JULIET                                    Madam, if you could find out but a man                                     To bear a poison, I would temper it,                                     That Romeo should upon receipt thereof                                     Soon sleep in quiet. O how my heart abhors                                     To hear him named and cannot come to him,                                     To wreak the love I bore my cousin […]

LADY CAPULET         We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:                                     Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,                                     Where that same banished runagate doth live,                                     Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram                                     That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;                                     And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. […]

JULIET                                    God pardon him, I do with all my heart:                                     And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. LADY CAPULET         That is because the traitor murderer lives. JULIET                                    Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.                                     Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death! (3.5.82-86) Juliet, and the […]

LADY CAPULET         Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death                                     As that the villain lives which slaughtered him. JULIET                                    What villain, madam? LADY CAPULET                                             That same villain Romeo. JULIET                                    [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.— (3.5.78-81) Lady Capulet is getting impatient – well, girl– but there’s the beginning of a […]

JULIET                                    Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. LADY CAPULET         So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend                                     Which you weep for. JULIET                                                                        Feeling so the loss,                                     I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. (3.5.74-77) Juliet’s on guard, and the word play is dense and double; the repetitions […]

LADY CAPULET         Why how now, Juliet? JULIET                                                                        Madam, I am not well. LADY CAPULET         Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?                                     What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?                                     And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;                                     Therefore have done. Some grief shows much of love,                                     But much […]

Enter Mother [LADY CAPULET below]. LADY CAPULET                                 Ho, daughter, are you up? JULIET                                    Who is’t that calls? It is my lady mother.                                     Is she not down so late, or up so early?                                     What unaccustomed cause procures her hither? [She goeth down from the window and enters below.] (3.5.64-7) If – despite all my compelling […]

JULIET                        O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle;                         If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him                         That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune:                         For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,                         But send him back.               (3.5.60-64) This is Juliet trying to get a grip on herself, […]

JULIET                        O think’st thou we shall ever meet again? ROMEO           I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve                         For sweet discourses in our times to come! JULIET                        O God, I have an ill-divining soul!                         Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low,                         As one dead in the bottom of […]

ROMEO           Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend.                         [He goeth down.] JULIET                        Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay husband, friend?                         I must hear from thee every day in the hour,                         For in a minute there are many days.                         O, by this count I shall be much in years                         Ere […]