Faculty of English

ROMEO           Give me the light. Upon thy life I charge thee,                         What e’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof,                         And do not interrupt me in my course.                         Why I descend into this bed of death                         Is partly to behold my lady’s face,                         But chiefly to take thence from her […]

Whistle Boy. PARIS              The boy gives warning, something doth approach.                         What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight,                         To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?                         What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, a while. [Retires] EnterROMEO and [BALTHASAR with a torch, a mattock, and a crow of iron]. ROMEO           Give me that mattock […]

[Paris strews the tomb with flowers.] PARIS              Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew –                         O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones! –                         Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,                         Or wanting that, with tears distilled by moans.                         The obsequies that I for thee will keep                         […]

[5.3] Enter PARIS and his PAGE [with flowers and sweet water and a torch]. PARIS              Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof.                         Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.                         Under yond yew trees lay thee all along,                         Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground,                         So shall no […]

FRIAR LAWRENCE                             Friar John, go hence,                                     Get me an iron crow and bring it straight                                     Unto my cell. FRIAR JOHN               Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee.                             Exit. FRIAR LAWRENCE     Now must I to the monument alone,                                     Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake.                                     She will beshrew me much that […]

FRIAR LAWRENCE     Who bare my letter then to Romeo? FRIAR JOHN               I could not send it – here it is again –                                     Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,                                     So fearful were they of infection. FRIAR LAWRENCE     Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,                                     The letter was not nice but full of charge, […]

[5.2] Enter FRIAR JOHN. FRIAR JOHN               Holy Franciscan Friar, brother, ho!                                     Enter [FRIAR] LAWRENCE. FRIAR LAWRENCE     This same should be the voice of Friar John.                                     Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?                                     Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter. FRIAR JOHN               Going to find a barefoot brother out,                                     One of our […]

APOTHECARY            My poverty, but not my will, consents. ROMEO                       I pay thy poverty and not thy will. APOTHECARY            Put this in any liquid thing you will                                     And drink it off, and if you had the strength                                     Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. ROMEO                       There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s […]

APOTHECARY            Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law                                     Is death to any he that utters them. ROMEO                       Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,                                     And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,                                     Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,                                     Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;                                     The […]

ROMEO                       What ho, apothecary!                                     [Enter APOTHECARY.] APOTHECARY                                    Who calls so loud? ROMEO                       Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.                                     Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have                                     A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear                                     As will disperse itself through all the veins,                                     That the life-weary taker may fall dead, […]