ROMEO           I have more care to stay than will to go:                         Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.                         How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day. JULIET          It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away! (3.5.23-26) Romeo does, momentarily at least, seem to have convinced […]

ROMEO           Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,                         I am content, so thou wilt have it so.                         I’ll say yond grey is not the morning’s eye,                         ’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;                         Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat                         The vaulty heaven […]

JULIET                        Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I:                         It is some meteor that the sun exhaled                         To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,                         And light thee on thy way to Mantua.                         Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone. (3.5.12-16) There’s such an intricate delicacy to the […]

ROMEO           It was the lark, the herald of the morn,                         No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks                         Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:                         Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day                         Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.                         I must be gone and live, or stay and die. […]

[3.5] Enter ROMEO and JULIET aloft [as at the window]. JULIET                        Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:                         It was the nightingale, and not the lark,                         That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;                         Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.                         Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. (3.5.1-5) Let’s start […]

CAPULET        Well, keep no great ado – a friend or two,                         For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,                         It may be thought we held him carelessly,                         Being our kinsman, if we revel much:                         Therefore we’ll have some half a dozen friends,                         And there an end. But what say you […]

[Paris offers to go in, and Capulet calls him again.] CAPULET        Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender                         Of my child’s love: I think she will be ruled                         In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.                         Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed,                         Acquaint […]

[3.4]    Enter old CAPULET, his WIFE, and PARIS. CAPULET                    Things have fall’n out, sir, so unluckily                                     That we have had no time to move our daughter.                                     Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,                                     And so did I. Well, we were born to die.                                     ’Tis very late, she’ll not come down tonight.                                     I […]

FRIAR              Go hence, good night, and here stands all your state:                         Either be gone before the Watch be set,                         Or by the break of day disguised from hence.                         Sojourn in Mantua; I’ll find out your man,                         And he shall signify from time to time                         Every good hap to you that […]

FRIAR              Go before, Nurse, commend me to thy lady,                         And bid her hasten all the house to bed,                         Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.                         Romeo is coming. NURSE            O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night                         To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!                         My lord, I’ll […]