ROMEO           Good morrow, father. FRIAR                                                  Benedicite!                         What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?                         Young son, it argues a distempered head                         So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:                         Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,                         And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;                         But where unbruisèd […]

Enter ROMEO. FRIAR              Within the infant rind of this weak flower                         Poison hath residence, and medicine power:                         For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part,                         Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.                         Two such opposèd kings encamp them still                         In man as well as herbs, grace and rude […]

FRIAR              The earth that’s nature’s mother is her tomb;                         What is her burying grave, that is her womb;                         And from her womb children of divers kind                         We sucking on her natural bosom find:                         Many for many virtues excellent,                         None but for some, and yet all different.                         O mickle is […]

Enter FRIAR [LAWRENCE] alone, with a basket. FRIAR              The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,                         Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light;                         And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels                         From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels:                         Now ere the sun advance his burning eye,                         The day to cheer, […]

JULIET                        Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,                         That I shall say good night till it be morrow.         [Exit above] ROMEO           Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!                         Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!                         Hence will I to my ghostly sire’s close cell,                         […]

JULIET                        ’Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone:                         And yet no further than a wanton’s bird,                         That lets it hop a little from his hand,                         Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,                         And with a silken thread plucks it back again,                         So loving-jealous of his liberty. ROMEO           I […]

JULIET                        Romeo! ROMEO                       My nïesse? JULIET                                                            What a’clock tomorrow                         Shall I send to thee? ROMEO                                               By the hour of nine. JULIET                        I will not fail, ’tis twenty year till then.                         I have forgot why I did call thee back. ROMEO           Let me stand here till thou remember it. JULIET                        I shall forget, […]

Enter Juliet again[above]. JULIET                        Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc’ner’s voice,                         To lure this tassel-gentle back again:                         Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud,                         Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,                         And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine                         With repetition of my Romeo’s name. […]

NURSE            [Within] Madam! JULIET                        I come, anon. – But if thou meanest not well,                         I do beseech thee— NURSE            [Within]                      Madam! JULIET                                                                        By and by I come—                         To cease thy strife, and leave me to my grief.                         Tomorrow will I send. ROMEO           So thrive my soul— JULIET                                                            A thousand times good […]

                                    [Enter Juliet above.] JULIET                        Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.                         If that thy bent of love be honourable,                         Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,                         By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,                         Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,                         And all my fortunes […]