Shakespeare/Romeo and Juliet/Plot
- 1 Act I
- 2 Act II
- 3 Act III
- 4 Act IV
- 5 Act V
| ACT I
SCENE I. Verona. A public place.: Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers
SCENE II. A street.: Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant
SCENE III. A room in Capulet's house.: Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
SCENE IV. A street.: Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others
SCENE V. A hall in Capulet's house.: Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins
SCENE I. A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.: Enter ROMEO
SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.: Enter ROMEO
SCENE III. FRIAR LAURENCE's cell.: Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket
SCENE IV. A street.: Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO
SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.: Enter JULIET
SCENE VI. FRIAR LAURENCE's cell.: Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO
ACT III SCENE I. A public place.
BENVOLIO: I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
MERCUTIO: Thou art like one of those fellows that when he
BENVOLIO: Am I like such a fellow?
MERCUTIO: Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as
BENVOLIO: And what to?
MERCUTIO: Nay, an there were two such, we should have none
BENVOLIO: An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man
MERCUTIO: The fee-simple! O simple!
BENVOLIO: By my head, here come the Capulets.
MERCUTIO: By my heel, I care not.
TYBALT: Follow me close, for I will speak to them.
MERCUTIO: And but one word with one of us? couple it with
TYBALT: You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you
MERCUTIO: Could you not take some occasion without giving?
TYBALT: Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--
MERCUTIO: Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
BENVOLIO: We talk here in the public haunt of men:
MERCUTIO: Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;
TYBALT: Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.
MERCUTIO: But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:
TYBALT: Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford
ROMEO: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
TYBALT: Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
ROMEO: I do protest, I never injured thee,
MERCUTIO: O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!
TYBALT: What wouldst thou have with me?
MERCUTIO: Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine
TYBALT: I am for you.
ROMEO: Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.
MERCUTIO: Come, sir, your passado.
ROMEO: Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.
MERCUTIO: I am hurt.
BENVOLIO: What, art thou hurt?
MERCUTIO: Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
ROMEO: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
MERCUTIO: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
ROMEO: I thought all for the best.
MERCUTIO: Help me into some house, Benvolio,
ROMEO: This gentleman, the prince's near ally,
BENVOLIO: O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!
ROMEO: This day's black fate on more days doth depend;
BENVOLIO: Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.
ROMEO: Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!
TYBALT: Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,
ROMEO: This shall determine that.
BENVOLIO: Romeo, away, be gone!
ROMEO: O, I am fortune's fool!
BENVOLIO: Why dost thou stay?
BENVOLIO: There lies that Tybalt.
PRINCE: Where are the vile beginners of this fray?
BENVOLIO: O noble prince, I can discover all
LADY CAPULET: Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!
PRINCE: Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
BENVOLIO: Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;
LADY CAPULET: He is a kinsman to the Montague;
PRINCE: Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;
MONTAGUE: Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;
PRINCE: And for that offence
SCENE II. Capulet's orchard.
JULIET: Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Nurse: Ay, ay, the cords.
JULIET: Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?
Nurse: Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
JULIET: Can heaven be so envious?
Nurse: Romeo can,
JULIET: What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?
Nurse: I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--
JULIET: O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!
Nurse: O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!
JULIET: What storm is this that blows so contrary?
Nurse: Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;
JULIET: O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?
Nurse: It did, it did; alas the day, it did!
JULIET: O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Nurse: There's no trust,
JULIET: Blister'd be thy tongue
Nurse: Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?
JULIET: Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?
Nurse: Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:
JULIET: Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,
Nurse: Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo
JULIET: O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,
SCENE III. Friar Laurence's cell.
FRIAR LAURENCE: Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:
ROMEO: Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?
FRIAR LAURENCE: Too familiar
ROMEO: What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?
FRIAR LAURENCE: A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,
ROMEO: Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hence from Verona art thou banished:
ROMEO: There is no world without Verona walls,
FRIAR LAURENCE: O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
ROMEO: 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.
ROMEO: O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
FRIAR LAURENCE: I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:
ROMEO: Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!
FRIAR LAURENCE: O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
ROMEO: How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
FRIAR LAURENCE: Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
ROMEO: Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:
FRIAR LAURENCE: Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.
ROMEO: Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;
Nurse: [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know
FRIAR LAURENCE: Welcome, then.
Nurse: O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,
FRIAR LAURENCE: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.
Nurse: O, he is even in my mistress' case,
Nurse: Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.
ROMEO: Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?
Nurse: O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;
ROMEO: As if that name,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold thy desperate hand:
Nurse: O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night
ROMEO: Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse: Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:
ROMEO: How well my comfort is revived by this!
FRIAR LAURENCE: Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:
ROMEO: But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house.
CAPULET: Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
PARIS: These times of woe afford no time to woo.
LADY CAPULET: I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
CAPULET: Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
PARIS: Monday, my lord,
CAPULET: Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,
PARIS: My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
CAPULET: Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.
SCENE V. Capulet's orchard.
JULIET: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
ROMEO: It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
JULIET: Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
ROMEO: Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
JULIET: It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
ROMEO: More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!
Nurse: Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:
JULIET: Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
ROMEO: Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
JULIET: Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
JULIET: O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
ROMEO: I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
JULIET: O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
ROMEO: And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
JULIET: O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
LADY CAPULET: [Within] Ho, daughter! are you up?
JULIET: Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
LADY CAPULET: Why, how now, Juliet!
JULIET: Madam, I am not well.
LADY CAPULET: Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
JULIET: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
LADY CAPULET: So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
JULIET: Feeling so the loss,
LADY CAPULET: Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
JULIET: What villain madam?
LADY CAPULET: That same villain, Romeo.
JULIET: [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--
LADY CAPULET: That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
JULIET: Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:
LADY CAPULET: We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:
JULIET: Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
LADY CAPULET: Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
JULIET: And joy comes well in such a needy time:
LADY CAPULET: Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;
JULIET: Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
LADY CAPULET: Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
JULIET: Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,
LADY CAPULET: Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,
CAPULET: When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;
LADY CAPULET: Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.
CAPULET: Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.
JULIET: Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:
CAPULET: How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?
LADY CAPULET: Fie, fie! what, are you mad?
JULIET: Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
CAPULET: Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
Nurse: God in heaven bless her!
CAPULET: And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,
Nurse: I speak no treason.
CAPULET: O, God ye god-den.
Nurse: May not one speak?
CAPULET: Peace, you mumbling fool!
LADY CAPULET: You are too hot.
CAPULET: God's bread! it makes me mad:
JULIET: Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
LADY CAPULET: Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
JULIET: O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
Nurse: Faith, here it is.
JULIET: Speakest thou from thy heart?
Nurse: And from my soul too;
JULIET: Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.
Nurse: Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
JULIET: Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
ACT IV SCENE I. Friar Laurence's cell.
FRIAR LAURENCE: On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
PARIS: My father Capulet will have it so;
FRIAR LAURENCE: You say you do not know the lady's mind:
PARIS: Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
FRIAR LAURENCE: [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
PARIS: Happily met, my lady and my wife!
JULIET: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
PARIS: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
JULIET: What must be shall be.
FRIAR LAURENCE: That's a certain text.
PARIS: Come you to make confession to this father?
JULIET: To answer that, I should confess to you.
PARIS: Do not deny to him that you love me.
JULIET: I will confess to you that I love him.
PARIS: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
JULIET: If I do so, it will be of more price,
PARIS: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
JULIET: The tears have got small victory by that;
PARIS: Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
JULIET: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
PARIS: Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
JULIET: It may be so, for it is not mine own.
FRIAR LAURENCE: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
PARIS: God shield I should disturb devotion!
JULIET: O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
JULIET: Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
JULIET: O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
JULIET: Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
JULIET: Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house.
CAPULET: So many guests invite as here are writ.
CAPULET: How canst thou try them so?
CAPULET: Go, be gone.
Nurse: Ay, forsooth.
CAPULET: Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
Nurse: See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
CAPULET: How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
JULIET: Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
CAPULET: Send for the county; go tell him of this:
JULIET: I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
CAPULET: Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
JULIET: Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
LADY CAPULET: No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
CAPULET: Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
LADY CAPULET: We shall be short in our provision:
CAPULET: Tush, I will stir about,
SCENE III. Juliet's chamber.
JULIET: Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
LADY CAPULET: What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
JULIET: No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
LADY CAPULET: Good night:
JULIET: Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.
LADY CAPULET: Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse: They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
CAPULET: Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
Nurse: Go, you cot-quean, go,
CAPULET: No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
LADY CAPULET: Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
CAPULET: A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
CAPULET: Make haste, make haste.
CAPULET: Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
Nurse: Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
LADY CAPULET: What noise is here?
Nurse: O lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET: What is the matter?
Nurse: Look, look! O heavy day!
LADY CAPULET: O me, O me! My child, my only life,
CAPULET: For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
Nurse: She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
LADY CAPULET: Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
CAPULET: Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
Nurse: O lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET: O woful time!
CAPULET: Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
CAPULET: Ready to go, but never to return.
PARIS: Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
LADY CAPULET: Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Nurse: O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
PARIS: Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
CAPULET: Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
FRIAR LAURENCE: Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
CAPULET: All things that we ordained festival,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
Nurse: Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
ACT V SCENE I. Mantua. A street.
ROMEO: If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
BALTHASAR: Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
ROMEO: Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
BALTHASAR: I do beseech you, sir, have patience:
ROMEO: Tush, thou art deceived:
BALTHASAR: No, my good lord.
ROMEO: No matter: get thee gone,
ROMEO: Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:
ROMEO: Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
ROMEO: I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
ROMEO: There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,
SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.
FRIAR LAURENCE: This same should be the voice of Friar John.
FRIAR LAURENCE: Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
FRIAR LAURENCE: Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Now must I to the monument alone;
SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.
PARIS: Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:
PAGE: [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone
PARIS: Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--
ROMEO: Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.
BALTHASAR: I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
ROMEO: So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:
BALTHASAR: [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:
ROMEO: Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,
PARIS: This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
ROMEO: I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.
PARIS: I do defy thy conjurations,
ROMEO: Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!
PAGE: O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.
PARIS: O, I am slain!
ROMEO: In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.
FRIAR LAURENCE: Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
BALTHASAR: Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.
FRIAR LAURENCE: Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
BALTHASAR: It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Who is it?
FRIAR LAURENCE: How long hath he been there?
BALTHASAR: Full half an hour.
FRIAR LAURENCE: Go with me to the vault.
BALTHASAR: I dare not, sir
FRIAR LAURENCE: Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:
BALTHASAR: As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
FRIAR LAURENCE: Romeo!
JULIET: O comfortable friar! where is my lord?
FRIAR LAURENCE: I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest
JULIET: Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
First Watchman: [Within] Lead, boy: which way?
JULIET: Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!
PAGE: This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.
First Watchman: The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Second Watchman: Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
First Watchman: Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
Third Watchman: Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:
First Watchman: A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
PRINCE: What misadventure is so early up,
CAPULET: What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
LADY CAPULET: The people in the street cry Romeo,
PRINCE: What fear is this which startles in our ears?
First Watchman: Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;
PRINCE: Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
First Watchman: Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
CAPULET: O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!
LADY CAPULET: O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
PRINCE: Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
MONTAGUE: Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
PRINCE: Look, and thou shalt see.
MONTAGUE: O thou untaught! what manners is in this?
PRINCE: Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
FRIAR LAURENCE: I am the greatest, able to do least,
PRINCE: Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
FRIAR LAURENCE: I will be brief, for my short date of breath
PRINCE: We still have known thee for a holy man.
BALTHASAR: I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
PRINCE: Give me the letter; I will look on it.
PAGE: He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;
PRINCE: This letter doth make good the friar's words,
CAPULET: O brother Montague, give me thy hand:
MONTAGUE: But I can give thee more:
CAPULET: As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;
PRINCE: A glooming peace this morning with it brings;