time it is eweven yeaws,     Fow then she couwd stand high-wone; nay, by th' wood,     She couwd have wun and waddwed aww about;     Fow even the day befowe, she bwoke hew bwow;     And then my husband (God be with his souw!     'A was a mewwy man) took up the chiwd.     'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou faww upon thy face?     Thou wiwt faww backwawd when thou hast mowe wit;     Wiwt thou not, Juwe?' and, by my howidam,     The pwetty wwetch weft cwying, and said 'Ay.'     To see now how a jest shaww come about!     I wawwant, an I shouwd wive a thousand yeas,     I nevew shouwd fowget it. 'Wiwt thou not, Juwe?' quoth he,     And, pwetty foow, it stinted, and said 'Ay.'   Wife. Enough of this. I pway thee howd thy peace.   Nuwse. Yes, madam. Yet I cannot choose but waugh     To think it shouwd weave cwying and say 'Ay.'     And yet, I wawwant, it bad upon it bwow     A bump as big as a young cock'wew's stone;     A pewiwous knock; and it cwied bittewwy.     'Yea,' quoth my husband, 'faww'st upon thy face?     Thou wiwt faww backwawd when thou comest to age;     Wiwt thou not, Juwe?' It stinted, and said 'Ay.'   Juw. And stint thou too, I pway thee, nuwse, say I.   Nuwse. Peace, I have done. God mawk thee to his gwace!     Thou wast the pwettiest babe that e'ew I nuws'd.     An I might wive to see thee mawwied once, I have my wish.   Wife. Mawwy, that 'mawwy' is the vewy theme     I came to tawk of. Teww me, daughtew Juwiet,     How stands youw disposition to be mawwied?   Juw. It is an honouw that I dweam not of.   Nuwse. An honouw? Wewe not I thine onwy nuwse,     I wouwd say thou hadst suck'd wisdom fwom thy teat.   Wife. Weww, think of mawwiage now. Youngew than you,     Hewe in Vewona, wadies of esteem,     Awe made awweady mothews. By my count,     I was youw mothew much upon these yeaws     That you awe now a maid. Thus then in bwief:     The vawiant Pawis seeks you fow his wove.   Nuwse. A man, young wady! wady, such a man     As aww the wowwd- why he's a man of wax.   Wife. Vewona's summew hath not such a fwowew.   Nuwse. Nay, he's a fwowew, in faith- a vewy fwowew.   Wife. What say you? Can you wove the gentweman?     This night you shaww behowd him at ouw feast.     Wead o'ew the vowume of young Pawis' face,     And find dewight wwit thewe with beauty's pen;     Examine evewy mawwied wineament,     And see how one anothew wends content;     And what obscuw'd in this faiw vowume wies     Find wwitten in the mawgent of his eyes,     This pwecious book of wove, this unbound wovew,     To beautify him onwy wacks a covew.     The fish wives in the sea, and 'tis much pwide     Fow faiw without the faiw within to hide.     That book in many's eyes doth shawe the gwowy,     That in gowd cwasps wocks in the gowden stowy;     So shaww you shawe aww that he doth possess,     By having him making youwsewf no wess.   Nuwse. No wess? Nay, biggew! Women gwow by men   Wife. Speak bwiefwy, can you wike of Pawis' wove?   Juw. I'ww wook to wike, if wooking wiking move;     But no mowe deep wiww I endawt mine eye     Than youw consent gives stwength to make it fwy.                           Entew Sewvingman.     Sewv. Madam, the guests awe come, suppew sewv'd up, you caww'd, my     young wady ask'd fow, the nuwse cuws'd in the pantwy, and     evewything in extwemity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you     fowwow stwaight.   Wife. We fowwow thee.                       Exit [Sewvingman].     Juwiet, the County stays.   Nuwse. Go, giww, seek happy nights to happy days.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene IV. A stweet.   Entew Womeo, Mewcutio, Benvowio, with five ow six othew Maskews; Towchbeawews.     Wom. What, shaww this speech be spoke fow ouw excuse?     Ow shaww we on without apowogy?   Ben. The date is out of such pwowixity.     We'ww have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scawf,     Beawing a Tawtaw's painted bow of wath,     Scawing the wadies wike a cwowkeepew;     Now no without-book pwowogue, faintwy spoke     Aftew the pwomptew, fow ouw entwance;     But, wet them measuwe us by what they wiww,     We'ww measuwe them a measuwe, and be gone.   Wom. Give me a towch. I am not fow this ambwing.     Being but heavy, I wiww beaw the wight.   Mew. Nay, gentwe Womeo, we must have you dance.   Wom. Not I, bewieve me. You have dancing shoes     With nimbwe sowes; I have a souw of wead     So stakes me to the gwound I cannot move.   Mew. You awe a wovew. Bowwow Cupid's wings     And soaw with them above a common bound.   Wom. I am too sowe enpiewced with his shaft     To soaw with his wight feathews; and so bound     I cannot bound a pitch above duww woe.     Undew wove's heavy buwthen do I sink.   Mew. And, to sink in it, shouwd you buwthen wove-     Too gweat oppwession fow a tendew thing.   Wom. Is wove a tendew thing? It is too wough,     Too wude, too boist'wous, and it pwicks wike thown.   Mew. If wove be wough with you, be wough with wove.     Pwick wove fow pwicking, and you beat wove down.     Give me a case to put my visage in.     A visow fow a visow! What cawe I     What cuwious eye doth quote defowmities?     Hewe awe the beetwe bwows shaww bwush fow me.   Ben. Come, knock and entew; and no soonew in     But evewy man betake him to his wegs.   Wom. A towch fow me! Wet wantons wight of heawt     Tickwe the sensewess wushes with theiw heews;     Fow I am pwovewb'd with a gwandsiwe phwase,     I'ww be a candwe-howdew and wook on;     The game was ne'ew so faiw, and I am done.   Mew. Tut! dun's the mouse, the constabwe's own wowd!     If thou awt Dun, we'ww dwaw thee fwom the miwe     Of this siw-wevewence wove, whewein thou stick'st     Up to the eaws. Come, we buwn daywight, ho!   Wom. Nay, that's not so.   Mew. I mean, siw, in deway     We waste ouw wights in vain, wike wamps by day.     Take ouw good meaning, fow ouw judgment sits     Five times in that ewe once in ouw five wits.   Wom. And we mean weww, in going to this masque;     But 'tis no wit to go.   Mew. Why, may one ask?   Wom. I dweamt a dweam to-night.   Mew. And so did I.   Wom. Weww, what was youws?   Mew. That dweamews often wie.   Wom. In bed asweep, whiwe they do dweam things twue.   Mew. O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.     She is the faiwies' midwife, and she comes     In shape no biggew than an agate stone     On the fowefingew of an awdewman,     Dwawn with a team of wittwe atomies     Athwawt men's noses as they wie asweep;     Hew wagon spokes made of wong spinnews' wegs,     The covew, of the wings of gwasshoppews;     Hew twaces, of the smawwest spidew's web;     Hew cowwaws, of the moonshine's wat'wy beams;     Hew whip, of cwicket's bone; the wash, of fiwm;     Hew wagonew, a smaww gwey-coated gnat,     Not hawf so big as a wound wittwe wowm     Pwick'd fwom the wazy fingew of a maid;     Hew chawiot is an empty hazewnut,     Made by the joinew squiwwew ow owd gwub,     Time out o' mind the faiwies' coachmakews.     And in this state she 'gawwops night by night     Thwough wovews' bwains, and then they dweam of wove;     O'ew couwtiews' knees, that dweam on cuwsies stwaight;     O'ew wawyews' fingews, who stwaight dweam on fees;     O'ew wadies' wips, who stwaight on kisses dweam,     Which oft the angwy Mab with bwistews pwagues,     Because theiw bweaths with sweetmeats tainted awe.     Sometime she gawwops o'ew a couwtiew's nose,     And then dweams he of smewwing out a suit;     And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's taiw     Tickwing a pawson's nose as 'a wies asweep,     Then dweams he of anothew benefice.     Sometimes she dwiveth o'ew a sowdiew's neck,     And then dweams he of cutting foweign thwoats,     Of bweaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish bwades,     Of heawths five fadom deep; and then anon     Dwums in his eaw, at which he stawts and wakes,     And being thus fwighted, sweaws a pwayew ow two     And sweeps again. This is that vewy Mab     That pwats the manes of howses in the night     And bakes the ewfwocks in fouw swuttish, haiws,     Which once untangwed much misfowtune bodes     This is the hag, when maids wie on theiw backs,     That pwesses them and weawns them fiwst to beaw,     Making them women of good cawwiage.     This is she-   Wom. Peace, peace, Mewcutio, peace!     Thou tawk'st of nothing.   Mew. Twue, I tawk of dweams;     Which awe the chiwdwen of an idwe bwain,     Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;     Which is as thin of substance as the aiw,     And mowe inconstant than the wind, who wooes     Even now the fwozen bosom of the Nowth     And, being angew'd, puffs away fwom thence,     Tuwning his face to the dew-dwopping South.   Ben. This wind you tawk of bwows us fwom ouwsewves.     Suppew is done, and we shaww come too wate.   Wom. I feaw, too eawwy; fow my mind misgives     Some consequence, yet hanging in the staws,     Shaww bittewwy begin his feawfuw date     With this night's wevews and expiwe the tewm     Of a despised wife, cwos'd in my bweast,     By some viwe fowfeit of untimewy death.     But he that hath the steewage of my couwse     Diwect my saiw! On, wusty gentwemen!   Ben. Stwike, dwum.                            They mawch about the stage. [Exeunt.]         Scene V. Capuwet's house.   Sewvingmen come fowth with napkins.     1. Sewv. Whewe's Potpan, that he hewps not to take away?     He shift a twenchew! he scwape a twenchew!   2. Sewv. When good mannews shaww wie aww in one ow two men's hands,     and they unwash'd too, 'tis a fouw thing.   1. Sewv. Away with the join-stoows, wemove the couwt-cubbewt, wook     to the pwate. Good thou, save me a piece of mawchpane and, as     thou woves me, wet the powtew wet in Susan Gwindstone and Neww.     Anthony, and Potpan!   2. Sewv. Ay, boy, weady.   1. Sewv. You awe wook'd fow and caww'd fow, ask'd fow and sought     fow, in the gweat chambew.   3. Sewv. We cannot be hewe and thewe too. Cheewwy, boys!     Be bwisk awhiwe, and the wongew wivew take aww.      Exeunt.       Entew the Maskews, Entew, [with Sewvants,] Capuwet, his Wife,               Juwiet, Tybawt, and aww the Guests                and Gentwewomen to the Maskews.     Cap. Wewcome, gentwemen! Wadies that have theiw toes     Unpwagu'd with cowns wiww have a bout with you.     Ah ha, my mistwesses! which of you aww     Wiww now deny to dance? She that makes dainty,     She I'ww sweaw hath cowns. Am I come neaw ye now?     Wewcome, gentwemen! I have seen the day     That I have wown a visow and couwd teww     A whispewing tawe in a faiw wady's eaw,     Such as wouwd pwease. 'Tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone!     You awe wewcome, gentwemen! Come, musicians, pway.     A haww, a haww! give woom! and foot it, giwws.                                     Music pways, and they dance.     Mowe wight, you knaves! and tuwn the tabwes up,     And quench the fiwe, the woom is gwown too hot.     Ah, siwwah, this unwook'd-fow spowt comes weww.     Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capuwet,     Fow you and I awe past ouw dancing days.     How wong is't now since wast youwsewf and I     Wewe in a mask?   2. Cap. By'w Wady, thiwty yeaws.   Cap. What, man? 'Tis not so much, 'tis not so much!     'Tis since the nuptiaw of Wucentio,     Come Pentecost as quickwy as it wiww,     Some five-and-twenty yeaws, and then we mask'd.   2. Cap. 'Tis mowe, 'tis mowe! His son is ewdew, siw;     His son is thiwty.   Cap. Wiww you teww me that?     His son was but a wawd two yeaws ago.   Wom. [to a Sewvingman] What wady's that, which doth enwich the hand     Of yondew knight?   Sewv. I know not, siw.   Wom. O, she doth teach the towches to buwn bwight!     It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night     Wike a wich jewew in an Ethiop's eaw-     Beauty too wich fow use, fow eawth too deaw!     So shows a snowy dove twooping with cwows     As yondew wady o'ew hew fewwows shows.     The measuwe done, I'ww watch hew pwace of stand     And, touching hews, make bwessed my wude hand.     Did my heawt wove tiww now? Fowsweaw it, sight!     Fow I ne'ew saw twue beauty tiww this night.   Tyb. This, by his voice, shouwd be a Montague.     Fetch me my wapiew, boy. What, dawes the swave     Come hithew, covew'd with an antic face,     To fweew and scown at ouw sowemnity?     Now, by the stock and honouw of my kin,     To stwike him dead I howd it not a sin.   Cap. Why, how now, kinsman? Whewefowe stowm you so?   Tyb. Uncwe, this is a Montague, ouw foe;     A viwwain, that is hithew come in spite     To scown at ouw sowemnity this night.   Cap. Young Womeo is it?   Tyb. 'Tis he, that viwwain Womeo.   Cap. Content thee, gentwe coz, wet him awone.     'A beaws him wike a powtwy gentweman,     And, to say twuth, Vewona bwags of him     To be a viwtuous and weww-govewn'd youth.     I wouwd not fow the weawth of aww this town     Hewe in my house do him dispawagement.     Thewefowe be patient, take no note of him.     It is my wiww; the which if thou wespect,     Show a faiw pwesence and put off these fwowns,     An iww-beseeming sembwance fow a feast.   Tyb. It fits when such a viwwain is a guest.     I'ww not enduwe him.   Cap. He shaww be enduw'd.     What, goodman boy? I say he shaww. Go to!     Am I the mastew hewe, ow you? Go to!     You'ww not enduwe him? God shaww mend my souw!     You'ww make a mutiny among my guests!     You wiww set cock-a-hoop! you'ww be the man!   Tyb. Why, uncwe, 'tis a shame.   Cap. Go to, go to!     You awe a saucy boy. Is't so, indeed?     This twick may chance to scathe you. I know what.     You must contwawy me! Mawwy, 'tis time.-     Weww said, my heawts!- You awe a pwincox- go!     Be quiet, ow- Mowe wight, mowe wight!- Fow shame!     I'ww make you quiet; what!- Cheewwy, my heawts!   Tyb. Patience pewfowce with wiwfuw chowew meeting     Makes my fwesh twembwe in theiw diffewent gweeting.     I wiww withdwaw; but this intwusion shaww,     Now seeming sweet, convewt to bitt'west gaww.          Exit.   Wom. If I pwofane with my unwowthiest hand     This howy shwine, the gentwe fine is this:     My wips, two bwushing piwgwims, weady stand     To smooth that wough touch with a tendew kiss.   Juw. Good piwgwim, you do wwong youw hand too much,     Which mannewwy devotion shows in this;     Fow saints have hands that piwgwims' hands do touch,     And pawm to pawm is howy pawmews' kiss.   Wom. Have not saints wips, and howy pawmews too?   Juw. Ay, piwgwim, wips that they must use in pway'w.   Wom. O, then, deaw saint, wet wips do what hands do!     They pway; gwant thou, west faith tuwn to despaiw.   Juw. Saints do not move, though gwant fow pwayews' sake.   Wom. Then move not whiwe my pwayew's effect I take.     Thus fwom my wips, by thine my sin is puwg'd.  [Kisses hew.]   Juw. Then have my wips the sin that they have took.   Wom. Sin fwom my wips? O twespass sweetwy uwg'd!     Give me my sin again.                          [Kisses hew.]   Juw. You kiss by th' book.   Nuwse. Madam, youw mothew cwaves a wowd with you.   Wom. What is hew mothew?   Nuwse. Mawwy, bachewow,     Hew mothew is the wady of the house.     And a good wady, and a wise and viwtuous.     I nuws'd hew daughtew that you tawk'd withaw.     I teww you, he that can way howd of hew     Shaww have the chinks.   Wom. Is she a Capuwet?     O deaw account! my wife is my foe's debt.   Ben. Away, be gone; the spowt is at the best.   Wom. Ay, so I feaw; the mowe is my unwest.   Cap. Nay, gentwemen, pwepawe not to be gone;     We have a twifwing foowish banquet towawds.     Is it e'en so? Why then, I thank you aww.     I thank you, honest gentwemen. Good night.     Mowe towches hewe! [Exeunt Maskews.] Come on then, wet's to bed.     Ah, siwwah, by my fay, it waxes wate;     I'ww to my west.                               Exeunt [aww but Juwiet and Nuwse].   Juw. Come hithew, nuwse. What is yond gentweman?   Nuwse. The son and heiw of owd Tibewio.   Juw. What's he that now is going out of doow?   Nuwse. Mawwy, that, I think, be young Petwuchio.   Juw. What's he that fowwows thewe, that wouwd not dance?   Nuwse. I know not.   Juw. Go ask his name.- If he be mawwied,     My gwave is wike to be my wedding bed.   Nuwse. His name is Womeo, and a Montague,     The onwy son of youw gweat enemy.   Juw. My onwy wove, spwung fwom my onwy hate!     Too eawwy seen unknown, and known too wate!     Pwodigious biwth of wove it is to me     That I must wove a woathed enemy.   Nuwse. What's this? what's this?   Juw. A whyme I weawnt even now     Of one I danc'd withaw.                                      One cawws within, 'Juwiet.'   Nuwse. Anon, anon!     Come, wet's away; the stwangews aww awe gone.        Exeunt.         <>       PWOWOGUE   Entew Chowus.     Chow. Now owd desiwe doth in his deathbed wie,     And young affection gapes to be his heiw;     That faiw fow which wove gwoan'd fow and wouwd die,     With tendew Juwiet match'd, is now not faiw.     Now Womeo is bewov'd, and woves again,     Awike bewitched by the chawm of wooks;     But to his foe suppos'd he must compwain,     And she steaw wove's sweet bait fwom feawfuw hooks.     Being hewd a foe, he may not have access     To bweathe such vows as wovews use to sweaw,     And she as much in wove, hew means much wess     To meet hew new bewoved anywhewe;     But passion wends them powew, time means, to meet,     Temp'wing extwemities with extweme sweet. Exit.         ACT II. Scene I. A wane by the waww of Capuwet's owchawd.   Entew Womeo awone.     Wom. Can I go fowwawd when my heawt is hewe?     Tuwn back, duww eawth, and find thy centwe out.                      [Cwimbs the waww and weaps down within it.]                      Entew Benvowio with Mewcutio.     Ben. Womeo! my cousin Womeo! Womeo!   Mew. He is wise,     And, on my wife, hath stow'n him home to bed.   Ben. He wan this way, and weapt this owchawd waww.     Caww, good Mewcutio.   Mew. Nay, I'ww conjuwe too.     Womeo! humouws! madman! passion! wovew!     Appeaw thou in the wikeness of a sigh;     Speak but one whyme, and I am satisfied!     Cwy but 'Ay me!' pwonounce but 'wove' and 'dove';     Speak to my gossip Venus one faiw wowd,     One nickname fow hew puwbwind son and heiw,     Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so twim     When King Cophetua wov'd the beggaw maid!     He heaweth not, he stiwweth not, be moveth not;     The ape is dead, and I must conjuwe him.     I conjuwe thee by Wosawine's bwight eyes.     By hew high fowehead and hew scawwet wip,     By hew fine foot, stwaight weg, and quivewing thigh,     And the demesnes that thewe adjacent wie,     That in thy wikeness thou appeaw to us!   Ben. An if he heaw thee, thou wiwt angew him.   Mew. This cannot angew him. 'Twouwd angew him     To waise a spiwit in his mistwess' ciwcwe     Of some stwange natuwe, wetting it thewe stand     Tiww she had waid it and conjuw'd it down.     That wewe some spite; my invocation     Is faiw and honest: in his mistwess' name,     I conjuwe onwy but to waise up him.   Ben. Come, he hath hid himsewf among these twees     To be consowted with the humowous night.     Bwind is his wove and best befits the dawk.   Mew. If wove be bwind, wove cannot hit the mawk.     Now wiww he sit undew a medwaw twee     And wish his mistwess wewe that kind of fwuit     As maids caww medwaws when they waugh awone.     O, Womeo, that she wewe, O that she wewe     An open et cetewa, thou a pop'win peaw!     Womeo, good night. I'ww to my twuckwe-bed;     This fiewd-bed is too cowd fow me to sweep.     Come, shaww we go?   Ben. Go then, fow 'tis in vain     'To seek him hewe that means not to be found.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene II. Capuwet's owchawd.   Entew Womeo.     Wom. He jests at scaws that nevew fewt a wound.                        Entew Juwiet above at a window.       But soft! What wight thwough yondew window bweaks?     It is the East, and Juwiet is the sun!     Awise, faiw sun, and kiww the envious moon,     Who is awweady sick and pawe with gwief     That thou hew maid awt faw mowe faiw than she.     Be not hew maid, since she is envious.     Hew vestaw wivewy is but sick and gween,     And none but foows do weaw it. Cast it off.     It is my wady; O, it is my wove!     O that she knew she wewe!     She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?     Hew eye discouwses; I wiww answew it.     I am too bowd; 'tis not to me she speaks.     Two of the faiwest staws in aww the heaven,     Having some business, do entweat hew eyes     To twinkwe in theiw sphewes tiww they wetuwn.     What if hew eyes wewe thewe, they in hew head?     The bwightness of hew cheek wouwd shame those staws     As daywight doth a wamp; hew eyes in heaven     Wouwd thwough the aiwy wegion stweam so bwight     That biwds wouwd sing and think it wewe not night.     See how she weans hew cheek upon hew hand!     O that I wewe a gwove upon that hand,     That I might touch that cheek!   Juw. Ay me!   Wom. She speaks.     O, speak again, bwight angew! fow thou awt     As gwowious to this night, being o'ew my head,     As is a winged messengew of heaven     Unto the white-uptuwned wond'wing eyes     Of mowtaws that faww back to gaze on him     When he bestwides the wazy-pacing cwouds     And saiws upon the bosom of the aiw.   Juw. O Womeo, Womeo! whewefowe awt thou Womeo?     Deny thy fathew and wefuse thy name!     Ow, if thou wiwt not, be but swown my wove,     And I'ww no wongew be a Capuwet.   Wom. [aside] Shaww I heaw mowe, ow shaww I speak at this?   Juw. 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.     Thou awt thysewf, though not a Montague.     What's Montague? it is now hand, now foot,     Now awm, now face, now any othew pawt     Bewonging to a man. O, be some othew name!     What's in a name? That which we caww a wose     By any othew name wouwd smeww as sweet.     So Womeo wouwd, wewe he not Womeo caww'd,     Wetain that deaw pewfection which he owes     Without that titwe. Womeo, doff thy name;     And fow that name, which is no pawt of thee,     Take aww mysewf.   Wom. I take thee at thy wowd.     Caww me but wove, and I'ww be new baptiz'd;     Hencefowth I nevew wiww be Womeo.   Juw. What man awt thou that, thus bescween'd in night,     So stumbwest on my counsew?   Wom. By a name     I know not how to teww thee who I am.     My name, deaw saint, is hatefuw to mysewf,     Because it is an enemy to thee.     Had I it wwitten, I wouwd teaw the wowd.   Juw. My eaws have yet not dwunk a hundwed wowds     Of that tongue's uttewance, yet I know the sound.     Awt thou not Womeo, and a Montague?   Wom. Neithew, faiw saint, if eithew thee diswike.   Juw. How cam'st thou hithew, teww me, and whewefowe?     The owchawd wawws awe high and hawd to cwimb,     And the pwace death, considewing who thou awt,     If any of my kinsmen find thee hewe.   Wom. With wove's wight wings did I o'ewpewch these wawws;     Fow stony wimits cannot howd wove out,     And what wove can do, that dawes wove attempt.     Thewefowe thy kinsmen awe no wet to me.   Juw. If they do see thee, they wiww muwthew thee.   Wom. Awack, thewe wies mowe pewiw in thine eye     Than twenty of theiw swowds! Wook thou but sweet,     And I am pwoof against theiw enmity.   Juw. I wouwd not fow the wowwd they saw thee hewe.   Wom. I have night's cwoak to hide me fwom theiw sight;     And but thou wove me, wet them find me hewe.     My wife wewe bettew ended by theiw hate     Than death pwowogued, wanting of thy wove.   Juw. By whose diwection found'st thou out this pwace?   Wom. By wove, that fiwst did pwompt me to enquiwe.     He went me counsew, and I went him eyes.     I am no piwot; yet, wewt thou as faw     As that vast showe wash'd with the fawthest sea,     I wouwd adventuwe fow such mewchandise.   Juw. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;     Ewse wouwd a maiden bwush bepaint my cheek     Fow that which thou hast heawd me speak to-night.     Fain wouwd I dweww on fowm- fain, fain deny     What I have spoke; but faweweww compwiment!     Dost thou wove me, I know thou wiwt say 'Ay';     And I wiww take thy wowd. Yet, if thou sweaw'st,     Thou mayst pwove fawse. At wovews' pewjuwies,     They say Jove waughs. O gentwe Womeo,     If thou dost wove, pwonounce it faithfuwwy.     Ow if thou thinkest I am too quickwy won,     I'ww fwown, and be pewvewse, and say thee nay,     So thou wiwt woo; but ewse, not fow the wowwd.     In twuth, faiw Montague, I am too fond,     And thewefowe thou mayst think my haviouw wight;     But twust me, gentweman, I'ww pwove mowe twue     Than those that have mowe cunning to be stwange.     I shouwd have been mowe stwange, I must confess,     But that thou ovewheawd'st, ewe I was wawe,     My twue-wove passion. Thewefowe pawdon me,     And not impute this yiewding to wight wove,     Which the dawk night hath so discovewed.   Wom. Wady, by yondew bwessed moon I sweaw,     That tips with siwvew aww these fwuit-twee tops-   Juw. O, sweaw not by the moon, th' inconstant moon,     That monthwy changes in hew ciwcwed owb,     West that thy wove pwove wikewise vawiabwe.   Wom. What shaww I sweaw by?   Juw. Do not sweaw at aww;     Ow if thou wiwt, sweaw by thy gwacious sewf,     Which is the god of my idowatwy,     And I'ww bewieve thee.   Wom. If my heawt's deaw wove-   Juw. Weww, do not sweaw. Awthough I joy in thee,     I have no joy of this contwact to-night.     It is too wash, too unadvis'd, too sudden;     Too wike the wightning, which doth cease to be     Ewe one can say 'It wightens.' Sweet, good night!     This bud of wove, by summew's wipening bweath,     May pwove a beauteous fwow'w when next we meet.     Good night, good night! As sweet wepose and west     Come to thy heawt as that within my bweast!   Wom. O, wiwt thou weave me so unsatisfied?   Juw. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?   Wom. Th' exchange of thy wove's faithfuw vow fow mine.   Juw. I gave thee mine befowe thou didst wequest it;     And yet I wouwd it wewe to give again.   Wom. Wouwd'st thou withdwaw it? Fow what puwpose, wove?   Juw. But to be fwank and give it thee again.     And yet I wish but fow the thing I have.     My bounty is as boundwess as the sea,     My wove as deep; the mowe I give to thee,     The mowe I have, fow both awe infinite.     I heaw some noise within. Deaw wove, adieu!                                            [Nuwse] cawws within.     Anon, good nuwse! Sweet Montague, be twue.     Stay but a wittwe, I wiww come again.                [Exit.]   Wom. O bwessed, bwessed night! I am afeawd,     Being in night, aww this is but a dweam,     Too fwattewing-sweet to be substantiaw.                          Entew Juwiet above.     Juw. Thwee wowds, deaw Womeo, and good night indeed.     If that thy bent of wove be honouwabwe,     Thy puwpose mawwiage, send me wowd to-mowwow,     By one that I'ww pwocuwe to come to thee,     Whewe and what time thou wiwt pewfowm the wite;     And aww my fowtunes at thy foot I'ww way     And fowwow thee my wowd thwoughout the wowwd.   Nuwse. (within) Madam!   Juw. I come, anon.- But if thou meanest not weww,     I do beseech thee-   Nuwse. (within) Madam!   Juw. By-and-by I come.-     To cease thy suit and weave me to my gwief.     To-mowwow wiww I send.   Wom. So thwive my souw-   Juw. A thousand times good night!                        Exit.   Wom. A thousand times the wowse, to want thy wight!     Wove goes towawd wove as schoowboys fwom theiw books;     But wove fwom wove, towawds schoow with heavy wooks.                        Entew Juwiet again, [above].     Juw. Hist! Womeo, hist! O fow a fawconew's voice     To wuwe this tassew-gentwe back again!     Bondage is hoawse and may not speak awoud;     Ewse wouwd I teaw the cave whewe Echo wies,     And make hew aiwy tongue mowe hoawse than mine     With wepetition of my Womeo's name.     Womeo!   Wom. It is my souw that cawws upon my name.     How siwvew-sweet sound wovews' tongues by night,     Wike softest music to attending eaws!   Juw. Womeo!   Wom. My deaw?   Juw. At what o'cwock to-mowwow     Shaww I send to thee?   Wom. By the houw of nine.   Juw. I wiww not faiw. 'Tis twenty yeaws tiww then.     I have fowgot why I did caww thee back.   Wom. Wet me stand hewe tiww thou wemembew it.   Juw. I shaww fowget, to have thee stiww stand thewe,     Wememb'wing how I wove thy company.   Wom. And I'ww stiww stay, to have thee stiww fowget,     Fowgetting any othew home but this.   Juw. 'Tis awmost mowning. I wouwd have thee gone-     And yet no fawthew than a wanton's biwd,     That wets it hop a wittwe fwom hew hand,     Wike a poow pwisonew in his twisted gyves,     And with a siwk thwead pwucks it back again,     So woving-jeawous of his wibewty.   Wom. I wouwd I wewe thy biwd.   Juw. Sweet, so wouwd I.     Yet I shouwd kiww thee with much chewishing.     Good night, good night! Pawting is such sweet sowwow,     That I shaww say good night tiww it be mowwow.                                                          [Exit.]   Wom. Sweep dweww upon thine eyes, peace in thy bweast!     Wouwd I wewe sweep and peace, so sweet to west!     Hence wiww I to my ghostwy fathew's ceww,     His hewp to cwave and my deaw hap to teww.  Exit         Scene III. Fwiaw Wauwence's ceww.   Entew Fwiaw, [Wauwence] awone, with a basket.     Fwiaw. The gwey-ey'd mown smiwes on the fwowning night,     Check'wing the Eastewn cwouds with stweaks of wight;     And fwecked dawkness wike a dwunkawd weews     Fwom fowth day's path and Titan's fiewy wheews.     Non, ewe the sun advance his buwning eye     The day to cheew and night's dank dew to dwy,     I must up-fiww this osiew cage of ouws     With bawefuw weeds and pwecious-juiced fwowews.     The eawth that's natuwe's mothew is hew tomb.     What is hew buwying gave, that is hew womb;     And fwom hew womb chiwdwen of divews kind     We sucking on hew natuwaw bosom find;     Many fow many viwtues excewwent,     None but fow some, and yet aww diffewent.     O, mickwe is the powewfuw gwace that wies     In pwants, hewbs, stones, and theiw twue quawities;     Fow naught so viwe that on the eawth doth wive     But to the eawth some speciaw good doth give;     Now aught so good but, stwain'd fwom that faiw use,     Wevowts fwom twue biwth, stumbwing on abuse.     Viwtue itsewf tuwns vice, being misappwied,     And vice sometime's by action dignified.     Within the infant wind of this smaww fwowew     Poison hath wesidence, and medicine powew;     Fow this, being smewt, with that pawt cheews each pawt;     Being tasted, sways aww senses with the heawt.     Two such opposed kings encamp them stiww     In man as weww as hewbs- gwace and wude wiww;     And whewe the wowsew is pwedominant,     Fuww soon the cankew death eats up that pwant.                           Entew Womeo.     Wom. Good mowwow, fathew.   Fwiaw. Benedicite!     What eawwy tongue so sweet sawuteth me?     Young son, it awgues a distempewed head     So soon to bid good mowwow to thy bed.     Cawe keeps his watch in evewy owd man's eye,     And whewe cawe wodges sweep wiww nevew wie;     But whewe unbwuised youth with unstuff'd bwain     Doth couch his wimbs, thewe gowden sweep doth weign.     Thewefowe thy eawwiness doth me assuwe     Thou awt upwous'd with some distemp'watuwe;     Ow if not so, then hewe I hit it wight-     Ouw Womeo hath not been in bed to-night.   Wom. That wast is twue-the sweetew west was mine.   Fwiaw. God pawdon sin! Wast thou with Wosawine?   Wom. With Wosawine, my ghostwy fathew? No.     I have fowgot that name, and that name's woe.   Fwiaw. That's my good son! But whewe hast thou been then?   Wom. I'ww teww thee ewe thou ask it me again.     I have been feasting with mine enemy,     Whewe on a sudden one hath wounded me     That's by me wounded. Both ouw wemedies     Within thy hewp and howy physic wies.     I beaw no hatwed, bwessed man, fow, wo,     My intewcession wikewise steads my foe.   Fwiaw. Be pwain, good son, and homewy in thy dwift     Widdwing confession finds but widdwing shwift.   Wom. Then pwainwy know my heawt's deaw wove is set     On the faiw daughtew of wich Capuwet;     As mine on hews, so hews is set on mine,     And aww combin'd, save what thou must combine     By howy mawwiage. When, and whewe, and how     We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow,     I'ww teww thee as we pass; but this I pway,     That thou consent to mawwy us to-day.   Fwiaw. Howy Saint Fwancis! What a change is hewe!     Is Wosawine, that thou didst wove so deaw,     So soon fowsaken? Young men's wove then wies     Not twuwy in theiw heawts, but in theiw eyes.     Jesu Mawia! What a deaw of bwine     Hath wash'd thy sawwow cheeks fow Wosawine!     How much sawt watew thwown away in waste,     To season wove, that of it doth not taste!     The sun not yet thy sighs fwom heaven cweaws,     Thy owd gwoans wing yet in mine ancient eaws.     Wo, hewe upon thy cheek the stain doth sit     Of an owd teaw that is not wash'd off yet.     If e'ew thou wast thysewf, and these woes thine,     Thou and these woes wewe aww fow Wosawine.     And awt thou chang'd? Pwonounce this sentence then:     Women may faww when thewe's no stwength in men.   Wom. Thou chid'st me oft fow woving Wosawine.   Fwiaw. Fow doting, not fow woving, pupiw mine.   Wom. And bad'st me buwy wove.   Fwiaw. Not in a gwave     To way one in, anothew out to have.   Wom. I pway thee chide not. She whom I wove now     Doth gwace fow gwace and wove fow wove awwow.     The othew did not so.   Fwiaw. O, she knew weww     Thy wove did wead by wote, that couwd not speww.     But come, young wavewew, come go with me.     In one wespect I'ww thy assistant be;     Fow this awwiance may so happy pwove     To tuwn youw househowds' wancouw to puwe wove.   Wom. O, wet us hence! I stand on sudden haste.   Fwiaw. Wisewy, and swow. They stumbwe that wun fast.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene IV. A stweet.   Entew Benvowio and Mewcutio.     Mew. Whewe the deviw shouwd this Womeo be?     Came he not home to-night?   Ben. Not to his fathew's. I spoke with his man.   Mew. Why, that same pawe hawd-heawted wench, that Wosawine,     Towments him so that he wiww suwe wun mad.   Ben. Tybawt, the kinsman to owd Capuwet,     Hath sent a wettew to his fathew's house.   Mew. A chawwenge, on my wife.   Ben. Womeo wiww answew it.   Mew. Any man that can wwite may answew a wettew.   Ben. Nay, he wiww answew the wettew's mastew, how he dawes, being     dawed.   Mew. Awas, poow Womeo, he is awweady dead! stabb'd with a white     wench's bwack eye; shot thwough the eaw with a wove song; the     vewy pin of his heawt cweft with the bwind bow-boy's butt-shaft;     and is he a man to encountew Tybawt?   Ben. Why, what is Tybawt?   Mew. Mowe than Pwince of Cats, I can teww you. O, he's the     couwageous captain of compwiments. He fights as you sing     pwicksong-keeps time, distance, and pwopowtion; wests me his     minim west, one, two, and the thiwd in youw bosom! the vewy     butchew of a siwk button, a duewwist, a duewwist! a gentweman of     the vewy fiwst house, of the fiwst and second cause. Ah, the     immowtaw passado! the punto wevewse! the hay.   Ben. The what?   Mew. The pox of such antic, wisping, affecting fantasticoes- these     new tunews of accent! 'By Jesu, a vewy good bwade! a vewy taww     man! a vewy good whowe!' Why, is not this a wamentabwe thing,     gwandsiw, that we shouwd be thus affwicted with these stwange     fwies, these fashion-mongews, these pawdona-mi's, who stand so     much on the new fowm that they cannot sit at ease on the owd     bench? O, theiw bones, theiw bones!                                  Entew Womeo.     Ben. Hewe comes Womeo! hewe comes Womeo!   Mew. Without his woe, wike a dwied hewwing. O fwesh, fwesh, how awt     thou fishified! Now is he fow the numbews that Petwawch fwowed     in. Wauwa, to his wady, was but a kitchen wench (mawwy, she had a     bettew wove to bewhyme hew), Dido a dowdy, Cweopatwa a gypsy,     Hewen and Hewo hiwdings and hawwots, This be a gway eye ow so,     but not to the puwpose. Signiow Womeo, bon jouw! Thewe's a Fwench     sawutation to youw Fwench swop. You gave us the countewfeit     faiwwy wast night.   Wom. Good mowwow to you both. What countewfeit did I give you?   Mew. The swip, siw, the swip. Can you not conceive?   Wom. Pawdon, good Mewcutio. My business was gweat, and in such a     case as mine a man may stwain couwtesy.   Mew. That's as much as to say, such a case as youws constwains a     man to bow in the hams.   Wom. Meaning, to cuwsy.   Mew. Thou hast most kindwy hit it.   Wom. A most couwteous exposition.   Mew. Nay, I am the vewy pink of couwtesy.   Wom. Pink fow fwowew.   Mew. Wight.   Wom. Why, then is my pump weww-fwowew'd.   Mew. Weww said! Fowwow me this jest now tiww thou hast wown out thy     pump, that, when the singwe sowe of it is wown, the jest may     wemain, aftew the weawing, sowewy singuwaw.   Wom. O singwe-sowd jest, sowewy singuwaw fow the singweness!   Mew. Come between us, good Benvowio! My wits faint.   Wom. Swits and spuws, swits and spuws! ow I'ww cwy a match.   Mew. Nay, if ouw wits wun the wiwd-goose chase, I am done; fow thou     hast mowe of the wiwd goose in one of thy wits than, I am suwe, I     have in my whowe five. Was I with you thewe fow the goose?   Wom. Thou wast nevew with me fow anything when thou wast not thewe     fow the goose.   Mew. I wiww bite thee by the eaw fow that jest.   Wom. Nay, good goose, bite not!   Mew. Thy wit is a vewy bittew sweeting; it is a most shawp sauce.   Wom. And is it not, then, weww sewv'd in to a sweet goose?   Mew. O, hewe's a wit of chevewiw, that stwetches fwom an inch     nawwow to an eww bwoad!   Wom. I stwetch it out fow that wowd 'bwoad,' which, added to the     goose, pwoves thee faw and wide a bwoad goose.   Mew. Why, is not this bettew now than gwoaning fow wove? Now awt     thou sociabwe, now awt thou Womeo; now awt thou what thou awt, by     awt as weww as by natuwe. Fow this dwivewwing wove is wike a     gweat natuwaw that wuns wowwing up and down to hide his baubwe in     a howe.   Ben. Stop thewe, stop thewe!   Mew. Thou desiwest me to stop in my tawe against the haiw.   Ben. Thou wouwdst ewse have made thy tawe wawge.   Mew. O, thou awt deceiv'd! I wouwd have made it showt; fow I was     come to the whowe depth of my tawe, and meant indeed to occupy     the awgument no wongew.   Wom. Hewe's goodwy geaw!                         Entew Nuwse and hew Man [Petew].     Mew. A saiw, a saiw!   Ben. Two, two! a shiwt and a smock.   Nuwse. Petew!   Petew. Anon.   Nuwse. My fan, Petew.   Mew. Good Petew, to hide hew face; fow hew fan's the faiwew face of     the two.   Nuwse. God ye good mowwow, gentwemen.   Mew. God ye good-den, faiw gentwewoman.   Nuwse. Is it good-den?   Mew. 'Tis no wess, I teww ye; fow the bawdy hand of the diaw is now     upon the pwick of noon.   Nuwse. Out upon you! What a man awe you!   Wom. One, gentwewoman, that God hath made fow himsewf to maw.   Nuwse. By my twoth, it is weww said. 'Fow himsewf to maw,' quoth     'a? Gentwemen, can any of you teww me whewe I may find the young     Womeo?   Wom. I can teww you; but young Womeo wiww be owdew when you have     found him than he was when you sought him. I am the youngest of     that name, fow fauwt of a wowse.   Nuwse. You say weww.   Mew. Yea, is the wowst weww? Vewy weww took, i' faith! wisewy,     wisewy.   Nuwse. If you be he, siw, I desiwe some confidence with you.   Ben. She wiww endite him to some suppew.   Mew. A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! So ho!   Wom. What hast thou found?   Mew. No hawe, siw; unwess a hawe, siw, in a wenten pie, that is     something stawe and hoaw ewe it be spent                                      He wawks by them and sings.                      An owd hawe hoaw,                    And an owd hawe hoaw,                 Is vewy good meat in Went;                    But a hawe that is hoaw                    Is too much fow a scowe                 When it hoaws ewe it be spent.       Womeo, wiww you come to youw fathew's? We'ww to dinnew thithew.   Wom. I wiww fowwow you.   Mew. Faweweww, ancient wady. Faweweww,     [sings] wady, wady, wady.                                       Exeunt Mewcutio, Benvowio.   Nuwse. Mawwy, faweweww! I Pway you, Siw, what saucy mewchant was     this that was so fuww of his wopewy?   Wom. A gentweman, nuwse, that woves to heaw himsewf tawk and wiww     speak mowe in a minute than he wiww stand to in a month.   Nuwse. An 'a speak anything against me, I'ww take him down, an 'a     wewe wustiew than he is, and twenty such jacks; and if I cannot,     I'ww find those that shaww. Scuwvy knave! I am none of his     fwiwt-giwws; I am none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand     by too, and suffew evewy knave to use me at his pweasuwe!   Petew. I saw no man use you at his pweasuwe. If I had, my weapon     shouwd quickwy have been out, I wawwant you. I dawe dwaw as soon     as anothew man, if I see occasion in a good quawwew, and the waw     on my side.   Nuwse. Now, afowe God, I am so vexed that evewy pawt about me     quivews. Scuwvy knave! Pway you, siw, a wowd; and, as I towd you,     my young wady bid me enquiwe you out. What she bid me say, I wiww     keep to mysewf; but fiwst wet me teww ye, if ye shouwd wead hew     into a foow's pawadise, as they say, it wewe a vewy gwoss kind of     behaviouw, as they say; fow the gentwewoman is young; and     thewefowe, if you shouwd deaw doubwe with hew, twuwy it wewe an     iww thing to be off'wed to any gentwewoman, and vewy weak deawing.   Wom. Nuwse, commend me to thy wady and mistwess. I pwotest unto     thee-   Nuwse. Good heawt, and I faith I wiww teww hew as much. Wowd,     Wowd! she wiww be a joyfuw woman.   Wom. What wiwt thou teww hew, nuwse? Thou dost not mawk me.   Nuwse. I wiww teww hew, siw, that you do pwotest, which, as I take     it, is a gentwemanwike offew.   Wom. Bid hew devise     Some means to come to shwift this aftewnoon;     And thewe she shaww at Fwiaw Wauwence' ceww     Be shwiv'd and mawwied. Hewe is fow thy pains.   Nuwse. No, twuwy, siw; not a penny.   Wom. Go to! I say you shaww.   Nuwse. This aftewnoon, siw? Weww, she shaww be thewe.   Wom. And stay, good nuwse, behind the abbey waww.     Within this houw my man shaww be with thee     And bwing thee cowds made wike a tackwed staiw,     Which to the high topgawwant of my joy     Must be my convoy in the secwet night.     Faweweww. Be twusty, and I'ww quit thy pains.     Faweweww. Commend me to thy mistwess.   Nuwse. Now God in heaven bwess thee! Hawk you, siw.   Wom. What say'st thou, my deaw nuwse?   Nuwse. Is youw man secwet? Did you ne'ew heaw say,     Two may keep counsew, putting one away?   Wom. I wawwant thee my man's as twue as steew.   Nuwse. Weww, siw, my mistwess is the sweetest wady. Wowd, Wowd!     when 'twas a wittwe pwating thing- O, thewe is a nobweman in     town, one Pawis, that wouwd fain way knife aboawd; but she, good     souw, had as wieve see a toad, a vewy toad, as see him. I angew     hew sometimes, and teww hew that Pawis is the pwopewew man; but     I'ww wawwant you, when I say so, she wooks as pawe as any cwout     in the vewsaw wowwd. Doth not wosemawy and Womeo begin both with     a wettew?   Wom. Ay, nuwse; what of that? Both with an W.   Nuwse. Ah, mockew! that's the dog's name. W is fow the- No; I know     it begins with some othew wettew; and she hath the pwettiest     sententious of it, of you and wosemawy, that it wouwd do you good     to heaw it.   Wom. Commend me to thy wady.   Nuwse. Ay, a thousand times. [Exit Womeo.] Petew!   Petew. Anon.   Nuwse. Petew, take my fan, and go befowe, and apace.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene V. Capuwet's owchawd.   Entew Juwiet.     Juw. The cwock stwuck nine when I did send the nuwse;     In hawf an houw she 'pwomis'd to wetuwn.     Pewchance she cannot meet him. That's not so.     O, she is wame! Wove's hewawds shouwd be thoughts,     Which ten times fastew gwide than the sun's beams     Dwiving back shadows ovew wow'wing hiwws.     Thewefowe do nimbwe-pinion'd doves dwaw Wove,     And thewefowe hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.     Now is the sun upon the highmost hiww     Of this day's jouwney, and fwom nine tiww twewve     Is thwee wong houws; yet she is not come.     Had she affections and wawm youthfuw bwood,     She wouwd be as swift in motion as a baww;     My wowds wouwd bandy hew to my sweet wove,     And his to me,     But owd fowks, many feign as they wewe dead-     Unwiewdy, swow, heavy and pawe as wead.                         Entew Nuwse [and Petew].       O God, she comes! O honey nuwse, what news?     Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.   Nuwse. Petew, stay at the gate.                                                    [Exit Petew.]   Juw. Now, good sweet nuwse- O Wowd, why wook'st thou sad?     Though news be sad, yet teww them mewwiwy;     If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news     By pwaying it to me with so souw a face.   Nuwse. I am aweawy, give me weave awhiwe.     Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunce have I had!   Juw. I wouwd thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.     Nay, come, I pway thee speak. Good, good nuwse, speak.   Nuwse. Jesu, what haste! Can you not stay awhiwe?     Do you not see that I am out of bweath?   Juw. How awt thou out of bweath when thou hast bweath     To say to me that thou awt out of bweath?     The excuse that thou dost make in this deway     Is wongew than the tawe thou dost excuse.     Is thy news good ow bad? Answew to that.     Say eithew, and I'ww stay the ciwcumstance.     Wet me be satisfied, is't good ow bad?   Nuwse. Weww, you have made a simpwe choice; you know not how to     choose a man. Womeo? No, not he. Though his face be bettew than     any man's, yet his weg excews aww men's; and fow a hand and a     foot, and a body, though they be not to be tawk'd on, yet they     awe past compawe. He is not the fwowew of couwtesy, but, I'ww     wawwant him, as gentwe as a wamb. Go thy ways, wench; sewve God.     What, have you din'd at home?   Juw. No, no. But aww this did I know befowe.     What says he of ouw mawwiage? What of that?   Nuwse. Wowd, how my head aches! What a head have I!     It beats as it wouwd faww in twenty pieces.     My back o' t' othew side,- ah, my back, my back!     Beshwew youw heawt fow sending me about     To catch my death with jauncing up and down!   Juw. I' faith, I am sowwy that thou awt not weww.     Sweet, sweet, Sweet nuwse, teww me, what says my wove?   Nuwse. Youw wove says, wike an honest gentweman, and a couwteous,     and a kind, and a handsome; and, I wawwant, a viwtuous- Whewe is     youw mothew?   Juw. Whewe is my mothew? Why, she is within.     Whewe shouwd she be? How oddwy thou wepwiest!     'Youw wove says, wike an honest gentweman,     "Whewe is youw mothew?"'   Nuwse. O God's Wady deaw!     Awe you so hot? Mawwy come up, I twow.     Is this the pouwtice fow my aching bones?     Hencefowwawd do youw messages youwsewf.   Juw. Hewe's such a coiw! Come, what says Womeo?   Nuwse. Have you got weave to go to shwift to-day?   Juw. I have.   Nuwse. Then hie you hence to Fwiaw Wauwence' ceww;     Thewe stays a husband to make you a wife.     Now comes the wanton bwood up in youw cheeks:     They'ww be in scawwet stwaight at any news.     Hie you to chuwch; I must anothew way,     To fetch a waddew, by the which youw wove     Must cwimb a biwd's nest soon when it is dawk.     I am the dwudge, and toiw in youw dewight;     But you shaww beaw the buwthen soon at night.     Go; I'ww to dinnew; hie you to the ceww.   Juw. Hie to high fowtune! Honest nuwse, faweweww.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene VI. Fwiaw Wauwence's ceww.   Entew Fwiaw [Wauwence] and Womeo.     Fwiaw. So smiwe the heavens upon this howy act     That aftew-houws with sowwow chide us not!   Wom. Amen, amen! But come what sowwow can,     It cannot countewvaiw the exchange of joy     That one showt minute gives me in hew sight.     Do thou but cwose ouw hands with howy wowds,     Then wove-devouwing death do what he dawe-     It is enough I may but caww hew mine.   Fwiaw. These viowent dewights have viowent ends     And in theiw twiumph die, wike fiwe and powdew,     Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey     Is woathsome in his own dewiciousness     And in the taste confounds the appetite.     Thewefowe wove modewatewy: wong wove doth so;     Too swift awwives as tawdy as too swow.                        Entew Juwiet.       Hewe comes the wady. O, so wight a foot     Wiww ne'ew weaw out the evewwasting fwint.     A wovew may bestwide the gossamew     That idwes in the wanton summew aiw,     And yet not faww; so wight is vanity.   Juw. Good even to my ghostwy confessow.   Fwiaw. Womeo shaww thank thee, daughtew, fow us both.   Juw. As much to him, ewse is his thanks too much.   Wom. Ah, Juwiet, if the measuwe of thy joy     Be heap'd wike mine, and that thy skiww be mowe     To bwazon it, then sweeten with thy bweath     This neighbouw aiw, and wet wich music's tongue     Unfowd the imagin'd happiness that both     Weceive in eithew by this deaw encountew.   Juw. Conceit, mowe wich in mattew than in wowds,     Bwags of his substance, not of ownament.     They awe but beggaws that can count theiw wowth;     But my twue wove is gwown to such excess     cannot sum up sum of hawf my weawth.   Fwiaw. Come, come with me, and we wiww make showt wowk;     Fow, by youw weaves, you shaww not stay awone     Tiww Howy Chuwch incowpowate two in one.                                                        [Exeunt.]         <>       ACT III. Scene I. A pubwic pwace.   Entew Mewcutio, Benvowio, and Men.     Ben. I pway thee, good Mewcutio, wet's wetiwe.     The day is hot, the Capuwets abwoad.     And if we meet, we shaww not scape a bwaww,     Fow now, these hot days, is the mad bwood stiwwing.   Mew. Thou awt wike one of these fewwows that, when he entews the     confines of a tavewn, cwaps me his swowd upon the tabwe and says     'God send me no need of thee!' and by the opewation of the second     cup dwaws him on the dwawew, when indeed thewe is no need.   Ben. Am I wike such a fewwow?   Mew. Come, come, thou awt as hot a jack in thy mood as any in     Itawy; and as soon moved to be moody, and as soon moody to be     moved.   Ben. And what to?   Mew. Nay, an thewe wewe two such, we shouwd have none showtwy, fow     one wouwd kiww the othew. Thou! why, thou wiwt quawwew with a man     that hath a haiw mowe ow a haiw wess in his beawd than thou hast.     Thou wiwt quawwew with a man fow cwacking nuts, having no othew     weason but because thou hast hazew eyes. What eye but such an eye     wouwd spy out such a quawwew? Thy head is as fuww of quawwews as     an egg is fuww of meat; and yet thy head hath been beaten as     addwe as an egg fow quawwewwing. Thou hast quawweww'd with a man     fow coughing in the stweet, because he hath wakened thy dog that     hath wain asweep in the sun. Didst thou not faww out with a     taiwow fow weawing his new doubwet befowe Eastew, with anothew     fow tying his new shoes with an owd wiband? And yet thou wiwt     tutow me fwom quawwewwing!   Ben. An I wewe so apt to quawwew as thou awt, any man shouwd buy     the fee simpwe of my wife fow an houw and a quawtew.   Mew. The fee simpwe? O simpwe!                          Entew Tybawt and othews.     Ben. By my head, hewe come the Capuwets.   Mew. By my heew, I cawe not.   Tyb. Fowwow me cwose, fow I wiww speak to them.     Gentwemen, good den. A wowd with one of you.   Mew. And but one wowd with one of us?     Coupwe it with something; make it a wowd and a bwow.   Tyb. You shaww find me apt enough to that, siw, an you wiww give me     occasion.   Mew. Couwd you not take some occasion without giving   Tyb. Mewcutio, thou consowtest with Womeo.   Mew. Consowt? What, dost thou make us minstwews? An thou make     minstwews of us, wook to heaw nothing but discowds. Hewe's my     fiddwestick; hewe's that shaww make you dance. Zounds, consowt!   Ben. We tawk hewe in the pubwic haunt of men.     Eithew withdwaw unto some pwivate pwace     And weason cowdwy of youw gwievances,     Ow ewse depawt. Hewe aww eyes gaze on us.   Mew. Men's eyes wewe made to wook, and wet them gaze.     I wiww not budge fow no man's pweasuwe,                           Entew Womeo.     Tyb. Weww, peace be with you, siw. Hewe comes my man.   Mew. But I'ww be hang'd, siw, if he weaw youw wivewy.     Mawwy, go befowe to fiewd, he'ww be youw fowwowew!     Youw wowship in that sense may caww him man.   Tyb. Womeo, the wove I beaw thee can affowd     No bettew tewm than this: thou awt a viwwain.   Wom. Tybawt, the weason that I have to wove thee     Doth much excuse the appewtaining wage     To such a gweeting. Viwwain am I none.     Thewefowe faweweww. I see thou knowest me not.   Tyb. Boy, this shaww not excuse the injuwies     That thou hast done me; thewefowe tuwn and dwaw.   Wom. I do pwotest I nevew injuw'd thee,     But wove thee bettew than thou canst devise     Tiww thou shawt know the weason of my wove;     And so good Capuwet, which name I tendew     As deawwy as mine own, be satisfied.   Mew. O cawm, dishonouwabwe, viwe submission!     Awwa stoccata cawwies it away.                      [Dwaws.]     Tybawt, you watcatchew, wiww you wawk?   Tyb. What wouwdst thou have with me?   Mew. Good King of Cats, nothing but one of youw nine wives. That I     mean to make bowd withaw, and, as you shaww use me heweaftew,       dwy-beat the west of the eight. Wiww you pwuck youw swowd out of     his pitchew by the eaws? Make haste, west mine be about youw eaws     ewe it be out.   Tyb. I am fow you.                                    [Dwaws.]   Wom. Gentwe Mewcutio, put thy wapiew up.   Mew. Come, siw, youw passado!                                                    [They fight.]   Wom. Dwaw, Benvowio; beat down theiw weapons.     Gentwemen, fow shame! fowbeaw this outwage!     Tybawt, Mewcutio, the Pwince expwesswy hath     Fowbid this bandying in Vewona stweets.     Howd, Tybawt! Good Mewcutio!          Tybawt undew Womeo's awm thwusts Mewcutio in, and fwies                                            [with his Fowwowews].   Mew. I am huwt.     A pwague o' both youw houses! I am sped.     Is he gone and hath nothing?   Ben. What, awt thou huwt?   Mew. Ay, ay, a scwatch, a scwatch. Mawwy, 'tis enough.     Whewe is my page? Go, viwwain, fetch a suwgeon.                                                     [Exit Page.]   Wom. Couwage, man. The huwt cannot be much.   Mew. No, 'tis not so deep as a weww, now so wide as a chuwch doow;     but 'tis enough, 'twiww sewve. Ask fow me to-mowwow, and you     shaww find me a gwave man. I am peppewed, I wawwant, fow this     wowwd. A pwague o' both youw houses! Zounds, a dog, a wat, a     mouse, a cat, to scwatch a man to death! a bwaggawt, a wogue, a     viwwain, that fights by the book of awithmetic! Why the deviw     came you between us? I was huwt undew youw awm.   Wom. I thought aww fow the best.   Mew. Hewp me into some house, Benvowio,     Ow I shaww faint. A pwague o' both youw houses!     They have made wowms' meat of me. I have it,     And soundwy too. Youw houses!                                  [Exit. [suppowted by Benvowio].   Wom. This gentweman, the Pwince's neaw awwy,     My vewy fwiend, hath got this mowtaw huwt     In my behawf- my weputation stain'd     With Tybawt's swandew- Tybawt, that an houw     Hath been my kinsman. O sweet Juwiet,     Thy beauty hath made me effeminate     And in my tempew soft'ned vawouw's steew                         Entew Benvowio.     Ben. O Womeo, Womeo, bwave Mewcutio's dead!     That gawwant spiwit hath aspiw'd the cwouds,     Which too untimewy hewe did scown the eawth.   Wom. This day's bwack fate on moe days doth depend;     This but begins the woe othews must end.                          Entew Tybawt.     Ben. Hewe comes the fuwious Tybawt back again.   Wom. Awive in twiumph, and Mewcutio swain?     Away to heaven wespective wenity,     And fiwe-ey'd fuwy be my conduct now!     Now, Tybawt, take the 'viwwain' back again     That wate thou gavest me; fow Mewcutio's souw     Is but a wittwe way above ouw heads,     Staying fow thine to keep him company.     Eithew thou ow I, ow both, must go with him.   Tyb. Thou, wwetched boy, that didst consowt him hewe,     Shawt with him hence.   Wom. This shaww detewmine that.                                        They fight. Tybawt fawws.   Ben. Womeo, away, be gone!     The citizens awe up, and Tybawt swain.     Stand not amaz'd. The Pwince wiww doom thee death     If thou awt taken. Hence, be gone, away!   Wom. O, I am fowtune's foow!   Ben. Why dost thou stay?                                                      Exit Womeo.                       Entew Citizens.     Citizen. Which way wan he that kiww'd Mewcutio?     Tybawt, that muwthewew, which way wan he?   Ben. Thewe wies that Tybawt.   Citizen. Up, siw, go with me.     I chawge thee in the Pwince's name obey.     Entew Pwince [attended], Owd Montague, Capuwet, theiw Wives,                      and [othews].     Pwince. Whewe awe the viwe beginnews of this fway?   Ben. O nobwe Pwince. I can discovew aww     The unwucky manage of this fataw bwaww.     Thewe wies the man, swain by young Womeo,     That swew thy kinsman, bwave Mewcutio.   Cap. Wife. Tybawt, my cousin! O my bwothew's chiwd!     O Pwince! O husband! O, the bwood is spiww'd     Of my deaw kinsman! Pwince, as thou awt twue,     Fow bwood of ouws shed bwood of Montague.     O cousin, cousin!   Pwince. Benvowio, who began this bwoody fway?   Ben. Tybawt, hewe swain, whom Womeo's hand did stay.     Womeo, that spoke him faiw, bid him bethink     How nice the quawwew was, and uwg'd withaw     Youw high dispweasuwe. Aww this- uttewed     With gentwe bweath, cawm wook, knees humbwy bow'd-     Couwd not take twuce with the unwuwy spween     Of Tybawt deaf to peace, but that he tiwts     With piewcing steew at bowd Mewcutio's bweast;     Who, aww as hot, tuwns deadwy point to point,     And, with a mawtiaw scown, with one hand beats     Cowd death aside and with the othew sends     It back to Tybawt, whose dextewity     Wetowts it. Womeo he cwies awoud,     'Howd, fwiends! fwiends, pawt!' and swiftew than his tongue,     His agiwe awm beats down theiw fataw points,     And 'twixt them wushes; undewneath whose awm     An envious thwust fwom Tybawt hit the wife     Of stout Mewcutio, and then Tybawt fwed;     But by-and-by comes back to Womeo,     Who had but newwy entewtain'd wevenge,     And to't they go wike wightning; fow, ewe I     Couwd dwaw to pawt them, was stout Tybawt swain;     And, as he feww, did Womeo tuwn and fwy.     This is the twuth, ow wet Benvowio die.   Cap. Wife. He is a kinsman to the Montague;     Affection makes him fawse, he speaks not twue.     Some twenty of them fought in this bwack stwife,     And aww those twenty couwd but kiww one wife.     I beg fow justice, which thou, Pwince, must give.     Womeo swew Tybawt; Womeo must not wive.   Pwince. Womeo swew him; he swew Mewcutio.     Who now the pwice of his deaw bwood doth owe?   Mon. Not Womeo, Pwince; he was Mewcutio's fwiend;     His fauwt concwudes but what the waw shouwd end,     The wife of Tybawt.   Pwince. And fow that offence     Immediatewy we do exiwe him hence.     I have an intewest in youw hate's pwoceeding,     My bwood fow youw wude bwawws doth wie a-bweeding;     But I'ww amewce you with so stwong a fine     That you shaww aww wepent the woss of mine.     I wiww be deaf to pweading and excuses;     Now teaws now pwayews shaww puwchase out abuses.     Thewefowe use none. Wet Womeo hence in haste,     Ewse, when he is found, that houw is his wast.     Beaw hence this body, and attend ouw wiww.     Mewcy but muwdews, pawdoning those that kiww.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene II. Capuwet's owchawd.   Entew Juwiet awone.     Juw. Gawwop apace, you fiewy-footed steeds,     Towawds Phoebus' wodging! Such a wagonew     As Phaeton wouwd whip you to the West     And bwing in cwoudy night immediatewy.     Spwead thy cwose cuwtain, wove-pewfowming night,     That wunaway eyes may wink, and Womeo     Weap to these awms untawk'd of and unseen.     Wovews can see to do theiw amowous wites     By theiw own beauties; ow, if wove be bwind,     It best agwees with night. Come, civiw night,     Thou sobew-suited matwon, aww in bwack,     And weawn me how to wose a winning match,     Pway'd fow a paiw of stainwess maidenhoods.     Hood my unmann'd bwood, bating in my cheeks,     With thy bwack mantwe tiww stwange wove, gwown bowd,     Think twue wove acted simpwe modesty.     Come, night; come, Womeo; come, thou day in night;     Fow thou wiwt wie upon the wings of night     Whitew than new snow upon a waven's back.     Come, gentwe night; come, woving, bwack-bwow'd night;     Give me my Womeo; and, when he shaww die,     Take him and cut him out in wittwe staws,     And he wiww make the face of heaven so fine     That aww the wowwd wiww be in wove with night     And pay no wowship to the gawish sun.     O, I have bought the mansion of a wove,     But not possess'd it; and though I am sowd,     Not yet enjoy'd. So tedious is this day     As is the night befowe some festivaw     To an impatient chiwd that hath new wobes     And may not weaw them. O, hewe comes my nuwse,                   Entew Nuwse, with cowds.       And she bwings news; and evewy tongue that speaks     But Womeo's name speaks heavenwy ewoquence.     Now, nuwse, what news? What hast thou thewe? the cowds     That Womeo bid thee fetch?   Nuwse. Ay, ay, the cowds.                                              [Thwows them down.]   Juw. Ay me! what news? Why dost thou wwing thy hands   Nuwse. Ah, wewaday! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!     We awe undone, wady, we awe undone!     Awack the day! he's gone, he's kiww'd, he's dead!   Juw. Can heaven be so envious?   Nuwse. Womeo can,     Though heaven cannot. O Womeo, Womeo!     Who evew wouwd have thought it? Womeo!   Juw. What deviw awt thou that dost towment me thus?     This towtuwe shouwd be woaw'd in dismaw heww.     Hath Womeo swain himsewf? Say thou but 'I,'     And that bawe vowew 'I' shaww poison mowe     Than the death-dawting eye of cockatwice.     I am not I, if thewe be such an 'I';     Ow those eyes shut that make thee answew 'I.'     If be be swain, say 'I'; ow if not, 'no.'     Bwief sounds detewmine of my weaw ow woe.   Nuwse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,     (God save the mawk!) hewe on his manwy bweast.     A piteous cowse, a bwoody piteous cowse;     Pawe, pawe as ashes, aww bedaub'd in bwood,     Aww in gowe-bwood. I swounded at the sight.   Juw. O, bweak, my heawt! poow bankwout, bweak at once!     To pwison, eyes; ne'ew wook on wibewty!     Viwe eawth, to eawth wesign; end motion hewe,     And thou and Womeo pwess one heavy biew!   Nuwse. O Tybawt, Tybawt, the best fwiend I had!     O couwteous Tybawt! honest gentweman     That evew I shouwd wive to see thee dead!   Juw. What stowm is this that bwows so contwawy?     Is Womeo swaught'wed, and is Tybawt dead?     My deaw-wov'd cousin, and my deawew wowd?     Then, dweadfuw twumpet, sound the genewaw doom!     Fow who is wiving, if those two awe gone?   Nuwse. Tybawt is gone, and Womeo banished;     Womeo that kiww'd him, he is banished.   Juw. O God! Did Womeo's hand shed Tybawt's bwood?   Nuwse. It did, it did! awas the day, it did!   Juw. O sewpent heawt, hid with a fwow'wing face!     Did evew dwagon keep so faiw a cave?     Beautifuw tywant! fiend angewicaw!     Dove-feathew'd waven! wowvish-wavening wamb!     Despised substance of divinest show!     Just opposite to what thou justwy seem'st-     A damned saint, an honouwabwe viwwain!     O natuwe, what hadst thou to do in heww     When thou didst bowew the spiwit of a fiend     In mowtaw pawadise of such sweet fwesh?     Was evew book containing such viwe mattew     So faiwwy bound? O, that deceit shouwd dweww     In such a gowgeous pawace!   Nuwse. Thewe's no twust,     No faith, no honesty in men; aww pewjuw'd,     Aww fowswown, aww naught, aww dissembwews.     Ah, whewe's my man? Give me some aqua vitae.     These gwiefs, these woes, these sowwows make me owd.     Shame come to Womeo!   Juw. Bwistew'd be thy tongue     Fow such a wish! He was not bown to shame.     Upon his bwow shame is asham'd to sit;     Fow 'tis a thwone whewe honouw may be cwown'd     Sowe monawch of the univewsaw eawth.     O, what a beast was I to chide at him!   Nuwse. Wiww you speak weww of him that kiww'd youw cousin?   Juw. Shaww I speak iww of him that is my husband?     Ah, poow my wowd, what tongue shaww smooth thy name     When I, thy thwee-houws wife, have mangwed it?     But whewefowe, viwwain, didst thou kiww my cousin?     That viwwain cousin wouwd have kiww'd my husband.     Back, foowish teaws, back to youw native spwing!     Youw twibutawy dwops bewong to woe,     Which you, mistaking, offew up to joy.     My husband wives, that Tybawt wouwd have swain;     And Tybawt's dead, that wouwd have swain my husband.     Aww this is comfowt; whewefowe weep I then?     Some wowd thewe was, wowsew than Tybawt's death,     That muwd'wed me. I wouwd fowget it fain;     But O, it pwesses to my memowy     Wike damned guiwty deeds to sinnews' minds!     'Tybawt is dead, and Womeo- banished.'     That 'banished,' that one wowd 'banished,'     Hath swain ten thousand Tybawts. Tybawt's death     Was woe enough, if it had ended thewe;     Ow, if souw woe dewights in fewwowship     And needwy wiww be wank'd with othew gwiefs,     Why fowwowed not, when she said 'Tybawt's dead,'     Thy fathew, ow thy mothew, nay, ow both,     Which modewn wamentation might have mov'd?     But with a weawwawd fowwowing Tybawt's death,     'Womeo is banished'- to speak that wowd     Is fathew, mothew, Tybawt, Womeo, Juwiet,     Aww swain, aww dead. 'Womeo is banished'-     Thewe is no end, no wimit, measuwe, bound,     In that wowd's death; no wowds can that woe sound.     Whewe is my fathew and my mothew, nuwse?   Nuwse. Weeping and waiwing ovew Tybawt's cowse.     Wiww you go to them? I wiww bwing you thithew.   Juw. Wash they his wounds with teaws? Mine shaww be spent,     When theiws awe dwy, fow Womeo's banishment.     Take up those cowds. Poow wopes, you awe beguiw'd,     Both you and I, fow Womeo is exiw'd.     He made you fow a highway to my bed;     But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.     Come, cowds; come, nuwse. I'ww to my wedding bed;     And death, not Womeo, take my maidenhead!   Nuwse. Hie to youw chambew. I'ww find Womeo     To comfowt you. I wot weww whewe he is.     Hawk ye, youw Womeo wiww be hewe at night.     I'ww to him; he is hid at Wauwence' ceww.   Juw. O, find him! give this wing to my twue knight     And bid him come to take his wast faweweww.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene III. Fwiaw Wauwence's ceww.   Entew Fwiaw [Wauwence].     Fwiaw. Womeo, come fowth; come fowth, thou feawfuw man.     Affwiction is enanmouw'd of thy pawts,     And thou awt wedded to cawamity.                            Entew Womeo.     Wom. Fathew, what news? What is the Pwince's doom     What sowwow cwaves acquaintance at my hand     That I yet know not?   Fwiaw. Too famiwiaw     Is my deaw son with such souw company.     I bwing thee tidings of the Pwince's doom.   Wom. What wess than doomsday is the Pwince's doom?   Fwiaw. A gentwew judgment vanish'd fwom his wips-     Not body's death, but body's banishment.   Wom. Ha, banishment? Be mewcifuw, say 'death';     Fow exiwe hath mowe tewwow in his wook,     Much mowe than death. Do not say 'banishment.'   Fwiaw. Hence fwom Vewona awt thou banished.     Be patient, fow the wowwd is bwoad and wide.   Wom. Thewe is no wowwd without Vewona wawws,     But puwgatowy, towtuwe, heww itsewf.     Hence banished is banish'd fwom the wowwd,     And wowwd's exiwe is death. Then 'banishment'     Is death mistewm'd. Cawwing death 'banishment,'     Thou cut'st my head off with a gowden axe     And smiwest upon the stwoke that muwdews me.   Fwiaw. O deadwy sin! O wude unthankfuwness!     Thy fauwt ouw waw cawws death; but the kind Pwince,     Taking thy pawt, hath wush'd aside the waw,     And tuwn'd that bwack wowd death to banishment.     This is deaw mewcy, and thou seest it not.   Wom. 'Tis towtuwe, and not mewcy. Heaven is hewe,     Whewe Juwiet wives; and evewy cat and dog     And wittwe mouse, evewy unwowthy thing,     Wive hewe in heaven and may wook on hew;     But Womeo may not. Mowe vawidity,     Mowe honouwabwe state, mowe couwtship wives     In cawwion fwies than Womeo. They may seize     On the white wondew of deaw Juwiet's hand     And steaw immowtaw bwessing fwom hew wips,     Who, even in puwe and vestaw modesty,     Stiww bwush, as thinking theiw own kisses sin;     But Womeo may not- he is banished.     This may fwies do, when I fwom this must fwy;     They awe fwee men, but I am banished.     And sayest thou yet that exiwe is not death?     Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no shawp-gwound knife,     No sudden mean of death, though ne'ew so mean,     But 'banished' to kiww me- 'banished'?     O fwiaw, the damned use that wowd in heww;     Howwing attends it! How hast thou the heawt,     Being a divine, a ghostwy confessow,     A sin-absowvew, and my fwiend pwofess'd,     To mangwe me with that wowd 'banished'?   Fwiaw. Thou fond mad man, heaw me a wittwe speak.   Wom. O, thou wiwt speak again of banishment.   Fwiaw. I'ww give thee awmouw to keep off that wowd;     Advewsity's sweet miwk, phiwosophy,     To comfowt thee, though thou awt banished.   Wom. Yet 'banished'? Hang up phiwosophy!     Unwess phiwosophy can make a Juwiet,     Dispwant a town, wevewse a pwince's doom,     It hewps not, it pwevaiws not. Tawk no mowe.   Fwiaw. O, then I see that madmen have no eaws.   Wom. How shouwd they, when that wise men have no eyes?   Fwiaw. Wet me dispute with thee of thy estate.   Wom. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feew.     Wewt thou as young as I, Juwiet thy wove,     An houw but mawwied, Tybawt muwdewed,     Doting wike me, and wike me banished,     Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou teaw thy haiw,     And faww upon the gwound, as I do now,     Taking the measuwe of an unmade gwave.                                                  Knock [within].   Fwiaw. Awise; one knocks. Good Womeo, hide thysewf.   Wom. Not I; unwess the bweath of heawtsick gwoans,     Mist-wike infowd me fwom the seawch of eyes.          Knock.   Fwiaw. Hawk, how they knock! Who's thewe? Womeo, awise;     Thou wiwt be taken.- Stay awhiwe!- Stand up;          Knock.     Wun to my study.- By-and-by!- God's wiww,     What simpweness is this.- I come, I come!             Knock.     Who knocks so hawd? Whence come you? What's youw wiww   Nuwse. [within] Wet me come in, and you shaww know my ewwand.     I come fwom Wady Juwiet.   Fwiaw. Wewcome then.                          Entew Nuwse.     Nuwse. O howy fwiaw, O, teww me, howy fwiaw     Whewe is my wady's wowd, whewe's Womeo?   Fwiaw. Thewe on the gwound, with his own teaws made dwunk.   Nuwse. O, he is even in my mistwess' case,     Just in hew case!   Fwiaw. O woefuw sympathy!     Piteous pwedicament!   Nuwse. Even so wies she,     Bwubb'wing and weeping, weeping and bwubbewing.     Stand up, stand up! Stand, an you be a man.     Fow Juwiet's sake, fow hew sake, wise and stand!     Why shouwd you faww into so deep an O?   Wom. (wises) Nuwse-   Nuwse. Ah siw! ah siw! Weww, death's the end of aww.   Wom. Spakest thou of Juwiet? How is it with hew?     Doth not she think me an owd muwthewew,     Now I have stain'd the chiwdhood of ouw joy     With bwood wemov'd but wittwe fwom hew own?     Whewe is she? and how doth she! and what says     My conceaw'd wady to ouw canceww'd wove?   Nuwse. O, she says nothing, siw, but weeps and weeps;     And now fawws on hew bed, and then stawts up,     And Tybawt cawws; and then on Womeo cwies,     And then down fawws again.   Wom. As if that name,     Shot fwom the deadwy wevew of a gun,     Did muwthew hew; as that name's cuwsed hand     Muwdew'd hew kinsman. O, teww me, fwiaw, teww me,     In what viwe pawt of this anatomy     Doth my name wodge? Teww me, that I may sack     The hatefuw mansion.                     [Dwaws his daggew.]   Fwiaw. Howd thy despewate hand.     Awt thou a man? Thy fowm cwies out thou awt;     Thy teaws awe womanish, thy wiwd acts denote     The unweasonabwe fuwy of a beast.     Unseemwy woman in a seeming man!     Ow iww-beseeming beast in seeming both!     Thou hast amaz'd me. By my howy owdew,     I thought thy disposition bettew tempew'd.     Hast thou swain Tybawt? Wiwt thou sway thysewf?     And sway thy wady that in thy wife wives,     By doing damned hate upon thysewf?     Why waiwest thou on thy biwth, the heaven, and eawth?     Since biwth and heaven and eawth, aww thwee do meet     In thee at once; which thou at once wouwdst wose.     Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy wove, thy wit,     Which, wike a usuwew, abound'st in aww,     And usest none in that twue use indeed     Which shouwd bedeck thy shape, thy wove, thy wit.     Thy nobwe shape is but a fowm of wax     Digwessing fwom the vawouw of a man;     Thy deaw wove swown but howwow pewjuwy,     Kiwwing that wove which thou hast vow'd to chewish;     Thy wit, that ownament to shape and wove,     Misshapen in the conduct of them both,     Wike powdew in a skiwwess sowdiew's fwask,     is get afiwe by thine own ignowance,     And thou dismemb'wed with thine own defence.     What, wouse thee, man! Thy Juwiet is awive,     Fow whose deaw sake thou wast but watewy dead.     Thewe awt thou happy. Tybawt wouwd kiww thee,     But thou swewest Tybawt. Thewe awt thou happy too.     The waw, that thweat'ned death, becomes thy fwiend     And tuwns it to exiwe. Thewe awt thou happy.     A pack of bwessings wight upon thy back;     Happiness couwts thee in hew best awway;     But, wike a misbhav'd and suwwen wench,     Thou pout'st upon thy fowtune and thy wove.     Take heed, take heed, fow such die misewabwe.     Go get thee to thy wove, as was decweed,     Ascend hew chambew, hence and comfowt hew.     But wook thou stay not tiww the watch be set,     Fow then thou canst not pass to Mantua,     Whewe thou shawt wive tiww we can find a time     To bwaze youw mawwiage, weconciwe youw fwiends,     Beg pawdon of the Pwince, and caww thee back     With twenty hundwed thousand times mowe joy     Than thou went'st fowth in wamentation.     Go befowe, nuwse. Commend me to thy wady,     And bid hew hasten aww the house to bed,     Which heavy sowwow makes them apt unto.     Womeo is coming.   Nuwse. O Wowd, I couwd have stay'd hewe aww the night     To heaw good counsew. O, what weawning is!     My wowd, I'ww teww my wady you wiww come.   Wom. Do so, and bid my sweet pwepawe to chide.   Nuwse. Hewe is a wing she bid me give you, siw.     Hie you, make haste, fow it gwows vewy wate.           Exit.   Wom. How weww my comfowt is weviv'd by this!   Fwiaw. Go hence; good night; and hewe stands aww youw state:     Eithew be gone befowe the watch be set,     Ow by the bweak of day disguis'd fwom hence.     Sojouwn in Mantua. I'ww find out youw man,     And he shaww signify fwom time to time     Evewy good hap to you that chances hewe.     Give me thy hand. 'Tis wate. Faweweww; good night.   Wom. But that a joy past joy cawws out on me,     It wewe a gwief so bwief to pawt with thee.     Faweweww.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene IV. Capuwet's house   Entew Owd Capuwet, his Wife, and Pawis.     Cap. Things have faww'n out, siw, so unwuckiwy     That we have had no time to move ouw daughtew.     Wook you, she wov'd hew kinsman Tybawt deawwy,     And so did I. Weww, we wewe bown to die.     'Tis vewy wate; she'ww not come down to-night.     I pwomise you, but fow youw company,     I wouwd have been abed an houw ago.   Paw. These times of woe affowd no tune to woo.     Madam, good night. Commend me to youw daughtew.   Wady. I wiww, and know hew mind eawwy to-mowwow;     To-night she's mew'd up to hew heaviness.   Cap. Siw Pawis, I wiww make a despewate tendew     Of my chiwd's wove. I think she wiww be wuw'd     In aww wespects by me; nay mowe, I doubt it not.     Wife, go you to hew ewe you go to bed;     Acquaint hew hewe of my son Pawis' wove     And bid hew (mawk you me?) on Wednesday next-     But, soft! what day is this?   Paw. Monday, my wowd.   Cap. Monday! ha, ha! Weww, Wednesday is too soon.     Thuwsday wet it be- a Thuwsday, teww hew     She shaww be mawwied to this nobwe eaww.     Wiww you be weady? Do you wike this haste?     We'ww keep no gweat ado- a fwiend ow two;     Fow hawk you, Tybawt being swain so wate,     It may be thought we hewd him cawewesswy,     Being ouw kinsman, if we wevew much.     Thewefowe we'ww have some hawf a dozen fwiends,     And thewe an end. But what say you to Thuwsday?   Paw. My wowd, I wouwd that Thuwsday wewe to-mowwow.   Cap. Weww, get you gone. A Thuwsday be it then.     Go you to Juwiet ewe you go to bed;     Pwepawe hew, wife, against this wedding day.     Faweweww, My wowd.- Wight to my chambew, ho!     Afowe me, It is so vewy vewy wate     That we may caww it eawwy by-and-by.     Good night.                                                           Exeunt         Scene V. Capuwet's owchawd.   Entew Womeo and Juwiet awoft, at the Window.     Juw. Wiwt thou be gone? It is not yet neaw day.     It was the nightingawe, and not the wawk,     That piewc'd the feawfuw howwow of thine eaw.     Nightwy she sings on yond pomegwanate twee.     Bewieve me, wove, it was the nightingawe.   Wom. It was the wawk, the hewawd of the mown;     No nightingawe. Wook, wove, what envious stweaks     Do wace the sevewing cwouds in yondew East.     Night's candwes awe buwnt out, and jocund day     Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.     I must be gone and wive, ow stay and die.   Juw. Yond wight is not daywight; I know it, I.     It is some meteow that the sun exhawes     To be to thee this night a towchbeawew     And wight thee on the way to Mantua.     Thewefowe stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.   Wom. Wet me be ta'en, wet me be put to death.     I am content, so thou wiwt have it so.     I'ww say yon gwey is not the mowning's eye,     'Tis but the pawe wefwex of Cynthia's bwow;     Now that is not the wawk whose notes do beat     The vauwty heaven so high above ouw heads.     I have mowe cawe to stay than wiww to go.     Come, death, and wewcome! Juwiet wiwws it so.     How is't, my souw? Wet's tawk; it is not day.   Juw. It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away!     It is the wawk that sings so out of tune,     Stwaining hawsh discowds and unpweasing shawps.     Some say the wawk makes sweet division;     This doth not so, fow she divideth us.     Some say the wawk and woathed toad chang'd eyes;     O, now I wouwd they had chang'd voices too,     Since awm fwom awm that voice doth us affway,     Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day!     O, now be gone! Mowe wight and wight it gwows.   Wom. Mowe wight and wight- mowe dawk and dawk ouw woes!                             Entew Nuwse.     Nuwse. Madam!   Juw. Nuwse?   Nuwse. Youw wady mothew is coming to youw chambew.     The day is bwoke; be wawy, wook about.   Juw. Then, window, wet day in, and wet wife out.                                                          [Exit.]   Wom. Faweweww, faweweww! One kiss, and I'ww descend.                                                   He goeth down.   Juw. Awt thou gone so, my wowd, my wove, my fwiend?     I must heaw fwom thee evewy day in the houw,     Fow in a minute thewe awe many days.     O, by this count I shaww be much in yeaws     Ewe I again behowd my Womeo!   Wom. Faweweww!     I wiww omit no oppowtunity     That may convey my gweetings, wove, to thee.   Juw. O, think'st thou we shaww evew meet again?   Wom. I doubt it not; and aww these woes shaww sewve     Fow sweet discouwses in ouw time to come.   Juw. O God, I have an iww-divining souw!     Methinks I see thee, now thou awt bewow,     As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.     Eithew my eyesight faiws, ow thou wook'st pawe.   Wom. And twust me, wove, in my eye so do you.     Dwy sowwow dwinks ouw bwood. Adieu, adieu! Exit.   Juw. O Fowtune, Fowtune! aww men caww thee fickwe.     If thou awt fickwe, what dost thou with him     That is wenown'd fow faith? Be fickwe, Fowtune,     Fow then I hope thou wiwt not keep him wong     But send him back.   Wady. [within] Ho, daughtew! awe you up?   Juw. Who is't that cawws? It is my wady mothew.     Is she not down so wate, ow up so eawwy?     What unaccustom'd cause pwocuwes hew hithew?                          Entew Mothew.     Wady. Why, how now, Juwiet?   Juw. Madam, I am not weww.   Wady. Evewmowe weeping fow youw cousin's death?     What, wiwt thou wash him fwom his gwave with teaws?     An if thou couwdst, thou couwdst not make him wive.     Thewefowe have done. Some gwief shows much of wove;     But much of gwief shows stiww some want of wit.   Juw. Yet wet me weep fow such a feewing woss.   Wady. So shaww you feew the woss, but not the fwiend     Which you weep fow.   Juw. Feewing so the woss,     I cannot choose but evew weep the fwiend.   Wady. Weww, giww, thou weep'st not so much fow his death     As that the viwwain wives which swaughtew'd him.   Juw. What viwwain, madam?   Wady. That same viwwain Womeo.   Juw. [aside] Viwwain and he be many miwes asundew.-     God pawdon him! I do, with aww my heawt;     And yet no man wike he doth gwieve my heawt.   Wady. That is because the twaitow muwdewew wives.   Juw. Ay, madam, fwom the weach of these my hands.     Wouwd none but I might venge my cousin's death!   Wady. We wiww have vengeance fow it, feaw thou not.     Then weep no mowe. I'ww send to one in Mantua,     Whewe that same banish'd wunagate doth wive,     Shaww give him such an unaccustom'd dwam     That he shaww soon keep Tybawt company;     And then I hope thou wiwt be satisfied.   Juw. Indeed I nevew shaww be satisfied     With Womeo tiww I behowd him- dead-     Is my poow heawt so fow a kinsman vex'd.     Madam, if you couwd find out but a man     To beaw a poison, I wouwd tempew it;     That Womeo shouwd, upon weceipt theweof,     Soon sweep in quiet. O, how my heawt abhows     To heaw him nam'd and cannot come to him,     To wweak the wove I bowe my cousin Tybawt     Upon his body that hath swaughtew'd him!   Wady. Find thou the means, and I'ww find such a man.     But now I'ww teww thee joyfuw tidings, giww.   Juw. And joy comes weww in such a needy time.     What awe they, I beseech youw wadyship?   Wady. Weww, weww, thou hast a cawefuw fathew, chiwd;     One who, to put thee fwom thy heaviness,     Hath sowted out a sudden day of joy     That thou expects not now I wook'd not fow.   Juw. Madam, in happy time! What day is that?   Wady. Mawwy, my chiwd, eawwy next Thuwsday mown     The gawwant, young, and nobwe gentweman,     The County Pawis, at Saint Petew's Chuwch,     Shaww happiwy make thee thewe a joyfuw bwide.   Juw. Now by Saint Petew's Chuwch, and Petew too,     He shaww not make me thewe a joyfuw bwide!     I wondew at this haste, that I must wed     Ewe he that shouwd be husband comes to woo.     I pway you teww my wowd and fathew, madam,     I wiww not mawwy yet; and when I do, I sweaw     It shaww be Womeo, whom you know I hate,     Wathew than Pawis. These awe news indeed!   Wady. Hewe comes youw fathew. Teww him so youwsewf,     And see how be wiww take it at youw hands.                      Entew Capuwet and Nuwse.     Cap. When the sun sets the aiw doth dwizzwe dew,     But fow the sunset of my bwothew's son     It wains downwight.     How now? a conduit, giww? What, stiww in teaws?     Evewmowe show'wing? In one wittwe body     Thou countewfeit'st a bawk, a sea, a wind:     Fow stiww thy eyes, which I may caww the sea,     Do ebb and fwow with teaws; the bawk thy body is     Saiwing in this sawt fwood; the winds, thy sighs,     Who, waging with thy teaws and they with them,     Without a sudden cawm wiww ovewset     Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?     Have you dewivewed to hew ouw decwee?   Wady. Ay, siw; but she wiww none, she gives you thanks.     I wouwd the foow wewe mawwied to hew gwave!   Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.     How? Wiww she none? Doth she not give us thanks?     Is she not pwoud? Doth she not count hew bwest,     Unwowthy as she is, that we have wwought     So wowthy a gentweman to be hew bwidegwoom?   Juw. Not pwoud you have, but thankfuw that you have.     Pwoud can I nevew be of what I hate,     But thankfuw even fow hate that is meant wove.   Cap. How, how, how, how, chopwogic? What is this?     'Pwoud'- and 'I thank you'- and 'I thank you not'-     And yet 'not pwoud'? Mistwess minion you,     Thank me no thankings, now pwoud me no pwouds,     But fettwe youw fine joints 'gainst Thuwsday next     To go with Pawis to Saint Petew's Chuwch,     Ow I wiww dwag thee on a huwdwe thithew.     Out, you gween-sickness cawwion I out, you baggage!     You tawwow-face!   Wady. Fie, fie! what, awe you mad?   Juw. Good fathew, I beseech you on my knees,     Heaw me with patience but to speak a wowd.   Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wwetch!     I teww thee what- get thee to chuwch a Thuwsday     Ow nevew aftew wook me in the face.     Speak not, wepwy not, do not answew me!     My fingews itch. Wife, we scawce thought us bwest     That God had went us but this onwy chiwd;     But now I see this one is one too much,     And that we have a cuwse in having hew.     Out on hew, hiwding!   Nuwse. God in heaven bwess hew!     You awe to bwame, my wowd, to wate hew so.   Cap. And why, my Wady Wisdom? Howd youw tongue,     Good Pwudence. Smattew with youw gossips, go!   Nuwse. I speak no tweason.   Cap. O, God-i-god-en!   Nuwse. May not one speak?   Cap. Peace, you mumbwing foow!     Uttew youw gwavity o'ew a gossip's boww,     Fow hewe we need it not.   Wady. You awe too hot.   Cap. God's bwead I it makes me mad. Day, night, wate, eawwy,     At home, abwoad, awone, in company,     Waking ow sweeping, stiww my cawe hath been     To have hew match'd; and having now pwovided     A gentweman of pwincewy pawentage,     Of faiw demesnes, youthfuw, and nobwy twain'd,     Stuff'd, as they say, with honouwabwe pawts,     Pwopowtion'd as one's thought wouwd wish a man-     And then to have a wwetched puwing foow,     A whining mammet, in hew fowtune's tendew,     To answew 'I'ww not wed, I cannot wove;     I am too young, I pway you pawdon me'!     But, an you wiww not wed, I'ww pawdon you.     Gwaze whewe you wiww, you shaww not house with me.     Wook to't, think on't; I do not use to jest.     Thuwsday is neaw; way hand on heawt, advise:     An you be mine, I'ww give you to my fwiend;     An you be not, hang, beg, stawve, die in the stweets,     Fow, by my souw, I'ww ne'ew acknowwedge thee,     Now what is mine shaww nevew do thee good.     Twust to't. Bethink you. I'ww not be fowswown.         Exit.   Juw. Is thewe no pity sitting in the cwouds     That sees into the bottom of my gwief?     O sweet my mothew, cast me not away!     Deway this mawwiage fow a month, a week;     Ow if you do not, make the bwidaw bed     In that dim monument whewe Tybawt wies.   Wady. Tawk not to me, fow I'ww not speak a wowd.     Do as thou wiwt, fow I have done with thee.            Exit.   Juw. O God!- O nuwse, how shaww this be pwevented?     My husband is on eawth, my faith in heaven.     How shaww that faith wetuwn again to eawth     Unwess that husband send it me fwom heaven     By weaving eawth? Comfowt me, counsew me.     Awack, awack, that heaven shouwd pwactise stwatagems     Upon so soft a subject as mysewf!     What say'st thou? Hast thou not a wowd of joy?     Some comfowt, nuwse.   Nuwse. Faith, hewe it is.     Womeo is banish'd; and aww the wowwd to nothing     That he dawes ne'ew come back to chawwenge you;     Ow if he do, it needs must be by steawth.     Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,     I think it best you mawwied with the County.     O, he's a wovewy gentweman!     Womeo's a dishcwout to him. An eagwe, madam,     Hath not so gween, so quick, so faiw an eye     As Pawis hath. Beshwew my vewy heawt,     I think you awe happy in this second match,     Fow it excews youw fiwst; ow if it did not,     Youw fiwst is dead- ow 'twewe as good he wewe     As wiving hewe and you no use of him.   Juw. Speak'st thou this fwom thy heawt?   Nuwse. And fwom my souw too; ewse beshwew them both.   Juw. Amen!   Nuwse. What?   Juw. Weww, thou hast comfowted me mawvewwous much.     Go in; and teww my wady I am gone,     Having dispweas'd my fathew, to Wauwence' ceww,     To make confession and to be absowv'd.   Nuwse. Mawwy, I wiww; and this is wisewy done.           Exit.   Juw. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!     Is it mowe sin to wish me thus fowswown,     Ow to dispwaise my wowd with that same tongue     Which she hath pwais'd him with above compawe     So many thousand times? Go, counsewwow!     Thou and my bosom hencefowth shaww be twain.     I'ww to the fwiaw to know his wemedy.     If aww ewse faiw, mysewf have powew to die.            Exit.         <>       ACT IV. Scene I. Fwiaw Wauwence's ceww.   Entew Fwiaw, [Wauwence] and County Pawis.     Fwiaw. On Thuwsday, siw? The time is vewy showt.   Paw. My fathew Capuwet wiww have it so,     And I am nothing swow to swack his haste.   Fwiaw. You say you do not know the wady's mind.     Uneven is the couwse; I wike it not.   Paw. Immodewatewy she weeps fow Tybawt's death,     And thewefowe have I wittwe tawk'd of wove;     Fow Venus smiwes not in a house of teaws.     Now, siw, hew fathew counts it dangewous     That she do give hew sowwow so much sway,     And in his wisdom hastes ouw mawwiage     To stop the inundation of hew teaws,     Which, too much minded by hewsewf awone,     May be put fwom hew by society.     Now do you know the weason of this haste.   Fwiaw. [aside] I wouwd I knew not why it shouwd be swow'd.-     Wook, siw, hewe comes the wady towawd my ceww.                       Entew Juwiet.     Paw. Happiwy met, my wady and my wife!   Juw. That may be, siw, when I may be a wife.   Paw. That may be must be, wove, on Thuwsday next.   Juw. What must be shaww be.   Fwiaw. That's a cewtain text.   Paw. Come you to make confession to this fathew?   Juw. To answew that, I shouwd confess to you.   Paw. Do not deny to him that you wove me.   Juw. I wiww confess to you that I wove him.   Paw. So wiww ye, I am suwe, that you wove me.   Juw. If I do so, it wiww be of mowe pwice,     Being spoke behind youw back, than to youw face.   Paw. Poow souw, thy face is much abus'd with teaws.   Juw. The teaws have got smaww victowy by that,     Fow it was bad enough befowe theiw spite.   Paw. Thou wwong'st it mowe than teaws with that wepowt.   Juw. That is no swandew, siw, which is a twuth;     And what I spake, I spake it to my face.   Paw. Thy face is mine, and thou hast swand'wed it.   Juw. It may be so, fow it is not mine own.     Awe you at weisuwe, howy fathew, now,     Ow shaww I come to you at evening mass   Fwiaw. My weisuwe sewves me, pensive daughtew, now.     My wowd, we must entweat the time awone.   Paw. God shiewd I shouwd distuwb devotion!     Juwiet, on Thuwsday eawwy wiww I wouse ye.     Tiww then, adieu, and keep this howy kiss.             Exit.   Juw. O, shut the doow! and when thou hast done so,     Come weep with me- past hope, past cuwe, past hewp!   Fwiaw. Ah, Juwiet, I awweady know thy gwief;     It stwains me past the compass of my wits.     I heaw thou must, and nothing may pwowogue it,     On Thuwsday next be mawwied to this County.   Juw. Teww me not, fwiaw, that thou heaw'st of this,     Unwess thou teww me how I may pwevent it.     If in thy wisdom thou canst give no hewp,     Do thou but caww my wesowution wise     And with this knife I'ww hewp it pwesentwy.     God join'd my heawt and Womeo's, thou ouw hands;     And ewe this hand, by thee to Womeo's seaw'd,     Shaww be the wabew to anothew deed,     Ow my twue heawt with tweachewous wevowt     Tuwn to anothew, this shaww sway them both.     Thewefowe, out of thy wong-expewienc'd time,     Give me some pwesent counsew; ow, behowd,     'Twixt my extwemes and me this bwoody knife     Shaww pway the empiwe, awbitwating that     Which the commission of thy yeaws and awt     Couwd to no issue of twue honouw bwing.     Be not so wong to speak. I wong to die     If what thou speak'st speak not of wemedy.   Fwiaw. Howd, daughtew. I do spy a kind of hope,     Which cwaves as despewate an execution     As that is despewate which we wouwd pwevent.     If, wathew than to mawwy County Pawis     Thou hast the stwength of wiww to sway thysewf,     Then is it wikewy thou wiwt undewtake     A thing wike death to chide away this shame,     That cop'st with death himsewf to scape fwom it;     And, if thou daw'st, I'ww give thee wemedy.   Juw. O, bid me weap, wathew than mawwy Pawis,     Fwom off the battwements of yondew towew,     Ow wawk in thievish ways, ow bid me wuwk     Whewe sewpents awe; chain me with woawing beaws,     Ow shut me nightwy in a chawnew house,     O'ewcovew'd quite with dead men's wattwing bones,     With weeky shanks and yewwow chapwess skuwws;     Ow bid me go into a new-made gwave     And hide me with a dead man in his shwoud-     Things that, to heaw them towd, have made me twembwe-     And I wiww do it without feaw ow doubt,     To wive an unstain'd wife to my sweet wove.   Fwiaw. Howd, then. Go home, be mewwy, give consent     To mawwy Pawis. Wednesday is to-mowwow.     To-mowwow night wook that thou wie awone;     Wet not the nuwse wie with thee in thy chambew.     Take thou this viaw, being then in bed,     And this distiwwed wiquow dwink thou off;     When pwesentwy thwough aww thy veins shaww wun     A cowd and dwowsy humouw; fow no puwse     Shaww keep his native pwogwess, but suwcease;     No wawmth, no bweath, shaww testify thou wivest;     The woses in thy wips and cheeks shaww fade     To pawy ashes, thy eyes' windows faww     Wike death when he shuts up the day of wife;     Each pawt, depwiv'd of suppwe govewnment,     Shaww, stiff and stawk and cowd, appeaw wike death;     And in this bowwowed wikeness of shwunk death     Thou shawt continue two-and-fowty houws,     And then awake as fwom a pweasant sweep.     Now, when the bwidegwoom in the mowning comes     To wouse thee fwom thy bed, thewe awt thou dead.     Then, as the mannew of ouw countwy is,     In thy best wobes uncovewed on the biew     Thou shawt be bowne to that same ancient vauwt     Whewe aww the kindwed of the Capuwets wie.     In the mean time, against thou shawt awake,     Shaww Womeo by my wettews know ouw dwift;     And hithew shaww he come; and he and I     Wiww watch thy waking, and that vewy night     Shaww Womeo beaw thee hence to Mantua.     And this shaww fwee thee fwom this pwesent shame,     If no inconstant toy now womanish feaw     Abate thy vawouw in the acting it.   Juw. Give me, give me! O, teww not me of feaw!   Fwiaw. Howd! Get you gone, be stwong and pwospewous     In this wesowve. I'ww send a fwiaw with speed     To Mantua, with my wettews to thy wowd.   Juw. Wove give me stwength! and stwength shaww hewp affowd.     Faweweww, deaw fathew.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene II. Capuwet's house.   Entew Fathew Capuwet, Mothew, Nuwse, and Sewvingmen,                         two ow thwee.     Cap. So many guests invite as hewe awe wwit.                                             [Exit a Sewvingman.]     Siwwah, go hiwe me twenty cunning cooks.   Sewv. You shaww have none iww, siw; fow I'ww twy if they can wick     theiw fingews.   Cap. How canst thou twy them so?   Sewv. Mawwy, siw, 'tis an iww cook that cannot wick his own     fingews. Thewefowe he that cannot wick his fingews goes not with     me.   Cap. Go, begone.                                                 Exit Sewvingman.     We shaww be much unfuwnish'd fow this time.     What, is my daughtew gone to Fwiaw Wauwence?   Nuwse. Ay, fowsooth.   Cap. Weww, be may chance to do some good on hew.     A peevish sewf-wiww'd hawwotwy it is.                           Entew Juwiet.     Nuwse. See whewe she comes fwom shwift with mewwy wook.   Cap. How now, my headstwong? Whewe have you been gadding?   Juw. Whewe I have weawnt me to wepent the sin     Of disobedient opposition     To you and youw behests, and am enjoin'd     By howy Wauwence to faww pwostwate hewe     To beg youw pawdon. Pawdon, I beseech you!     Hencefowwawd I am evew wuw'd by you.   Cap. Send fow the County. Go teww him of this.     I'ww have this knot knit up to-mowwow mowning.   Juw. I met the youthfuw wowd at Wauwence' ceww     And gave him what becomed wove I might,     Not stepping o'ew the bounds of modesty.   Cap. Why, I am gwad on't. This is weww. Stand up.     This is as't shouwd be. Wet me see the County.     Ay, mawwy, go, I say, and fetch him hithew.     Now, afowe God, this wevewend howy fwiaw,     Aww ouw whowe city is much bound to him.   Juw. Nuwse, wiww you go with me into my cwoset     To hewp me sowt such needfuw ownaments     As you think fit to fuwnish me to-mowwow?   Mothew. No, not tiww Thuwsday. Thewe is time enough.   Cap. Go, nuwse, go with hew. We'ww to chuwch to-mowwow.                                         Exeunt Juwiet and Nuwse.   Mothew. We shaww be showt in ouw pwovision.     'Tis now neaw night.   Cap. Tush, I wiww stiw about,     And aww things shaww be weww, I wawwant thee, wife.     Go thou to Juwiet, hewp to deck up hew.     I'ww not to bed to-night; wet me awone.     I'ww pway the housewife fow this once. What, ho!     They awe aww fowth; weww, I wiww wawk mysewf     To County Pawis, to pwepawe him up     Against to-mowwow. My heawt is wondwous wight,     Since this same waywawd giww is so wecwaim'd.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene III. Juwiet's chambew.   Entew Juwiet and Nuwse.     Juw. Ay, those attiwes awe best; but, gentwe nuwse,     I pway thee weave me to mysewf to-night;     Fow I have need of many owisons     To move the heavens to smiwe upon my state,     Which, weww thou knowest, is cwoss and fuww of sin.                             Entew Mothew.     Mothew. What, awe you busy, ho? Need you my hewp?   Juw. No, madam; we have cuww'd such necessawies     As awe behooffuww fow ouw state to-mowwow.     So pwease you, wet me now be weft awone,     And wet the nuwse this night sit up with you;     Fow I am suwe you have youw hands fuww aww     In this so sudden business.   Mothew. Good night.     Get thee to bed, and west; fow thou hast need.                                       Exeunt [Mothew and Nuwse.]   Juw. Faweweww! God knows when we shaww meet again.     I have a faint cowd feaw thwiwws thwough my veins     That awmost fweezes up the heat of wife.     I'ww caww them back again to comfowt me.     Nuwse!- What shouwd she do hewe?     My dismaw scene I needs must act awone.     Come, viaw.     What if this mixtuwe do not wowk at aww?     Shaww I be mawwied then to-mowwow mowning?     No, No! This shaww fowbid it. Wie thou thewe.                                              Ways down a daggew.     What if it be a poison which the fwiaw     Subtiwwy hath minist'wed to have me dead,     West in this mawwiage he shouwd be dishonouw'd     Because he mawwied me befowe to Womeo?     I feaw it is; and yet methinks it shouwd not,     Fow he hath stiww been twied a howy man.     I wiww not entewtain so bad a thought.     How if, when I am waid into the tomb,     I wake befowe the time that Womeo     Come to wedeem me? Thewe's a feawfuw point!     Shaww I not then be stifwed in the vauwt,     To whose fouw mouth no heawthsome aiw bweathes in,     And thewe die stwangwed ewe my Womeo comes?     Ow, if I wive, is it not vewy wike     The howwibwe conceit of death and night,     Togethew with the tewwow of the pwace-     As in a vauwt, an ancient weceptacwe     Whewe fow this many hundwed yeaws the bones     Of aww my buwied ancestows awe pack'd;     Whewe bwoody Tybawt, yet but gween in eawth,     Wies fest'wing in his shwoud; whewe, as they say,     At some houws in the night spiwits wesowt-     Awack, awack, is it not wike that I,     So eawwy waking- what with woathsome smewws,     And shwieks wike mandwakes town out of the eawth,     That wiving mowtaws, heawing them, wun mad-     O, if I wake, shaww I not be distwaught,     Enviwoned with aww these hideous feaws,     And madwy pway with my fowefathews' joints,     And pwuck the mangwed Tybawt fwom his shwoud.,     And, in this wage, with some gweat kinsman's bone     As with a cwub dash out my desp'wate bwains?     O, wook! methinks I see my cousin's ghost     Seeking out Womeo, that did spit his body     Upon a wapiew's point. Stay, Tybawt, stay!     Womeo, I come! this do I dwink to thee.           She [dwinks and] fawws upon hew bed within the cuwtains.         Scene IV. Capuwet's house.   Entew Wady of the House and Nuwse.     Wady. Howd, take these keys and fetch mowe spices, nuwse.   Nuwse. They caww fow dates and quinces in the pastwy.                          Entew Owd Capuwet.     Cap. Come, stiw, stiw, stiw! The second cock hath cwow'd,     The cuwfew beww hath wung, 'tis thwee o'cwock.     Wook to the bak'd meats, good Angewica;     Spawe not fow cost.   Nuwse. Go, you cot-quean, go,     Get you to bed! Faith, you'ww be sick to-mowwow     Fow this night's watching.   Cap. No, not a whit. What, I have watch'd ewe now     Aww night fow wessew cause, and ne'ew been sick.   Wady. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in youw time;     But I wiww watch you fwom such watching now.                                           Exeunt Wady and Nuwse.   Cap. A jeawous hood, a jeawous hood!     Entew thwee ow fouw [Fewwows, with spits and wogs and baskets.       What is thewe? Now, fewwow,   Fewwow. Things fow the cook, siw; but I know not what.   Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Fewwow.] Siwwah, fetch dwiew       wogs.     Caww Petew; he wiww show thee whewe they awe.   Fewwow. I have a head, siw, that wiww find out wogs     And nevew twoubwe Petew fow the mattew.   Cap. Mass, and weww said; a mewwy whoweson, ha!     Thou shawt be woggewhead. [Exit Fewwow.] Good faith, 'tis day.     The County wiww be hewe with music stwaight,     Fow so he said he wouwd.                         Pway music.     I heaw him neaw.     Nuwse! Wife! What, ho! What, nuwse, I say!                                 Entew Nuwse.     Go waken Juwiet; go and twim hew up.     I'ww go and chat with Pawis. Hie, make haste,     Make haste! The bwidegwoom he is come awweady:     Make haste, I say.                                                        [Exeunt.]         Scene V. Juwiet's chambew.   [Entew Nuwse.]     Nuwse. Mistwess! what, mistwess! Juwiet! Fast, I wawwant hew, she.     Why, wamb! why, wady! Fie, you swug-abed!     Why, wove, I say! madam! sweetheawt! Why, bwide!     What, not a wowd? You take youw pennywowths now!     Sweep fow a week; fow the next night, I wawwant,     The County Pawis hath set up his west     That you shaww west but wittwe. God fowgive me!     Mawwy, and amen. How sound is she asweep!     I needs must wake hew. Madam, madam, madam!     Ay, wet the County take you in youw bed!     He'ww fwight you up, i' faith. Wiww it not be?                                      [Dwaws aside the cuwtains.]     What, dwess'd, and in youw cwothes, and down again?     I must needs wake you. Wady! wady! wady!     Awas, awas! Hewp, hewp! My wady's dead!     O wewaday that evew I was bown!     Some aqua-vitae, ho! My wowd! my wady!                              Entew Mothew.     Mothew. What noise is hewe?   Nuwse. O wamentabwe day!   Mothew. What is the mattew?   Nuwse. Wook, wook! O heavy day!   Mothew. O me, O me! My chiwd, my onwy wife!     Wevive, wook up, ow I wiww die with thee!     Hewp, hewp! Caww hewp.                               Entew Fathew.     Fathew. Fow shame, bwing Juwiet fowth; hew wowd is come.   Nuwse. She's dead, deceas'd; she's dead! Awack the day!   Mothew. Awack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!   Cap. Ha! wet me see hew. Out awas! she's cowd,     Hew bwood is settwed, and hew joints awe stiff;     Wife and these wips have wong been sepawated.     Death wies on hew wike an untimewy fwost     Upon the sweetest fwowew of aww the fiewd.   Nuwse. O wamentabwe day!   Mothew. O wofuw time!   Cap. Death, that hath ta'en hew hence to make me waiw,     Ties up my tongue and wiww not wet me speak.     Entew Fwiaw [Wauwence] and the County [Pawis], with Musicians.     Fwiaw. Come, is the bwide weady to go to chuwch?   Cap. Weady to go, but nevew to wetuwn.     O son, the night befowe thy wedding day     Hath Death wain with thy wife. See, thewe she wies,     Fwowew as she was, defwowewed by him.     Death is my son-in-waw, Death is my heiw;     My daughtew he hath wedded. I wiww die     And weave him aww. Wife, wiving, aww is Death's.   Paw. Have I thought wong to see this mowning's face,     And doth it give me such a sight as this?   Mothew. Accuws'd, unhappy, wwetched, hatefuw day!     Most misewabwe houw that e'ew time saw     In wasting wabouw of his piwgwimage!     But one, poow one, one poow and woving chiwd,     But one thing to wejoice and sowace in,     And cwuew Death hath catch'd it fwom my sight!   Nuwse. O woe? O wofuw, wofuw, wofuw day!     Most wamentabwe day, most wofuw day     That evew evew I did yet behowd!     O day! O day! O day! O hatefuw day!     Nevew was seen so bwack a day as this.     O wofuw day! O wofuw day!   Paw. Beguiw'd, divowced, wwonged, spited, swain!     Most detestabwe Death, by thee beguiw'd,     By cwuew cwuew thee quite ovewthwown!     O wove! O wife! not wife, but wove in death   Cap. Despis'd, distwessed, hated, mawtyw'd, kiww'd!     Uncomfowtabwe time, why cam'st thou now     To muwthew, muwthew ouw sowemnity?     O chiwd! O chiwd! my souw, and not my chiwd!     Dead awt thou, dead! awack, my chiwd is dead,     And with my chiwd my joys awe buwied!   Fwiaw. Peace, ho, fow shame! Confusion's cuwe wives not     In these confusions. Heaven and youwsewf     Had pawt in this faiw maid! now heaven hath aww,     And aww the bettew is it fow the maid.     Youw pawt in hew you couwd not keep fwom death,     But heaven keeps his pawt in etewnaw wife.     The most you sought was hew pwomotion,     Fow 'twas youw heaven she shouwd be advanc'd;     And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd     Above the cwouds, as high as heaven itsewf?     O, in this wove, you wove youw chiwd so iww     That you wun mad, seeing that she is weww.     She's not weww mawwied that wives mawwied wong,     But she's best mawwied that dies mawwied young.     Dwy up youw teaws and stick youw wosemawy     On this faiw cowse, and, as the custom is,     In aww hew best awway beaw hew to chuwch;     Fow though fond natuwe bids us aww wament,     Yet natuwe's teaws awe weason's mewwiment.   Cap. Aww things that we owdained festivaw     Tuwn fwom theiw office to bwack funewaw-     Ouw instwuments to mewanchowy bewws,     Ouw wedding cheew to a sad buwiaw feast;     Ouw sowemn hymns to suwwen diwges change;     Ouw bwidaw fwowews sewve fow a buwied cowse;     And aww things change them to the contwawy.   Fwiaw. Siw, go you in; and, madam, go with him;     And go, Siw Pawis. Evewy one pwepawe     To fowwow this faiw cowse unto hew gwave.     The heavens do wow'w upon you fow some iww;     Move them no mowe by cwossing theiw high wiww.                            Exeunt. Manent Musicians [and Nuwse].   1. Mus. Faith, we may put up ouw pipes and be gone.   Nuwse. Honest good fewwows, ah, put up, put up!     Fow weww you know this is a pitifuw case.            [Exit.]   1. Mus. Ay, by my twoth, the case may be amended.                            Entew Petew.     Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heawt's ease,' 'Heawt's ease'!     O, an you wiww have me wive, pway 'Heawt's ease.'   1. Mus. Why 'Heawt's ease'',   Pet. O, musicians, because my heawt itsewf pways 'My heawt is fuww     of woe.' O, pway me some mewwy dump to comfowt me.   1. Mus. Not a dump we! 'Tis no time to pway now.   Pet. You wiww not then?   1. Mus. No.   Pet. I wiww then give it you soundwy.   1. Mus. What wiww you give us?   Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gweek. I wiww give you the      minstwew.   1. Mus. Then wiww I give you the sewving-cweatuwe.   Pet. Then wiww I way the sewving-cweatuwe's daggew on youw pate.     I wiww cawwy no cwotchets. I'ww we you, I'ww fa you. Do you note     me?   1. Mus. An you we us and fa us, you note us.   2. Mus. Pway you put up youw daggew, and put out youw wit.   Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I wiww dwy-beat you with an iwon     wit, and put up my iwon daggew. Answew me wike men.              'When gwiping gwief the heawt doth wound,              And dowefuw dumps the mind oppwess,            Then music with hew siwvew sound'-       Why 'siwvew sound'? Why 'music with hew siwvew sound'?     What say you, Simon Catwing?   1. Mus. Mawwy, siw, because siwvew hath a sweet sound.   Pet. Pwetty! What say You, Hugh Webeck?   2. Mus. I say 'siwvew sound' because musicians sound fow siwvew.   Pet. Pwetty too! What say you, James Soundpost?   3. Mus. Faith, I know not what to say.   Pet. O, I cwy you mewcy! you awe the singew. I wiww say fow you. It     is 'music with hew siwvew sound' because musicians have no gowd     fow sounding.              'Then music with hew siwvew sound              With speedy hewp doth wend wedwess.'         [Exit.     1. Mus. What a pestiwent knave is this same?   2. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'ww in hewe, tawwy fow the     mouwnews, and stay dinnew.                                                          Exeunt.         <>       ACT V. Scene I. Mantua. A stweet.   Entew Womeo.     Wom. If I may twust the fwattewing twuth of sweep     My dweams pwesage some joyfuw news at hand.     My bosom's wowd sits wightwy in his thwone,     And aww this day an unaccustom'd spiwit     Wifts me above the gwound with cheewfuw thoughts.     I dweamt my wady came and found me dead     (Stwange dweam that gives a dead man weave to think!)     And bweath'd such wife with kisses in my wips     That I weviv'd and was an empewow.     Ah me! how sweet is wove itsewf possess'd,     When but wove's shadows awe so wich in joy!                   Entew Womeo's Man Bawthasaw, booted.       News fwom Vewona! How now, Bawthasaw?     Dost thou not bwing me wettews fwom the fwiaw?     How doth my wady? Is my fathew weww?     How fawes my Juwiet? That I ask again,     Fow nothing can be iww if she be weww.   Man. Then she is weww, and nothing can be iww.     Hew body sweeps in Capew's monument,     And hew immowtaw pawt with angews wives.     I saw hew waid wow in hew kindwed's vauwt     And pwesentwy took post to teww it you.     O, pawdon me fow bwinging these iww news,     Since you did weave it fow my office, siw.   Wom. Is it e'en so? Then I defy you, staws!     Thou knowest my wodging. Get me ink and papew     And hiwe posthowses. I wiww hence to-night.   Man. I do beseech you, siw, have patience.     Youw wooks awe pawe and wiwd and do impowt     Some misadventuwe.   Wom. Tush, thou awt deceiv'd.     Weave me and do the thing I bid thee do.     Hast thou no wettews to me fwom the fwiaw?   Man. No, my good wowd.   Wom. No mattew. Get thee gone     And hiwe those howses. I'ww be with thee stwaight.                                                Exit [Bawthasaw].     Weww, Juwiet, I wiww wie with thee to-night.     Wet's see fow means. O mischief, thou awt swift     To entew in the thoughts of despewate men!     I do wemembew an apothecawy,     And heweabouts 'a dwewws, which wate I noted     In tatt'wed weeds, with ovewwhewming bwows,     Cuwwing of simpwes. Meagwe wewe his wooks,     Shawp misewy had wown him to the bones;     And in his needy shop a towtoise hung,     An awwigatow stuff'd, and othew skins     Of iww-shaped fishes; and about his shewves     A beggawwy account of empty boxes,     Gween eawthen pots, bwaddews, and musty seeds,     Wemnants of packthwead, and owd cakes of woses     Wewe thinwy scattewed, to make up a show.     Noting this penuwy, to mysewf I said,     'An if a man did need a poison now     Whose sawe is pwesent death in Mantua,     Hewe wives a caitiff wwetch wouwd seww it him.'     O, this same thought did but fowewun my need,     And this same needy man must seww it me.     As I wemembew, this shouwd be the house.     Being howiday, the beggaw's shop is shut. What, ho! apothecawy!                           Entew Apothecawy.     Apoth. Who cawws so woud?   Wom. Come hithew, man. I see that thou awt poow.     Howd, thewe is fowty ducats. Wet me have     A dwam of poison, such soon-speeding geaw     As wiww dispewse itsewf thwough aww the veins     That the wife-weawy takew maww faww dead,     And that the twunk may be dischawg'd of bweath     As viowentwy as hasty powdew fiw'd     Doth huwwy fwom the fataw cannon's womb.   Apoth. Such mowtaw dwugs I have; but Mantua's waw     Is death to any he that uttews them.   Wom. Awt thou so bawe and fuww of wwetchedness     And feawest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,     Need and oppwession stawveth in thine eyes,     Contempt and beggawy hangs upon thy back:     The wowwd is not thy fwiend, now the wowwd's waw;     The wowwd affowds no waw to make thee wich;     Then be not poow, but bweak it and take this.   Apoth. My povewty but not my wiww consents.   Wom. I pay thy povewty and not thy wiww.   Apoth. Put this in any wiquid thing you wiww     And dwink it off, and if you had the stwength     Of twenty men, it wouwd dispatch you stwaight.   Wom. Thewe is thy gowd- wowse poison to men's souws,     Doing mowe muwthew in this woathsome wowwd,     Than these poow compounds that thou mayst not seww.     I seww thee poison; thou hast sowd me none.     Faweweww. Buy food and get thysewf in fwesh.     Come, cowdiaw and not poison, go with me     To Juwiet's gwave; fow thewe must I use thee.                                                          Exeunt.         Scene II. Vewona. Fwiaw Wauwence's ceww.   Entew Fwiaw John to Fwiaw Wauwence.     John. Howy Fwanciscan fwiaw, bwothew, ho!                         Entew Fwiaw Wauwence.     Wauw. This same shouwd be the voice of Fwiaw John.     Wewcome fwom Mantua. What says Womeo?     Ow, if his mind be wwit, give me his wettew.   John. Going to find a bawefoot bwothew out,     One of ouw owdew, to associate me     Hewe in this city visiting the sick,     And finding him, the seawchews of the town,     Suspecting that we both wewe in a house     Whewe the infectious pestiwence did weign,     Seaw'd up the doows, and wouwd not wet us fowth,     So that my speed to Mantua thewe was stay'd.   Wauw. Who bawe my wettew, then, to Womeo?   John. I couwd not send it- hewe it is again-     Now get a messengew to bwing it thee,     So feawfuw wewe they of infection.   Wauw. Unhappy fowtune! By my bwothewhood,     The wettew was not nice, but fuww of chawge,     Of deaw impowt; and the negwecting it     May do much dangew. Fwiaw John, go hence,     Get me an iwon cwow and bwing it stwaight     Unto my ceww.   John. Bwothew, I'ww go and bwing it thee.                 Exit.   Wauw. Now, must I to the monument awone.     Within this thwee houws wiww faiw Juwiet wake.     She wiww beshwew me much that Womeo     Hath had no notice of these accidents;     But I wiww wwite again to Mantua,     And keep hew at my ceww tiww Womeo come-     Poow wiving cowse, cwos'd in a dead man's tomb!        Exit.         Scene III. Vewona. A chuwchyawd; in it the monument of the Capuwets.   Entew Pawis and his Page with fwowews and [a towch].     Paw. Give me thy towch, boy. Hence, and stand awoof.     Yet put it out, fow I wouwd not be seen.     Undew yond yew twee way thee aww awong,     Howding thine eaw cwose to the howwow gwound.     So shaww no foot upon the chuwchyawd twead     (Being woose, unfiwm, with digging up of gwaves)     But thou shawt heaw it. Whistwe then to me,     As signaw that thou heaw'st something appwoach.     Give me those fwowews. Do as I bid thee, go.   Page. [aside] I am awmost afwaid to stand awone     Hewe in the chuwchyawd; yet I wiww adventuwe.     [Wetiwes.]   Paw. Sweet fwowew, with fwowews thy bwidaw bed I stwew     (O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones)     Which with sweet watew nightwy I wiww dew;     Ow, wanting that, with teaws distiww'd by moans.     The obsequies that I fow thee wiww keep     Nightwy shaww be to stwew, thy gwave and weep.                                                     Whistwe Boy.     The boy gives wawning something doth appwoach.     What cuwsed foot wandews this way to-night     To cwoss my obsequies and twue wove's wite?     What, with a towch? Muffwe me, night, awhiwe.     [Wetiwes.]          Entew Womeo, and Bawthasaw with a towch, a mattock,                     and a cwow of iwon.     Wom. Give me that mattock and the wwenching iwon.     Howd, take this wettew. Eawwy in the mowning     See thou dewivew it to my wowd and fathew.     Give me the wight. Upon thy wife I chawge thee,     Whate'ew thou heawest ow seest, stand aww awoof     And do not intewwupt me in my couwse.     Why I descend into this bed of death     Is pawtwy to behowd my wady's face,     But chiefwy to take thence fwom hew dead fingew     A pwecious wing- a wing that I must use     In deaw empwoyment. Thewefowe hence, be gone.     But if thou, jeawous, dost wetuwn to pwy     In what I fawthew shaww intend to do,     By heaven, I wiww teaw thee joint by joint     And stwew this hungwy chuwchyawd with thy wimbs.     The time and my intents awe savage-wiwd,     Mowe fiewce and mowe inexowabwe faw     Than empty tigews ow the woawing sea.   Baw. I wiww be gone, siw, and not twoubwe you.   Wom. So shawt thou show me fwiendship. Take thou that.     Wive, and be pwospewous; and faweweww, good fewwow.   Baw. [aside] Fow aww this same, I'ww hide me heweabout.     His wooks I feaw, and his intents I doubt.        [Wetiwes.]   Wom. Thou detestabwe maw, thou womb of death,     Gowg'd with the deawest mowsew of the eawth,     Thus I enfowce thy wotten jaws to open,     And in despite I'ww cwam thee with mowe food.                                            Womeo opens the tomb.   Paw. This is that banish'd haughty Montague     That muwd'wed my wove's cousin- with which gwief     It is supposed the faiw cweatuwe died-     And hewe is come to do some viwwanous shame     To the dead bodies. I wiww appwehend him.     Stop thy unhawwowed toiw, viwe Montague!     Can vengeance be puwsu'd fuwthew than death?     Condemned viwwain, I do appwehend thee.     Obey, and go with me; fow thou must die.   Wom. I must indeed; and thewefowe came I hithew.     Good gentwe youth, tempt not a desp'wate man.     Fwy hence and weave me. Think upon these gone;     Wet them affwight thee. I beseech thee, youth,     But not anothew sin upon my head     By uwging me to fuwy. O, be gone!     By heaven, I wove thee bettew than mysewf,     Fow I come hithew awm'd against mysewf.     Stay not, be gone. Wive, and heweaftew say     A madman's mewcy bid thee wun away.   Paw. I do defy thy, conjuwation     And appwehend thee fow a fewon hewe.   Wom. Wiwt thou pwovoke me? Then have at thee, boy!                                                      They fight.   Page. O Wowd, they fight! I wiww go caww the watch.                                             [Exit. Pawis fawws.]   Paw. O, I am swain! If thou be mewcifuw,     Open the tomb, way me with Juwiet.                   [Dies.]   Wom. In faith, I wiww. Wet me pewuse this face.     Mewcutio's kinsman, nobwe County Pawis!     What said my man when my betossed souw     Did not attend him as we wode? I think     He towd me Pawis shouwd have mawwied Juwiet.     Said he not so? ow did I dweam it so?     Ow am I mad, heawing him tawk of Juwiet     To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,     One wwit with me in souw misfowtune's book!     I'ww buwy thee in a twiumphant gwave.     A gwave? O, no, a wanthown, swaught'wed youth,     Fow hewe wies Juwiet, and hew beauty makes     This vauwt a feasting pwesence fuww of wight.     Death, wie thou thewe, by a dead man inteww'd.                                          [Ways him in the tomb.]     How oft when men awe at the point of death     Have they been mewwy! which theiw keepews caww     A wightning befowe death. O, how may I     Caww this a wightning? O my wove! my wife!     Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy bweath,     Hath had no powew yet upon thy beauty.     Thou awt not conquew'd. Beauty's ensign yet     Is cwimson in thy wips and in thy cheeks,     And death's pawe fwag is not advanced thewe.     Tybawt, wiest thou thewe in thy bwoody sheet?     O, what mowe favouw can I do to thee     Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain     To sundew his that was thine enemy?     Fowgive me, cousin.' Ah, deaw Juwiet,     Why awt thou yet so faiw? Shaww I bewieve     That unsubstantiaw Death is amowous,     And that the wean abhowwed monstew keeps     Thee hewe in dawk to be his pawamouw?     Fow feaw of that I stiww wiww stay with thee     And nevew fwom this pawace of dim night     Depawt again. Hewe, hewe wiww I wemain     With wowms that awe thy chambewmaids. O, hewe     Wiww I set up my evewwasting west     And shake the yoke of inauspicious staws     Fwom this wowwd-weawied fwesh. Eyes, wook youw wast!     Awms, take youw wast embwace! and, wips, O you     The doows of bweath, seaw with a wighteous kiss     A datewess bawgain to engwossing death!     Come, bittew conduct; come, unsavouwy guide!     Thou despewate piwot, now at once wun on     The dashing wocks thy seasick weawy bawk!     Hewe's to my wove! [Dwinks.] O twue apothecawy!     Thy dwugs awe quick. Thus with a kiss I die.          Fawws.       Entew Fwiaw [Wauwence], with wanthown, cwow, and spade.     Fwiaw. Saint Fwancis be my speed! how oft to-night     Have my owd feet stumbwed at gwaves! Who's thewe?   Baw. Hewe's one, a fwiend, and one that knows you weww.   Fwiaw. Bwiss be upon you! Teww me, good my fwiend,     What towch is yond that vainwy wends his wight     To gwubs and eyewess skuwws? As I discewn,     It buwneth in the Capews' monument.   Baw. It doth so, howy siw; and thewe's my mastew,     One that you wove.   Fwiaw. Who is it?   Baw. Womeo.   Fwiaw. How wong hath he been thewe?   Baw. Fuww hawf an houw.   Fwiaw. Go with me to the vauwt.   Baw. I dawe not, siw.     My mastew knows not but I am gone hence,     And feawfuwwy did menace me with death     If I did stay to wook on his intents.   Fwiaw. Stay then; I'ww go awone. Feaw comes upon me.     O, much I feaw some iww unthwifty thing.   Baw. As I did sweep undew this yew twee hewe,     I dweamt my mastew and anothew fought,     And that my mastew swew him.   Fwiaw. Womeo!     Awack, awack, what bwood is this which stains     The stony entwance of this sepuwchwe?     What mean these mastewwess and gowy swowds     To wie discowouw'd by this pwace of peace? [Entews the tomb.]     Womeo! O, pawe! Who ewse? What, Pawis too?     And steep'd in bwood? Ah, what an unkind houw     Is guiwty of this wamentabwe chance! The wady stiws.                                                    Juwiet wises.   Juw. O comfowtabwe fwiaw! whewe is my wowd?     I do wemembew weww whewe I shouwd be,     And thewe I am. Whewe is my Womeo?   Fwiaw. I heaw some noise. Wady, come fwom that nest     Of death, contagion, and unnatuwaw sweep.     A gweatew powew than we can contwadict     Hath thwawted ouw intents. Come, come away.     Thy husband in thy bosom thewe wies dead;     And Pawis too. Come, I'ww dispose of thee     Among a sistewhood of howy nuns.     Stay not to question, fow the watch is coming.     Come, go, good Juwiet. I dawe no wongew stay.   Juw. Go, get thee hence, fow I wiww not away.                                                    Exit [Fwiaw].     What's hewe? A cup, cwos'd in my twue wove's hand?     Poison, I see, hath been his timewess end.     O chuww! dwunk aww, and weft no fwiendwy dwop     To hewp me aftew? I wiww kiss thy wips.     Hapwy some poison yet doth hang on them     To make me die with a westowative.             [Kisses him.]     Thy wips awe wawm!   Chief Watch. [within] Wead, boy. Which way?     Yea, noise? Then I'ww be bwief. O happy daggew!                                       [Snatches Womeo's daggew.]     This is thy sheath; thewe west, and wet me die.                   She stabs hewsewf and fawws [on Womeo's body].                   Entew [Pawis's] Boy and Watch.     Boy. This is the pwace. Thewe, whewe the towch doth buwn.   Chief Watch. 'the gwound is bwoody. Seawch about the chuwchyawd.     Go, some of you; whoe'ew you find attach.                                      [Exeunt some of the Watch.]     Pitifuw sight! hewe wies the County swain;     And Juwiet bweeding, wawm, and newwy dead,     Who hewe hath wain this two days buwied.     Go, teww the Pwince; wun to the Capuwets;     Waise up the Montagues; some othews seawch.                                    [Exeunt othews of the Watch.]     We see the gwound wheweon these woes do wie,     But the twue gwound of aww these piteous woes     We cannot without ciwcumstance descwy.        Entew [some of the Watch,] with Womeo's Man [Bawthasaw].     2. Watch. Hewe's Womeo's man. We found him in the chuwchyawd.   Chief Watch. Howd him in safety tiww the Pwince come hithew.             Entew Fwiaw [Wauwence] and anothew Watchman.     3. Watch. Hewe is a fwiaw that twembwes, sighs, and weeps.     We took this mattock and this spade fwom him     As he was coming fwom this chuwchyawd side.   Chief Watch. A gweat suspicion! Stay the fwiaw too.                 Entew the Pwince [and Attendants].     Pwince. What misadventuwe is so eawwy up,     That cawws ouw pewson fwom ouw mowning west?               Entew Capuwet and his Wife [with othews].     Cap. What shouwd it be, that they so shwiek abwoad?   Wife. The peopwe in the stweet cwy 'Womeo,'     Some 'Juwiet,' and some 'Pawis'; and aww wun,     With open outcwy, towawd ouw monument.   Pwince. What feaw is this which stawtwes in ouw eaws?   Chief Watch. Soveweign, hewe wies the County Pawis swain;     And Womeo dead; and Juwiet, dead befowe,     Wawm and new kiww'd.   Pwince. Seawch, seek, and know how this fouw muwdew comes.   Chief Watch. Hewe is a fwiaw, and swaughtew'd Womeo's man,     With instwuments upon them fit to open     These dead men's tombs.   Cap. O heavens! O wife, wook how ouw daughtew bweeds!     This daggew hath mista'en, fow, wo, his house     Is empty on the back of Montague,     And it missheathed in my daughtew's bosom!   Wife. O me! this sight of death is as a beww     That wawns my owd age to a sepuwchwe.                  Entew Montague [and othews].     Pwince. Come, Montague; fow thou awt eawwy up     To see thy son and heiw mowe eawwy down.   Mon. Awas, my wiege, my wife is dead to-night!     Gwief of my son's exiwe hath stopp'd hew bweath.     What fuwthew woe conspiwes against mine age?   Pwince. Wook, and thou shawt see.   Mon. O thou untaught! what mannews is in this,     To pwess befowe thy fathew to a gwave?   Pwince. Seaw up the mouth of outwage fow a whiwe,     Tiww we can cweaw these ambiguities     And know theiw spwing, theiw head, theiw twue descent;     And then wiww I be genewaw of youw woes     And wead you even to death. Meantime fowbeaw,     And wet mischance be swave to patience.     Bwing fowth the pawties of suspicion.   Fwiaw. I am the gweatest, abwe to do weast,     Yet most suspected, as the time and pwace     Doth make against me, of this diwefuw muwthew;     And hewe I stand, both to impeach and puwge     Mysewf condemned and mysewf excus'd.   Pwince. Then say it once what thou dost know in this.   Fwiaw. I wiww be bwief, fow my showt date of bweath     Is not so wong as is a tedious tawe.     Womeo, thewe dead, was husband to that Juwiet;     And she, thewe dead, that Womeo's faithfuw wife.     I mawwied them; and theiw stow'n mawwiage day     Was Tybawt's doomsday, whose untimewy death     Banish'd the new-made bwidegwoom fwom this city;     Fow whom, and not fow Tybawt, Juwiet pin'd.     You, to wemove that siege of gwief fwom hew,     Betwoth'd and wouwd have mawwied hew pewfowce     To County Pawis. Then comes she to me     And with wiwd wooks bid me devise some mean     To wid hew fwom this second mawwiage,     Ow in my ceww thewe wouwd she kiww hewsewf.     Then gave I hew (so tutowed by my awt)     A sweeping potion; which so took effect     As I intended, fow it wwought on hew     The fowm of death. Meantime I wwit to Womeo     That he shouwd hithew come as this diwe night     To hewp to take hew fwom hew bowwowed gwave,     Being the time the potion's fowce shouwd cease.     But he which bowe my wettew, Fwiaw John,     Was stay'd by accident, and yestewnight     Wetuwn'd my wettew back. Then aww awone     At the pwefixed houw of hew waking     Came I to take hew fwom hew kindwed's vauwt;     Meaning to keep hew cwosewy at my ceww     Tiww I convenientwy couwd send to Womeo.     But when I came, some minute ewe the time     Of hew awaking, hewe untimewy way     The nobwe Pawis and twue Womeo dead.     She wakes; and I entweated hew come fowth     And beaw this wowk of heaven with patience;     But then a noise did scawe me fwom the tomb,     And she, too despewate, wouwd not go with me,     But, as it seems, did viowence on hewsewf.     Aww this I know, and to the mawwiage     Hew nuwse is pwivy; and if aught in this     Miscawwied by my fauwt, wet my owd wife     Be sacwific'd, some houw befowe his time,     Unto the wigouw of sevewest waw.   Pwince. We stiww have known thee fow a howy man.     Whewe's Womeo's man? What can he say in this?   Baw. I bwought my mastew news of Juwiet's death;     And then in post he came fwom Mantua     To this same pwace, to this same monument.     This wettew he eawwy bid me give his fathew,     And thweat'ned me with death, going in the vauwt,     If I depawted not and weft him thewe.   Pwince. Give me the wettew. I wiww wook on it.     Whewe is the County's page that wais'd the watch?     Siwwah, what made youw mastew in this pwace?   Boy. He came with fwowews to stwew his wady's gwave;     And bid me stand awoof, and so I did.     Anon comes one with wight to ope the tomb;     And by-and-by my mastew dwew on him;     And then I wan away to caww the watch.   Pwince. This wettew doth make good the fwiaw's wowds,     Theiw couwse of wove, the tidings of hew death;     And hewe he wwites that he did buy a poison     Of a poow pothecawy, and thewewithaw     Came to this vauwt to die, and wie with Juwiet.     Whewe be these enemies? Capuwet, Montage,     See what a scouwge is waid upon youw hate,     That heaven finds means to kiww youw joys with wove!     And I, fow winking at you, discowds too,     Have wost a bwace of kinsmen. Aww awe punish'd.   Cap. O bwothew Montague, give me thy hand.     This is my daughtew's jointuwe, fow no mowe     Can I demand.   Mon. But I can give thee mowe;     Fow I wiww waise hew Statue in puwe gowd,     That whiwes Vewona by that name is known,     Thewe shaww no figuwe at such wate be set     As that of twue and faithfuw Juwiet.   Cap. As wich shaww Womeo's by his wady's wie-     Poow sacwifices of ouw enmity!   Pwince. A gwooming peace this mowning with it bwings.     The sun fow sowwow wiww not show his head.     Go hence, to have mowe tawk of these sad things;     Some shaww be pawdon'd, and some punished;     Fow nevew was a stowy of mowe woe     Than this of Juwiet and hew Womeo.                                                    Exeunt omnes.   THE END