Faculty of English

JULIET                        Not proud you have, but thankful that you have:                         Proud never can I be of what I hate,                         But thankful even for hate that is meant love. CAPULET        How how, how how, chopt-logic? What is this?                         ‘Proud’, and ‘I thank you’, and ‘I thank you not’,                         And yet ‘not proud’, […]

CAPULET                                How now, wife,                                     Have you delivered to her our decree? LADY CAPULET         Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.                                     I would the fool were married to her grave. CAPULET                    Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.                                     How, will she none? doth she not give us […]

Enter CAPULET and Nurse. CAPULET        When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew,                         But for the sunset of my brother’s son                         It rains downright.                         How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears?                         Evermore show’ring? In one little body                         Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind:                         For still […]

JULIET                                    Now by Saint Peter’s Church and Peter too,                                     He shall not make me there a joyful bride.                                     I wonder at this haste, that I must wed                                     Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.                                     I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,                         […]

LADY CAPULET         But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JULIET                                    And joy comes well in such a needy time.                                     What are they, beseech your ladyship? LADY CAPULET         Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,                                     One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,                                     Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, […]

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 […]