The Douai Project: Romeo and Juliet: Semi-Diplomatic Edition

Romeo and Juliet: Semi-Diplomatic Edition

Drammatis Personæ

Escalus young prince

of Verona Capulet and his brother

Mountague a nobleman } Lords disagreing Romeo Son to mountague
Benvolio Servant Nephew to Mountague
Paris a count
Mercutio } Kinsmen to yethe prince Tybalt nephew to Capulet.
Laurence
John } two Fryers Sampson
Gregory } Servants to mountague Abraham servant to Capulet
Peter

Romeos man
Peter yethe nurses Page
An Apothecary
The Lady Capulet
The Lady Mountague
Juliet, LdLord Capulets Daughter
Nurse, to yethe Lady Juliet
Cittizens , officers , Attendants servants maskers
Scene
the Citty of Verona.

Act I

Enter Sampson and Gregory Servants
to yethe Capulets, both arm’d

Sp1G:

my word wee’l not carry coales.

Sp2S:

no for then we should be colliars.

Sp3G:

I mean if we be in choller, we’ll draw.

Sp4S:

yes ever while

you live draw yryour neck out oth’ Collar.

Sp5G:

I strike quickly being mov’d.

Sp6S:

yes but

thou art not quicly mov’d to strike.

Sp7G:

a dog of yethe house of Mountague moves me

Sp8S:

to move is to stirr and to be valiant is to stand; therfor
If thou art mov’d thou runst away.

Sp9G:

draw thy toole

. here comes of yethe house of mountague.
Enter Abraham and another
servants to yethe Mountagues

Sp10S:

my nak’d weapon is out. quarrel I will back thee.

Sp11G:

how turn thy back and run?

Sp12S:

fear me not.

Sp13G:

no marry I fear thee.

Sp14S:

let us take yethe law of our sides lett them begin.

Sp15G:

I will frown as I pass by them, let them take it as
They will

Sp16S:

nay as they dare. I will bite my thum at them wchwhich is
a disgrace to them if they bear it.

Sp17Ab:

do you bite yryour thumb at us sir?

Sp18S:

I doe bite my thumb sir.

Sp19Ab:

at us sir?

Sp20S:

is yethe law of our side If I say yes?

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Sp21G:

Sp22S :

no sir. but I doe bite

my thumb sir.

Sp23G:

doe you quarrell sir

Sp24Ab:

quarrel sir? no sir

Sp25S:

if you doe sir I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

Sp26Ab:

no better.

Enter Benvolio.

Sp27G:

say better here comes one of my MrsMaster’s kinsmen.

Sp28S:

yes better.

Sp29Ab:

you lye sir

Sp30G:

draw if you be men.

(They fight.)

Sp31Ben:

part fooles put up your swords you know not wtwhat you doe
Enter Tybalt.

Sp32Ty:

wtwhat art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
turn thee Benvolio looke upon thy death.

Sp33Ben:

I doe but keep yethe peace. put up thy sword
or manage it to part these men with me.

Sp34Ty:

wtwhat draw and talk of peace? I hate yethe word
as I doe

hell, all mountagues, and thee:
have at thee coward. (Fight)
Enter 3 or 4 Citizens wthwith clubs.

Sp35Cit:

down with yethe Capulets

down with the Mountagues.
Enter Old Capulet and his wife.

Sp36Cap:

wtwhat noise is this? give me my long sword ho.

Sp37Wi:

a crutch a crutch: why call your for a sword ?

Sp38C:

my sword I say. old mountague is come
and flourishes his blade in spight of me.
Enter Old Mountague and his Wife.

Sp39M:

you

villaine Capulet, hold me not let me goe

Sp40Wi:

thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
Enter Prince Eskalus wthwith his train.

Sp41Pri:

Rebellious subjects enemies to peace
on pain of torture

from those

bloody hands
through yryour ill temperd weapons

to yethe ground
and hear yethe sentence of yryour moved prince

ever you disturb our streets again
yryour lives hShall pay yethe forfeit of the peace.
for this time all the rest depart away
you sCapulet shall goe along with me
and Mountague shall come

this afternoone
to know our fathers

pleasure in this case.

(Exeunt)
Manent Mount: his Wife and Benvolio.

Sp42W:

o where

is Romeo saw you him to day
full glad I am

he was not at this fray.

Sp43Ben:

Madam: an hour before yethe worship’d sun
peep’d

forth yethe golden window of yethe East
a troubled mind drove me to walk abroad
where underneath yethe grove of Sycamour
ytthat westward runneth

from yethe Citty side
so early walking did I see your son .
towards him I made, but he before had seen me

and stole into yethe Covert of yethe wood;
I measuring his affection by my own

being one too m‸any by my weary selfe
pursued my humour

not pursuing him

and gladly shun’d who gladly fled from me.

Sp44Mount:

many a morning hath he there been seen
with tears augmenting yethe fresh morning dewes

adding to clouds more clouds wthwith‸his deep sighs
and all so soon as yethe all cheering sun
should in yethe farthest east begin to draw
yethe shady curtaines from aurora’s bed,
away from light steales home my heavy son
and close up

in his chamber pens him selfe
shuts up his windows, locks fair day lightdaylight out
and makes him selfehimselfe an artificiall night.
black and portentous must this humour prove
unless good counsell may yethe cause remove.

Sp45Ben:

My noble unckle doe you know yethe cause ?

Sp46M:

I neither know it nor can learn’t

of him.

Sp47B:

Have you importun’d him by any means?

Sp48MouMon:

both by my selfe and many other friends.

could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow
we would as willingly give cure as know.
Enter Romeo.

Sp49Ben:

see where he comes, so please you step aside
I’ll know his grievance or be much deni’de

Sp50M:

I wish

thou wert so happy by thy stay
to hear true shrift. come madam lett’s away (exeunt)

Sp51B:

good morrow Cousin.

Sp52R:

is yethe day so young?

Sp53B:

but new struck nine.

Sp54R:

ay me sad houres seem long
was ytthat my father ytthat went hence so fast?

Sp55B:

it was. wtwhat sadness lenthens Romeo’s houres?

Sp56R:

not having ytthat, wchwhich had would make them

short.

Sp57B:

In love?

Sp58R:

out.

Sp59B:

of love?

Sp60R:

out of her favour where I am in love

Sp61B:

alas ytthat love so gentle in his view
should be so tyrannous and rough in proofe.

Sp62R:

alas ytthat love whose eyes are

muffled still
should without eyes see pathwaies to his will.

doest thou not laugh?

Sp63B:

no Coz I rather weep.

Sp64R

good heart at wtwhat ?

Sp65B:

at thy good hearts oppression.

Sp66R:

why such is loves trangression
griefes of my owne lye heavy at my heart

which thou wilt propagate to have it prest
with more of thine; this love ytthat thou hast shown
doth ad more grief to too much of mine own.

Farewell my Coz.

Sp67B:

soft I will goe along
and if you leave me so you doe me wrong.

Sp68R:

tut I have lost my selfe, I am not here
This is not Romeo hee’s some other where.

Sp69B:

Tell me in sadness who is it you love?

Sp70R:

wtwhat shall I groan and tell you

Sp71B:

groan why no : but sadly tell me who.

Sp72R:

in sadness

cozin I doe love a woman.

Sp73Be:

I aym’d so neer when I supposd you lovd.

Sp74R:

a right good marksman. and she’s fair I love

Sp75B:

a right fair mark good coz

is soonest hit

Sp76R:

well in ytthat hit you miss. she’l not hbe hit
with cupids arrow, she hath Dians wit
and in strong proof of chastity well armd
from loves weak childish bow she lives unharm’d

.
she will not stay yethe siege of loving terms
nor bide yethe encounter of assailing eyes.
nor ope her lap to saint seducing Gold.
oh she is rich in beauty only poor
That when she dyes with beauty dyes her store.

Sp77B:

then she hath sworn ytthat she will still live chast?

Sp78R:

she hath: and in ytthat sparing makes huge wast.
for beauty starvd with her severity
cuts of all. beauty of from all posterity.

she hath forswore to love and in ytthat vow
doe I live dead ytthat live to tell it now

Sp79B:

be ruld by me forget to thinck of her

Sp80R:

o teach me how I should forget to thinck

Sp81B:

by giving liberty unto thy eyes
examine other beautyes

Sp82R:

tis yethe way to call hers (exquisite) in question more

shew me a MrsMistress ytthat is passing fair
wtwhat doth her beauty serve for but

a note
where I may read who past ytthat passing fair.
farewell thou canst not teach me to forget.

Sp83B:

I’ll pay ytthat doctrine or else dye in debt. (Exeunt.)
Enter Capulet Count Paris
and a servant

Sp84C:

mountague is bound as well as I
in penalty alike, and ‘tis not hard

for men so old as we to keep ther peace.

Sp85P:

of honourable reckoning are you both
and pitty ‘tis yo’ve liv’d so long at ods.

but now my LdLord wtwhat say you to my suite?

Sp86C:

but saing

ore, wtwhat I have said before
my child is yet a stranger in yethe world
she hath not seen yethe change of 14 years ,
let 2 more summers wither in their pride
ere we may thinck her fit

to be a bride.

Sp87P:

younger then she are happy mothers made

Sp88C:

and too soon mar’d are those so early made

but woe her gentle paris get her heart
my will to her consent is but a part
if

she agree, within her scope of choice
lyes my consent and faire according voice

.
goe Come goe with me. goe sirrah trudge about
through fair Verona; find those persons out
whose names are written there, and to them say
my house and welcome on their pleasure stay. (Exeunt

Sp89S:

I am sent

to find those persons out

whose names
are writ and know not wtwhat names are writ

. I must to
yethe Learned. in good time.

Enter Romeo and bBenvolio

Sp90B:

tut man one fire burns out anothers burning
one pain is lesned by anothers anguish

take thou some new infection to yethe eye
and yethe ranck poison of yethe old will dye.

Sp91R:

yryour plantan leaf is excellent for ytthat

Sp92B:

for wtwhat I pray thee?

Sp93R:

for yryour broken shin.

Sp94B:

wtwhat Romeo art thou mad?

Sp95R:

not mad but bound more then a madman is

Sp96Ser:

Good even sir, pray

can you read?

Sp97R:

yes my

own fortune in my misery

Sp98Ser:

perchance

you have learnt it wthoutwithout booke
but I pray you can you read any thing you see.

Sp99R:

yes if I know yethe letters and yethe language.

Sp100S:

you say honestly, rest you merry.

Sp101R:

stay fellow I can read.
He lReads yethe Letter.
Signior Martino and his wife & daughter. Count AnAnselme
selme & his sisters. signior Placentio & his nieces. MercuMercutio
tio Valentine, my unckle Capulet his wife and daughdaughters:
ters: fair Rosaline, livia Valentio Tybalt lucio
and yethe lovely Helena

.
a fair assembly whether should they come?

Sp102S:

up.

Sp103R:

whither? to supper?

Sp104S:

to our house.

Sp105R:

whose house?

Sp106S:

my masters

Sp107R:

indeed I should have askd you ytthat before

Sp108S:

now I’ll tell you wthoutwithout asking. my master is yethe great Ca=Capulet

pulet and if you be not a Mountague

pray come and
crush a cup of wine with us. Rest you merry.

Sp109B:

at this same ancient feast of capulet
sups yethe faire Rosaline, whom thou so lovest.
with all yethe admired beautyes of verona
goe thither and with unatteinted eye
compare her face with some ytthat I shall show
and I will make thee thinck thy swan a crow

Sp110R:

one fairer

then my love! yethe Alseeing sun
nere saw her match since first yethe world begun.

Sp111Be:

tut tut you saw her faire none else being by
her self poizd by

her serselfe

in either eye.
but in those

Chrystall scales lett there be waigh’d
yryour Lady’s love against some other maid
ytthat I will show you shining at this feast
she’ll scarce show well, that now you thinck shows best

Sp112R:

I’ll goe along no such sight’s to be shown
but to rejoyce in splendor of my own.
Enter Lady Capulet

and Nurse.

Sp113L:

nurse wheres my daughter? Call her forth to me.

Sp114N:

where’s

this Girle? wtwhat Juliet ?
Enter Juliet.

Sp115J:

how now? who calls?

Sp116N:

yryour mother.

Sp117J:

Madam I am here. wtswhat’s yryour will:

Sp118L:

this is yethe matter. nurse give leave a while we must
talk in secret. nurse come back again thou shalt hear

our counsell. thou knowst my daughter’s of a pretty age.

Sp119N:

faith I can tell her age unto an hour.

Sp120L:

she’s not fourteen

Sp121N:

I’ll lay 14 of my teeth ont

and yet to my teeth beitbe it spoken

I have but 4, she’s not 14
how long ist now to Lammas tide?

Sp122L:

a forthnight and odd days

Sp123Nu:

Even or odd of all days in yethe year come Lammas eve at night
she will be just 14

. god mark thee to his grace thou was yethe pretprettyest
tyest babe ytthat ere I nurst. If I might live live

to see thee mamaried
ried once I had my wish:

Sp124L:

indeed

ytthat marry is yethe very theam I came to talk of
tell me daughter Juliet,
how stands yryour disposition to be maried?

Sp125J:

‘tis an hour I dream not of

Sp126L:

well thinck of mariage now, younger then you
here in Verona Ladies of esteem
are made already mothers. to be brief

yethe valiant Paris seeks you for his Love.

Sp127N:

nay he’s a flower

in faith a very flower

Sp128L:

wtwhat say you can you love yethe Gentlemean
This night you shall behold him at four feast.
speak briefly

can you like of Paris love.

Sp129J:

I’ll looke to like, if looking liking move
but no da Jot deeper will I tdart my eye

Then yryour consent gives strenth to make it fly.
Enter servant

Sp130S

Madam yethe Guests are come, you cal’d for my young Lady
askd for. yethe nurse cursd in the Pantry.

I must hence to wait
I beseech you follow straight. (exit

Sp131L:

we follow thee Juliet yethe Count does stay

Sp132N:

goe girle seek happy nights to happy dayes. (Exeunt)

Enter Romeo Mercutio Benvolio
5 or 6 other maskers and torch bearers

Sp133R:

wtwhat shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
or shall we on without apologye?

Sp134B:

yethe date is out of such prolixity
wee’l have no Cupid hoodwinckd with a scarfe
bearing a Tartars painted bow of lath
scaring yethe Ladys like a crow keeper
but let them measure us by wtwhat they will
we’ll mesure them a mesure and begone.

Sp135R:

give me a torch I am not for this ambling
being so heavy

, I will bear yethe light.

Sp136M:

nay gentle Romeo we must have you dance

Sp137R:

not I beleeve me, you have dancing shoes,
wthwith nimble soles but mine have wthwith soles of lead

so stakes me to yethe ground I cannot move.

Sp138M:

you are a lover borrow cupids wings
and soar wthwith them above a common bound.

Sp139R:

I cannot bound

one pitch above dull woe
under loves heavy burden do I sink

Sp140M:

and to sinck in it you should burthen love
too great oppression for a tender thing.

Sp141R:

is Love a tender thing it is too rough
too rude too boystrous and it pricks like thorn.

Sp142M:

If love be hRough with you be rough wthwith it

prick love for pricking you, and beat it down

.
give me a case to put my visage in.

here are yethe beetle brows shall blush for me

Sp143B:

come knock and enter, and no sooner in

100

but every man betake him to his leggs

Sp144R:

a torch of for me let wantons light of heart
tickle yethe senseless rushes with their heeles

Sp145Ben:

supper

is done and we shall come too late.

Sp146Rom:

I fear too early for my mind misgives
some consequence yet hanging in our starrs

shall bitterly begin his fearfull date
with this nights revels and expire yethe tearm
of a dispised life closd in my breast
by some vile forfeit of untimely death
but he ytthat hath yethe steerage of my course
direct my steps, on lusty Gentlemen

Sp147B:

strike drum
They march about yethe stage

e
Enter

yethe Guests and Gentlewomen to the
maskers.

Sp1481 Cap:

welcome gentlemen
Ladies ytthat have their toes unplagued wthwith corns
will walk about wthwith you.
ah me mistresses wchwhich of you all
will now deny to dance? she ytthat makes dainty
I’ll

swear hath cornes: am I come near you now

?
musick and dance

Indeed sirs this unlookd for sport

comes well
nay sitt nay sit, good Cosin Capulet,
for you and I are past our dauncing dayes.

Sp149R:

wtwhat Lady’s ytthat which doth enrich yethe hand
of yonder knight ?

Sp150S:

I know not sir

Sp151R:

oh she doth teach yethe torches to burn bright
her beauty hangs upon yethe cheek of night.

like a rich jewell in an Æthiops eare
beauty for use too rich, for earth too dear.
The dauncing done.

I’ll watch her place of stand
and touching hers make blessed my rude hand.
did my heart love till now? forswear’it sight,
For I nere saw true beauty till this night

Sp152Tyb:

This by his voyce should be a Mountague
fetch me my rapier boy, wtwhat dares yethe slave
come hither coverd wthwith an antique face
to fleere and scorn at our solemnity
now by yethe stock and honour of my kin
to strike him dead I thinck it

not a sin.

Sp153C:

why how now kinsman wherfor storm you so.

Sp154Ty:

uncle this is a Mountague our foe
a villain ytthat hither is come

in spight
to scorn at our solemnity to night.

Sp155C:

young Romeo is’t ?

Sp156Ty:

tis he ytthat villain Romeo.

Sp157C:

content thee gentle coz let him alone
he bears him like a portly gentleman
and to say truth Verona brags of him
to be a vertuous and well governd youth
I would not for yethe wealth of all this

town
here in my house doe him disparagement:
Therfor be patient take no note of him,
It is my will yethe which if thou respect
shew a fair presence and put of these frowns
an ill becoming semblance for a feast.

Sp158Ty:

it fits when such a villain is a guest
I’ll not endure him.

101

Sp159C:

he shall be endured
wtwhat goodman boy I say he shall, goe too
am I yethe Master here or you?

you’l not endure him, god shall mend my soul
you’ll make a mutiny among yethe guests?
you will set cock a hoop? you’ll be yethe man?

Sp160Ty:

why uncle ‘tis a shame

Sp161C:

go to, go to,
you are a sawcy boy, ‘tis so indeed:

you must contrary me: tis time

be quiet, or I’ll make you quiet.
for shame more light, chearly my hearts.

Sp162Ty:

patience perforce wthwith willfull coholler meeting
makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting
I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall
now seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall.

Sp163Rom:

to Jul

:– If I prophane with my unvorthy hand
the gentle this holy shrine yethe gentle sin is this
my lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand
to smooth ytthat rough touch wthwith a gentle

kiss.

Sp164Jul:

good pilgrim
you doe wrong yryour hand too much
which mannerly devotion shews in this
for saints have hands ytthat pilgrims hands doe touch
and palm to palm is holy palmers kiss.

Sp165R:

have not StsSaints lips? and holy palmers too?

Sp166J:

yes pilgrim, lips which

they must use in prayer

Sp167R:

o then dear StSaint let lips doe wtwhat hands doe
They pray, graunt thou least faith turn to dispair.

Sp168J:

saints doe not move thoug grant for prayers sake.

Sp169R:

then move not while my prayers effect do take
Thus from my lips, by thine my sin is purg’d

Sp170J:

then have my lips yethat sin ytthe they have tooke.

Sp171R:

sin from my lips? o trespass sweetly urgd
give me my sin again.

Sp172J:

you kiss by th’ book

Sp173N:

Madam yryour mother craves a word wthwith you

Sp174R:

wtwhat is her mother?

Sp175N:

marry batchelour
her mother is yethe Lady of yethe house.

I nurst her daughter ytthat you talkd withall.
I tell you he ytthat can lay hold of her
shall have yethe chink

Sp176R:

is she a Capulet ?
o dear account! my life is my foes debt.

Sp177B:

away begon yethe sport is at the best

Sp178R:

yes so I fear m yethe more is my unrest.

Sp179C:

nay Gentlemen prepare not to be gone
we have a trifling foolish banquet towards:
is it eene

so? why then I thanck you all
I thanck you honest Gentlemen: good night:
more torches here, come on then lets to bed

I’ll to my rest (Exit

Sp180J:

come hither nurse
wtwhat is yond Gentleman ?

Sp181N:

the son and heir of old tyberio

Sp182J:

wtswhat’s he that now is going out of doores

Sp183N:

marry ytthat I thinck is young Petruchio.

Sp184J:

wtswhat’s he that follows there

that would not dance?

Sp185N:

I know not.

Sp186J:

goe ask his name; if he be married
my grave is like to be my wedding bed.

102

Sp187N:

his name is Romeo, and a Mountague
The only son of our great enemie

Sp188J:

my only love sprung from my only hate.
Too early seen, unknown and knowne too late
‘tis a prodigious birth of love to me

ytthat I must love a loathed enemy.

Sp189N:

wt’swhat’s this? wtswhat’s this?

Sp190J:

a Rhime I learnt ev’n now
From

one I danc’t withall. (call wthinwithin Juliet

Sp191N:

anon anon
come let’s away yethe strangers are all gone
(exeunt

Act II

Enter Romeo

Sp192R:

can I goe forward when my heart is here?
turn back dull earth and find my centre ont out.
Enter Benvolio & Mercutio

Sp193Ben:

Romeo, Cozen Romeo

Sp194Mer:

he is wise
and on my life hath stoln him home to bed

Sp195B:

he ran this way and leapt the orchard wall.
Call good Mercutio: nay I’ll conjure too

Sp196M:

Romeo, humours, passion madman

lover
appear thou in yethe likeness of a spright

speack but one time and I am satisfyed.

The ape is dead and I must conjure for him

.
I conjure thee by Rosalines bright eyes
by her high forhead and her scarlet lip

That in thy likeness thou appear to us.

Sp197B:

and if he hear thee thou wilt anger him.

Sp198M:

this cannot anger him, ‘twould anger him
to raise a spirit in his MrsMistress circle
of some strange nature letting it there stand

till she had laid it and conjured it down
ytthat were some spight. my invocation
is fair and honest and in his MrsMistress name.
I conjure only for to raise up him.

Sp199B:

come he hath hid him selfe among these trees
to be consorted with yethe humorous night:
blind is his Love and best befitts yethe Dark.

Sp200M:

if love be blind love cannot hit yethe mark

come shall we goe

Sp201B:

goe then for tis in vaine to seek him here
ytthat means not to be found. (exeunt

Sp202R:

he jeasts at scarrs ytthat never had a wound
but soft wtwhat light through yonder window breaks?
it is yethe east and Juliet is yethe sun,
arise fair sun and kill yethe envious moone
who is alreadie sick and pale with griefe
ytthat thou her maid art far more faire then she

.
it is my Lady, oh it is my love
oh that she knew she were.
she speaks yet she saies nothing; wtwhat of ytthat?
her eye discourses I will answer it:
I am too bold tis not to me she speaks:
two of yethe fairest starrs in yethe whole heavens

having some business doe entreat her eyes
to twincle in their sphears till their

return.
wtwhat if her eyes were there, they in her head
the brightness of her cheek wh would shame those stars
as daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
would through yethe aiery region stream so bright
ytthat birds would sing, and thinck it were not night:

see how

Sp203J:

Ay me.

Sp204R:

She speaks

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o speak again bright angel, for thou art
as glorious to this night being ore my head
as is a winged messenger of heaven
unto yethe white, upturned wondring eyes
of mortalls, ytthat fall back to gaze on him
when he bestrides yethe Lazy puffing clouds
and sayles upon yethe bosome of yethe aire

Sp205J:

o Romeo, Romeo, wherfor art thou Romeo?
deny thy father and refuse thy name
or thou wilt not, be but sworne my love
and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Sp206R:

shall I hear more or shall I speak at this

Sp207J:

tis but thy name ytthat is my enemie;
Though

art thy selfe tho not a Mountague
wtswhat’s Mountague? ItisIt is not hand, nor foot
nor arm nor face; o be some other manname
belonging to a man.
wtswhat’s in a name? ytthat which we call a rose
by any other word would sp smell as sweet
so Romeo would, were he not Romeo cal’d
retaine ytthat dear perfection which he has

without that title Romeo: leave

thy name
and for thy name which is no part of thee
take all my selfe.

Sp208R:

I take thee at thy word
call me but Love and I’ll be new baptizd
Hence forth I never will be Romeo.

Sp209J:

wtwhat man art thou ytthat thsus bescreen’d in night
so stumblest on my counsels

Sp210R:

by a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am

my name dear StSaint is hatefull to my selfe
because it is an enemie to thee:
Had I it written I would tear the word.

Sp211J:

my eares not yet have

drunck a 100 words
of thy tongues utterance

, yet I know yethe sound.
art not thou

Romeo and a Mountague?

Sp212R:

neither fair maid if either thee dislike

Sp213J:

how camst thou hither
Tell me, and wherfor?
the orchard walls are high and hard to climb
and yethe place death considering who thou art,
if any of my kinsmen find the here

Sp214R:

wthwith Loves light wings
Did I ore-pearch these walls,
for stony limits cannot hold love out
and wtwhat love can doe love dares ytthat attempt

Therfor thy kinsmen are no stop to me

Sp215J:

If they do see thee they will murther thee

Sp216R:

alas

there lyes more perill in thine eye
then 20 of their swords, look thou but sweet
and I am proofe against their enmity

Sp217J:

I would not for yethe world they saw thee here.

by whose direction found you out this place?

Sp218R:

by Loves ytthat first did prompt me to enquire:
he lent me consell and I lent him eyes.
I am no Pylot, yet were you as farr
as ytthat vast shore: wash’d with yethe furthest sea
I should adventure for such merchandize

Sp219J:

thou knowst yethe mask of night is on my face
else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheeke
for ytthat wchwhich thou hast heard me speak to night.

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Faind would I dwell on forme, faine faine deny
wtwhat I have spoke, but farewell complements.
Dost thou Love? I know

you will say yes,
and I will take thee at

thy word; yet if thou swearest
Thou may’st prove false; at Lovers perjuries
They say Jove laughs; oh Gentle Romeo
if thou dost love pronounce it faithfully:
or if thou thinckst I am too quickly won
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay
so thou wilt woe: but else not for yethe world.
In truth fair mountague I am too fond:
and therfor thou mayst thinck my cariage

light
but trust me gentleman, I’ll prove more true
then those ytthat looke more sower and seem more strange

.
I should have been more strange, I must confess
had you not heard Befaore I was aware

my true loves passion, therfor pardon me
doe

not impute this yielding to light love
which yethe Dark night hath so discovered

Sp220R:

Lady by yonder moon I vow
that tips with silver all those

fruit tree tops

Sp221J:

o swear not by the moon, yethe inconstant moon
ytthat monthly changes in her circled orb
least that thy love prove likewise variable

Sp222R:

wtwhat shall I swear by?

Sp223J:

Doe not swear att all.
or if you will swear by your

Gracious selfe
which is yethe god of my Idolatry
and I’ll beleeve thee.

Sp224R:

if my hearts dear Love —

Sp225J:

well doe not swear: although I Joy in thee
I have no joy of this contract to night
it is too rash, too unadvis’d too sudden
too like yethe lightning which does cease to be
ere one can say it lightens, sweet goodnight;
This bud of love by sommers ripening breath
may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet:
goodnight: goodnight, as sweet repose and rest
come to thy heart as ytthat within my breast

Sp226R:

o wilt thou leave me so unsatisfyed

Sp227J:

what satisfaction canst thou have this night

Sp228R:

the exchange of thy loves fathfull vow, with

mine.

Sp229J:

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
and yet I wish

it were to give again

Sp230R:

would you

withdraw it
For wtwhat purpose Love

Sp231J:

but to be franck and give it thee again
and yet I wish but for yethe thing I have,
my bounty is as pr boundless as yethe seea
my love as deep; the more I give to thee
the more I have, for both are infinite.
I hear some noise within, dear love adieu (Call within
anon good nurse, sweet Mountague be true
stay but a little I will come againe.

Sp232R:

o blessed blessed night! I am afeard
being in night all this is but a dreame
too flattering sweet to be substantiall
Enter Juliet

Sp233J:

three words Dear Romeo

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and good night indeed
if ytthat thy bent of Love be honourable
thy purpose mariage; send me word to morrow
by one ytthat I’ll procure to come to thee
where and wtwhat time thou wilt perform the right
and all my fortunes at thy feet I’ll lay
and follow thee my LdLord throughout the world
(within Madam
I come anon, but if thou meanst not well
I doe beseech thee
(within – Madam
By and by I come
to cease thy suite

and leave me to my griefe.
to morrow I will send.

Sp234R:

so thrive my soule

Sp235J:

a 1000 times goodnight. (exit

Sp236R:

1000 times yethe worse to want thy light
Love goes towards love like schoolboys from their bookes
but Love towards from love towards schoole with heavy lookes
Enter Juliet again

Sp237J:

hist Romeo hist, o for a falkeners voice
to lure this tassel gently

back again.
Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud
Else would I tear yethe cave where Eccho lyes
and make her aery tongue more hoarse, all with

yethe repetition of my Romeo.

Sp238R:

it is my soule ytthat calls upon my name
how silver sweet sound Lovers tongues by night
Like softest Musick too attending eares.

Sp239J:

Romeo

Sp240R:

my sweet

Sp241J:

wtwhat a clock to morrow
shall I send to thee?

Sp242R:

by yethe hour of nine

Sp243J:

I will not fail: tis 20 years till then
I have forgot why I did call thee back

Sp244R:

let me stand here till you remember it.

Sp245J:

tis almost morning I would have thee gone
And yet no further then a wantons bird
ytthat letts it hop a little from his hand

and with a silken thred plucks it again
so loving jealous of his libertye

good night, good night.

Sp246R:

parting is such sweet sorrow
ytthat I say good night till it be morrow

Sp247J:

sleep dwell upon thy eyes peace in thy breast
(exit.

Sp248R:

yethe gray eyed morn

smiles on yethe frowning night
checkring yethe eastern clouds wthwith streaks of light,
and darkness fleckled like a drunkard reels
from forth days pathway made by titans wheeles
Hence will I to my ghostly friers close cell
his help to crave and my good

hap to tell:
Exit
Enter Frier

wthwith a basket.

Sp249F:

now ere the sun advance his burning eye
yethe day to cheere and nights damp

dew to dry
I must fill up

this osier cage of ours
bwith balefull weeds, and precious juiced flowers.
The earth ytsthat’s natures mother is her tomb

106

wtwhat is her burying grave ytthat is her womb
and from her womb children of diverse kinds
we sucking in

her naturall bosome find
many for many vertues excellent
none but for some, and yet all different.

Enter Romeo.
within yethe infant rinde of this weak flower
poison hath residence and medicine power
For this being spmelt wtwhat

ytthat part chears each part
being tasted kills

all senses with yethe heart

Sp250R:

good morrow father

Sp251F:

Benedicite.
wtwhat early tongue so sweet salutes my eares

?
young son it argues a distempered brain

so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed
Thy eatoo much earlyness

does me assure
Thou art uprouzd with some distemperature
or if not so then here I hit it right
our Romeo hath not been in bed to night.

Sp252R:

yethe last is true the sweeter rest was mine

Sp253F:

god pardon sin wast thou with Rosaline?

Sp254R:

with Rosaline my Ghostly Father no
I have forgot that name and ytthat names woe

Sp255F:

that’s my good son but where hast thou been then?

Sp256R:

I have been

feasting with my enemie
where one the sudden one hath wounded me
that’s by me wounded both our remedies
withimn thy help and holy Phisick lyes

Sp257F:

be plain good son

Sp258R:

then plainly know my hearts dear love is set
on yethe fair daughter of Rich Capulet
as mine on hers, so hers is set on mine
and all combind save wtwhat thou must combine
by holy mariage: when and where and how
we met, we woed, we made

exchange of vow
I’ll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray
that thou consent to marry us this day

Sp259F:

holy StSaint Francis wtwhat a change is here
is Rosaline ytthat thou didst love so Deer
so soon forsaken?

Sp260R:

thou chidst me oft for loving Rosaline
and bidst me

bury love

Sp261F:

not in a grave
to lay one in an other out to have

Sp262R:

I pray thee chide me not her I love now
doth grace for grace and love for love allow
The other did not so.

Sp263F:

oh she knew well
They love did read by roat and could not spell
but come young waverer come along with me
in one respect I’ll thy assistant be,
for this alliance may so happy prove
to turne your household rancour to pure love

Sp264R:

o lett us hence I stand on suddain hast

Sp265F:

wisely and slow they stumble ytthat run fast.
Exeunt

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Enter Benvolio and Mercutio.

Sp266M:

where yethe devell should this Romeo be? came he —
not home to night?

Sp267B:

not hito his fathers I spoke wthwith his man

Sp268M:

why ytthat same pale hard hearted wench ytthat Rosaline
torments him so ytthat he will here run

mad.

Sp269B:

Tybalt yethe kinsman to Old Capulet
hath sent a letter to his fathers house

Sp270M:

a challenge on my life.

Sp271B:

Romeo will answer it. soft here he comes

˂ [enter Romeo

Sp272M:

without his roe, like a dry’d herring. good mor=morrow
row, you gave us yethe counterfeit fairly last night.

Sp273R:

good morrow to you both: wtwhat counterfeit

Sp274M:

yethe slip sir yethe slip, you cannot concieve.

Sp275R:

pardon Mercutio my busyness was great, and in
such a case as mine a man may straine coursie

Enter Nurse and her man

Sp276R:

here’s goodly Gear
a sayle a sayle.

Sp277M:

2, 2, a shirt and a smock

Sp278N:

Peter.

Sp279P:

anon.

Sp280N:

my fan Peter.

Sp281M:

good peter to hide her face
for her fan’s the fairer face

Sp282N:

good morrow gentlmen: can any of you

tell
me where I may find young Romeo

Sp283R:

I can tell you, I am yethe youngest

of ytthat name for
fault of a worst

Sp284Mer:

yea is yethe worst well
I’ll to dinner fareyewellfare ye well ancient Lady

(Exeunt M : et B:

Sp285N:

pray sir a word

. (they whisper

Sp286R:

nurse commend me to thy lady. I protest

——

Sp287N:

good heart and faith I’ll tell her as much
LdLord LdLord she will be a joyfull woman

Sp288R:

wtwhat wilt thou tell her

Sp289N:

I will tell her

ytthat you doe protest which as I take
it is a gentlemanlike offer.

Sp290R:

bid her device some meanes this afternoon
to come to shrift at father Laurence cell
where we’ll be maried

; here is for thy pains.

Sp291N:

no truly sir not a penny.

Sp292R:

go to I say you shall.

Sp293N:

this afternoon sir? well she shall be there

Sp294R:

stay thou good nurse behind yethe abbey wall
within this hour my man shall be with thee
and bring yethe cords made like a takled stair
which to yethe high top gallant of my joy
must be my convoy in yethe secret night

Sp295N:

now god in heaven bless thee.

Sp296R:

commend me to thy lady.

Sp297N:

I a thousand times. Peter

Sp298P:

anon:

Sp299N:

before and apace. (exeunt
Enter Juliet

Sp300J:

yethe clock struck 9 when I did send the nurse
in halfe an hour she promisd to return,
perchance she cannot meet him: that’s not so:
oh she is lame, loves herauld should be thoughts
which ten times faster glides then yethe suns beames
Driving blak shadows from yethe lowring hills.
now

is yethe sun upon yethe highest

hill
of this dayes journey, and from 9 till 12

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is 3 long houres, and yet she is not come

.
Enter Nurse
o god she comes, o honey nurse wtwhat newes?
hast thou met with him? send thy man away.

Sp301N:

Peter stay at yethe gate

Sp302J:

now good sweet nurse
o LdLord why lookst thou sad
Though newes be sad yet tell them merrily
if good thou shamst yethe musick of sweet newes
by playing it to me with so sower a face

Sp303N:

I am aweary give me leave a while
fie how my bones ake wtwhat a jaunt have I had?

Sp304J:

I would thou hadst my bones and I thy newes
nay come I pray thee speak, good nurse speake.

Sp305N:

Jesu wtwhat hast? can you not stay a while
doe you not see how I am out of breath?

Sp306J:

how art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath
to say to me ytthat thou art out of breath
The excuse ytthat thou dost make in this delay
is longer then the tale thou dost excuse.
is thy newes good or bad? answer to ytthat
say either and I’ll stay yethe circumstance,
let me be satisfy’d is it good or bad?

Sp307N:

well you have made a simple choice, you know not
how to chuse a man. goe

thy waies wench serve god; wtwhat have
you din’d at home?

Sp308J:

no no. this is not wtwhat I askd thee

.
wtwhat saies he of our mariage wtwhat of ytthat

Sp309N:

lord how my head akes, wtwhat a head have I

beshrew your heart for sending me about
to catch my Death with jaunting up and downe

Sp310J:

in faith I am sorry ytthat thou art so ill.

prethee sweet nurse

tell me wtwhat says my love

Sp311N:

your love says like an honest gentleman

and I warrant a virtuous: where is yryour Mother?

Sp312J:

where is my mother?
why she is within, where should she be?
how odly thou replyst
your love says like an honest gentleman
where is your mother?

Sp313N:

o Gods lady dear
are you hot? marry come up I trow
is this yethe poultise for my aking bones?
hence forward doe your messages yryour selfe.

Sp314J:

heres such a coile, come wtwhat says Romeo?

Sp315N:

have you got leave to go to shrift to day?

Sp316J:

I have.

Sp317N:

then hie you hence to father Laurence cell
there stays a husband to make you a wife

Hie you to church, I must another way
to fetch a ladder by yethe which your love
must climb a birdsnest soon when it is dark.

Goe I’ll to dinner hie you to the cell.

Sp318J:

Hie to high fortune honest nurse farewell
Exeunt
Enter Frier and Romeo

Sp319F:

so smile yethe heavens upon this holy act
That after hours with sorrow chide us not

Sp320R:

amen, amen, but come wtwhat sorrow can
it cannot countervaile the exchange of joy
That one short minute gives me in her sight

Enter Juliet.

Sp321F:

here comes yethe lady oh so light a foot
will ne’re wear out the everlasting flint,
a lover may bestride the gossamers
That idle in yethe wanton sommers ayer

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and yet not fall so light is vanity.

Sp322J:

good even to my Ghostly Confessor.

Sp323F:

Romeo shall sthanck thee Lady for us both

Sp324R:

ah Juliet if yethe measure of thy joy
be heapt like mine, and ytthat thy skill be more
to blazon it then sweeten with thy breath
this neighbour aier, and let rich musicks tongue
unfold the imagin’d happiness ytthat both
recieve in either by this dear encounter

Sp325J:

Conceit more rich in matter thern in words
brags of his substance not of ornament
They are but beggers ytthat can count their worth
but my true love is grown to such excess
I scan not sum up halfe of halfe my wealth

Sp326F:

come come with me and we will make short work
for by yryour leaves you shall not stay alone
till th holy church incorporate two in one.
Exeunt

Act III

Enter Benvolio Mercutio
and their men.

Sp327B:

I pray thee good mercutio letts retire
The day is hot, yethe Capulets abroad
and if we meet we shall not scape a brawle
for now these hot dayes, is yethe mad blood stirring

.
Enter Tybalt Petruchio

and others.
by my head here come the Capulets

Sp328M:

by my heel I care not.

Sp329Ty:

follow me close for I will speak with them

mercutio thou consortst with Romeo

Sp330M:

Consort? wtwhat dost thou make us minstrells? if thou make
minstrells of us, looke to hear nothing but discord

; heres my

fidlestick (Draws)

here’s ytthat shall make you dance, come Consort.

Sp331B:

we talk here in the publick haunt of men:
either withdraw into some private place
or reason coldly of your grievances:
or else depart, here all eyes gaze on us.

Sp332M:

mens eyes were made to look and let them gaze
I will not budge for no mans pleasure, I!
Enter Romeo;

Sp333Ty:

well peace be with you sir, here comes my man.

Sp334M:

but I’ll be hangd sir if he wear yryour livery.

Sp335T:

Romeo the love I beare thee can afford
no better term then this: thou art a Villain

Sp336R:

Tybalt yethe reason ytthat I have to love thee
doth much excuse yethe appertaining rage
to such a greeting;
Therfor farewell I see thou knowst me not.

Sp337T:

Buoy sthis shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me therfor turn and draw

Sp338R:

I doe protest I never injurd thee
but lovd thee better then thou canst devise

and so good capulet which name I tender
as dearly as my own, be satisfyed.

Sp339M:

o Calm, dishonourable, vile submission

Tybalt you rat catcher, will you walk

Sp340T:

wtwhat would you

have with me?

Sp341M:

good King of Cats nothing but one of your 9 lives.
come will your sword, least

mine be about your ears before it
be out.

Sp342T:

I am for you

Sp343R:

gentle Mercutio put thy rapier up

{ they draw and
fight Romeo steps
between them.

Sp344M:

come sir yryour passado

Sp345R:

Draw Benvolio beat down their weapons:
TGentlemen for shame forbear this outrage,

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Tybalt, Mercutio, yethe prince expressly hath
forbid all

bandying in Veronas streets:
Hold Tybalt, good Mercutio. (exit Tybalt

Sp346M:

I am hurt
a plague on both yethe houses I am sped:
is he gone and hath nothing?

Sp347B:

wtwhat art thou hurt?

Sp348M:

yes, yes a scratch

where is my page? sirrah goe

fetch a surgeon

Sp349R:

courage man yethe hurt cannot be much

Sp350M:

no: tis not so deep as a well nor so wide as a church–churchdoor
door, but tis enough.

why yethe devill came you between us? I
was hurt under yryour arme.

Sp351R:

I thought all for yethe best.

Sp352M:

help me into some house Benvolio.

(exit wthwith Benvolio

Sp353R:

this gentleman yethe princes near ally
my greatest

friend, has got his mortall hurt
in my behalfe, my reputation stain’d
with Tybalts slander, Tybat ytthat hAn hour
hath been my cousin: o sweet Juliet
thy beauty hath made me effeminate

.
Enter Benvolio.

Sp354B:

O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio’s dead
ytthat gallant spirit hath aspir’d yethe clouds
which too untimely here did scorn the earth.

Sp355R:

more dayes black fate on this day does

depend
this but begins yethe woe, others moust end.
Enter Tybalt

Sp356B:

here comes yethe furious Tybalt back again.

Sp357R:

he gon tin triumph, and Mercutio slaine?
away to heaven respective lenity,
and fire and fury be my conduct now.

Now Tybalt take yethe villain back again
ytthat

last thou gavest me, for mercutio’s soule
is but a little way above our heads
staying for thine to keep him company.
either thou or I, or both must goe with him

Sp358T:

thou wretched boy that did consort him here
shalt with him hence.

Sp359R :

this shall determine ytthat .
They Fight —— Tybalt falls.

Sp360RB:

Romeo away be gone
The cittizens are up and Tybalt slain
stand not amaz’d yethe Prince will doom thee death
if thou art taken. hence begone away

Sp361R:

oh I am fortunes foole.

Sp362B:

why dost thou stay? (exit Romeo
Enter Cittizens

Sp363C:

which way ran he ytthat kild Mercutio?
Tybalt ytthat murtherer which way ran he?

Sp364B:

there lyes ytthat Tybalt.

Sp365C:

up sir goe with me
I charge thee in yethe Princes name obey.
Enter Prince Old Mountague
Capulet and their Wives

Sp366P:

where are yethe vile beginners of this fray

Sp367B:

o noble prince I can discover all
yethe unlucky mannage of this fatall brall
There lyes yethe man slain by youn Romeo
ytthat slew thy cosin

brave Mercutio.

Sp368La: Cap:

Tybalt my kinsman? prince

as thou art true
for fl blood of ours shed blood of Mountague.

Sp369P:

Benvolio who began this fray?

Sp370B:

Tybalt here slayn who kild mercutio

Sp371La: Cap:

he is a kinsman to yethe Montague

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Affection makes him false, he speaks not true
some 20 of them fought in this black strife
and all those 20 could but kill one life
I beg for justice which thou Prince must give
Romeo slew tybalt, Romeo must not live.

Sp372P:

Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio
now who yethe price of his dear blood bdoth owe.

Sp373C:

not Romeo Prince he was Mercutios friend
His fault concludes but wtwhat thise law should end,
The life of Tybalt.

Sp374P:

and for ytthat offence
Imediatly we doe exile him hence
I have an interest, in yryour hearts proceeding
my blood for your Rude brawles doth lye a bleeding.
But I’ll amerce you wthwith so strong a fine
ytthat you shall all repent yethe Loss of mine.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses.
Therfor I say let

Romeo hence in hast
else when he’s found that hour is his Last.
Bear hence this body, and attend our will:
Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill
Exeunt
Enter Juliet Alone

Sp375J:

Gallop apace you fiery footed steeds
towards Phœbus Lodging, such a waggoner
as Phaeton, would pwhip you to yethe west
and bring in cloudy night immediatly.
Come

gentle night, come loving black brow’d night
give me my Romeo and when I shall dye
take him and cut him out in little starrs
and he will make yethe face of heaven so fine
ytthat all yethe world will be in love with night.

Oh here

Comes my neurse.
Enter Nurse with Cords
And she brings newes, and every tongue ytthat speakes
but Romeo’s name, speaks hevenly eloquence:
now nurse wtwhat newes? wtwhat hast thou there?
The cords ytthat Romeo bid thee fetch?

Sp376N:

yes yes yethe Cords

Sp377J:

Ay me wtwhat newes
why dost thou wring thy hands?

Sp378N:

Alaas alas, he’s Dead

we are undone Lady we are undone
alack yethe day he’s gon he’s kild he’s dead.

Sp379J:

Can heaven be so envious?

Sp380N:

Romeo Can
Though heaven cannot; o Romeo Romeo
who ever would have thought it Romeo.

Sp381J:

wtwhat divell art thou that dost toment me thus
This torture should be roar’d in dismall hell,
hath Romeo slain himselfe? say thou but yes I
and ytthat bare vowell I shall poyson more
then yethe Death darting eye of cockatrice.
If he be

slain say yes or if not no

Sp382N:

I saw yethe wound I saw it with my eyes
god save the mark here on his manly breast
a piteous coarse, a bloody piteous coarse
pale, pale as ashes, all bedaubd in blood
all in gore blood I sounded at the sight.

Sp383J:

O Break my heart!
pour bankrupt, break at once.
to prison eyes nere look on liberty.
Vile earth to eart resign; end motion here
and thou and Romeo, press one heavy beer

Sp384N:

o Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend ytthat I had

ytthat ever I should live to see thee dead.

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Sp385J:

wtwhat storme is this ytthat blows

so contrary
is Romeo slaughtred? and is Tybalt Dead?
my dearest cousen, and my dearer LdLord
Then Dreadfull trumpett sound the generall doome.
for who are

living if those 2 are gone?

Sp386N:

Tybalt is slain

and Romeo banished
Romeo ytthat kild him he is banished

Sp387J:

O God! did Romeos hand shed tybalts blood

Sp388N:

it did it did alas yethe Day it did.

Sp389J:

O serpent heart hid with a flowry

face
Did ever Dragon keep so fair a cave?
beautyfull tyrant fiend angelicall
Ravenous Dove, feathered Raven
Wolvish ravening lampb,
Despised substance of devinest show
Just oposite to wtwhat thou justly seemst
a damned saint an honourable villaine.
O Nature! wtwhat hadst thou to doe in hell
when thou didst place

yethe spirit of a fiend
in mortall paradise of such sweet flesh?
oh ytthat

deceit should dwell
in such a gorgeous pallace.

Sp390N:

Theres no trust no faith, no honesty in men

ah! wheres my man? give me some aqua vitæ
These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old
shame come to Romeo.

Sp391J:

Blister’d be thy tongue
for such awisha wish. he was not born to shame
upon his brow shame is ashamd to sit
for tis a throne where honour may be crownd
sole monarch of yethe universall earth:
oh what a beast was I to chide him so?

Sp392N:

will you speak well of him

ytthat killd your Cozen

Sp393J:

shall I speak ill of him ytthat is my husband
ah my poor LdLord

wtwhat tongue shall smooth thy name
when I thy 3 houres wife have mangled it?
but wherfor villain dids thou kill my Cozen?
That villain Cozen would have kild my husband:
back foolish tears, back to yryour native spring,
your tributarie drops belong to woe,
which your mistaking offer up to joy.
my husband lives that Tybalt would have slain
and Tybalt dead ytthat would have kild my husband
all this is comfort: wherfor weep I then?
some word there was worser then Tybalts death
that murdered me; I would forget it faine
But oh it presses to my memory
like damned guilty deeds to sinners minds.
Tybalt is Dead and Romeo Banished
ytthat banished, ytthat one word banished
hath slain 10000 Tybalts; tybalts Death
was woe enough if it had ended there:
or if sower woe delights in fellowship
why followed

not when she said Tybalts dead
Thy father or thy mother, nay or both
which modern lamentation might have mov’d
but with a rereguard following Tybalts death
Romeo is banished; to speak ytthat word
is father mother Tybalt Romeo Juliet
all slain all dead: Romeo is banished
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound
in ytthat words death no words can ytthat woe sound.
where is my father and my mother nurse?

Sp394JN:

Weeping and wailing over Tybalts coarse.

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will you go to them? I will bring you thither

Sp395J:

wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent
when theirs are dry for Romeos banishment.
Take up those copds poor ropes you are beguild
both you and I; for Romeo is exilld
come Cord

come nurse i’ll to my wedding bed
and death not Romeo take my maidenhead.

Sp396N:

hye to yryour chamber, I’ll find Romeo
to comfort you I wot well where he is:
Hark you your Romeo will be here at night
I’ll to him he is hid at Lawrence Cell.

Sp397J:

oh find him dgive this ring to my true knight
and bid him come to take his last farewell.
Exeunt

Enter Frier and Romeo

Sp398F:

Romeo Come forth
come forth thou fearfull man.
affliction is enamour’d of thy parts
and thou art wedded to calamity

Sp399R:

Father wtwhat newes?
what is yethe Princes doom
what sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand
ytthat I yet know not

Sp400F:

too falmiliar
is my dear son with such sower company
I bring thee tidings of the Princes doome

Sp401R:

wtwhat less than doomesday is the princes doom?

Sp402F:

a gentle

judgemen vanisht from his lips
not bodies Death, but bodies banishment.

Sp403R:

ha banishment? be mercifull say death
for exile hath black terror

in his looke.

much more then ‸Death, banishment! do not say’t

Sp404F:

here from Verona thou art

banished
be patient for yethe world is broad and wide

Sp405R:

There is no world without Veronas walls

Hence banished, is banisht from yethe world
and world’s exile is death: Then banishment
is death

.
Thou cutst my head of with a golden ax
and smilst upon the stroak that murders me

Sp406Fr:

Ingratitude?

Thy fault our Lawes call

death, but yethe kind Prince
taking thy part hath rush’d aside yethe law
and turnd ytthat black word Death to banishment.
This is great

mercy and thou seest it not.

Sp407R:

tis torture and not mercy, heaven is here
where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
and little mouse, every unworthy thing
live here in heaven and may look on her
but Romeo may not: more validity
more honourable state, more courtship lives
in carrion flyes then Romeo; they may seaze
on yethe white wonder of Dear Juliets hand
and steall immortall blessings from her lips

.
This may flies doe, when I from this must flye
but Romeo may not, he is banished.
and sayst thou yet ytthat exile is not death?
hadst thou

no poison mixt? no sharp ground knife?
no meane of death but banishedment to kill me?
Banished? ————

O Frier yethe Damned use ytthat word in hell
Howling attend it: how hast thou yethe hear

being a devine; and ghostly confessor
to mangle

me with ytthat word banished?

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Sp408F:

Fond mad man hear me speak:

Sp409R:

o thou will speake again of banishment.

Sp410F:

I’ll give thee armour to keep of ytthat word
adversities sweet milk Philosophy
to comfort thee tho thou art banished

Sp411R:

yet banished? hang up Philosophy
unless Philosophy can make a Juliet
displant a town, reverse a princes doom
it helps not it prevailes not, talk no more

Sp412F:

o then I see that madmen have no eares.

Sp413R:

how should they
when wisemen have no eyes?

Sp414F:

let me dispair with thee of thy estate

Sp415R:

thou canst not speak of wtwhat thou dost not feel
wert thou as young as Juliet my love
an hour but married, tybalt murdered,
doting like me and like me banished
Then mightst thou speake
Then mightst thou tear thy hair
and fall upon yethe ground as I doe now
taking yethe measure of an unmade grave.
Enter Nurse and knocks.

Sp416F:

Arise one knocks,
good Romeo hide thy selfe

Sp417R:

not I
unless yethe breath of heartsick groanes
mistlike infold me from yethe search of eyes.
Knock:

Sp418F:

heark how they knock
(whose there)? Romeo arise
thou wilt be taken (stay awhile) stand up

Knock
Run to my studie, (by and by)
what

simpleness is this? I come I come
Knock.
who knocks so hard?
whence come you? wtswhat’s your will?
Enter Nurse

Sp419N:

let me come in.
and you shall know my errand
I come from Lady Juliet.

Sp420F:

welcome then

Sp421N:

oh holy frier tell me holy frier
where is my ladies LdLord wheres Romeo?

Sp422F:

there on the ground with his own tears made drunk.

Sp423N:

oh he is even in my mrsmistress’ case
even so lies she blubbring and weeping

,
for Juliets sake, for her sake rise and stand

Sp424R:

nurse

Sp425N:

ah sir

deaths yethe end of all

Sp426R:

speast thou of juliet? how ist with her?
does she not thinck me an old murtherer
now I have staind yethe childhood of our joy
with blood remov’d but little from her own.
where is she? and how does she? oh wtwhat sayes she

Sp427N:

oh she says nothing sir but weeps and weeps
and now fals on her bed and now starts up
and Tybalt calls and then on Romeo cryes
and then down falls again

Sp428R:

as if ytthat name
shot up from yethe deadly levell of a gun
did murder her as ytthat names cursed hand
murdred her kinsman. O tell me frier tell me
in wtwhat vile part of this anatomy

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doth my name lodge? tell me ytthat I may sacke
yethe hate fullhatefull mansion.

Sp429F:

hold thy desperate hand:
art thou a man? thy form cryes out thou art
thy tears are womanish thy wild acts note

the unreasonable fury of a beast.
I thought

thy disposition better temper’d.
hast thou slaine Tybalt? wilt thou slay thy selfe?
and slay thy Lady ytthat in thy life lies
by doing such an act upon thy selfe?
wtwhat rowse

thee man thy Juliet is alive
for whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead
There thou art

happy. Tybalt would kill thee
but thou slewst Tybalt: there thou art

happy too
yethe law ytthat threatned death became thy friend
and turnd it to exile: there art thou happy too

.
a pack of blessings light upon thy back,
happyness courts thee in her best array
but like a sullen and hard hearted wretch

Thou puttest up thy fortune and thy love:
take heed take heed for such die miserable.
goe get thee to thy love as ’twas decreed
but look

thou stay not till yethe watch be set
for then thou canst not pass to mantua
where thou shalt live till we can find a time
to blaze yryour mariage, reconcile yryour friends
beg pardon of thy Prince and call thee back
with 2000000

times more joy
Then thou wentst forth in Lamentation.
Goe before nurse commend me to thy Lady

Romeo’s comming.

Sp430N:

O LdLord I could have staid here all the night
to hear good counsell: oh wtwhat learning is?
my LdLord I’ll tell my Lady you will come.

Sp431R:

Doe so and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Sp432N:

here’s sir, a ring, she bid me give it you

.
Hie you make hast for it growes very late.

Sp433R:

how well my comfort is reviv’d by this?

Sp434RF:

how well m goe hence.
either

be gone before the watch be set
or by yethe breake of day disguisd from hence
sojorne in Mantua, I’ll find out yryour man
and he shall signifie from time to time
every good hapfp that to you chances

here.
Give me thy hand, farewell, tis late

, goodnight.

Sp435R:

but ytthat a joy past joy calls out on me
it were a griefe so soon

to part wthwith thee.
Farewell.
(exeunt.

Enter Old Capulet, his Lady
and Count Paris

Sp436C:

things have faln out sir so unluckily
ytthat we have had no time to move our daughter

tis very late she’ll not dCome downe to night:
I promise you but for your Company
I would have been in bed an hour agoe

Sp437P:

these times of woe afford no time to wooe
madam goodnight commend me to yryour daughter.

Sp438L:

I will, and know her mind early to morrow
to night she’s shut up

to her heavyness.

Sp439C:

Sir Paris I will make a desperate tender
of my childs love

. —– but soft wtwhat day’s this?

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Sp440P:

monday my LdLord

Sp441C:

monday had! ha! wednesday is too soone
on Thursday lett ist be; on thursday tell her
she shall be married to this noble earle.
will you be ready? what

say you to Thursday

Sp442P:

my LdLord
I would ytthat Thursday were to morrow

Sp443C:

well then good night. on Thursday

be it then:
Goe you to Juliet, ere you goe to bed
prepare her wife, against the

wedding day.
Farewell my LdLord; light to my chamber hoa
before me, it is so late
ytthat we may call it early by and by.
Good-night.
(Exeunt
Enter Romeo & Juliet above [Lark warbles

Sp444J:

wilt thou begone
It was yethe Nightingale and not the lark
that pierc’t yethe fearfull hollow of my eare
nightly she sings on yond Pomgranat tree
beleeve me love it was the Nightingale.

Sp445R:

it was yethe Lark yethe Herald of yethe morn
no nightingale: looke love wtwhat envious streakes
doe lace the severing clouds in yonder East:
nights candles are burnt out and Jocond day
stands tiptoe on yethe mistie mountaine tops
I must begone and live, or stay and dye.

Sp446J:

yond light is not daylight, I know it well

it is some Meteor ytthat yethe sun exhales
to be to thee this night a torch bearer
and light thee on thy way to Mantua
therfor stay yet thou needest not begone

Sp447R:

let me be tane let me be put to death
I am content so thou wilt have it so.

I’ll say yon gray is not yethe mornings eye
warbles again.]

tis but yethe pale reflexe of Cynthia’s brow.
nor ytthat is not yethe lark whose notes doe beat
the vaulted

heaven so high above our heads.
I have more care to stay then will to goe;
Come death and welcome Juliet wills it so.
How is’t my soule! let’s talk it is not day.

Sp448J:

it is, it is, heie hence, begone, away
it is yethe nlarck ytthat sings so out of tune
straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
some say yethe lark makes sweet division;
this doth not so for she devideth us

,
since arm from arm her voice

doth us affray
hunting yeethee hence wthwith huntsuphunts up to yethe day.
oh now begone more light and light it grows

Enter Lady Capulet

and Nurse
below

Sp449N:

Madam.

Sp450J:

nurse.

Sp451N:

yryour Lady mother is coming to your chamber
the day is broke, be wary looke about.

Sp452J:

then window lett day in and let life out

Sp453R:

farewell farewell, one kiss and I’ll descend

Sp454J:

art thou gone so? my dearest LdLord and husband

I must hear from thee every day in th’ hour
for in a minute there are many dayes,
oh by this count, I shall be much in yeares
ere I again behold my Romeo

Sp455R:

farewell
I will omit no opportunity
ytthat may convey my service Love

to thee.

Sp456J:

o thinst

thou wee shall ever meet again

Sp457R:

I doubt it not and all these woes shall serve

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for sweet discourses in our time to come

Sp458J:

O Gdod I have an ill devining soule
methincks I see thee now thou art as low

as one dead in yethe bottom of a tomb,
either my eyesight failes or thou looskt pale.

Sp459R:

and trust me love my eye

so doe you:
dry sorrow drinks our blood. adieu adieu. (exit.

Sp460J:

O fortune fortune all men call yethe fickle
if thou art fickle, wtwhat dost thou with him
ytthat is renownd for faith? be fickle fortune
for then I hope thou wilt not keep him long
but send him back.

Sp461Lady.

at yethe Doore.

Ho daughter are you up?

Sp462J:

who is’t ytthat calls? is it my Lady mother

?
wtwhat unaccostomed cause procures her hither?

Sp463L:

why how now Juliet?

Sp464J:

madam I am not well.

Sp465L:

eer more weeping for your Cozens death?
wtwhat wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

Sp466J:

still lett

me weep for such a feeling loss.

Sp467L:

so shall you feel yethe loss but not the friend
which you so weep

for.

Sp468J:

Feeling so the Loss
I cannot chuse but ever weep yethe friend

Sp469L:

well Girle thou weepst not so much for his death
as that yethe villaine lives ytthat slaughtred him.

Sp470J:

wtwhat villain Madam

Sp471L:

ytthat same villain Romeo

Sp472J:

Villaine and he be many miles asunder. (aside
oh theres no man like hie does greeve

my heart.

Sp473L:

ytthat is because yethe trator lives

Sp474J:

yes madam from yethe reach of these my hands

would none but I might venge my Cozins death

Sp475L:

we will have vengeance of it, fear you not.
but now

I’ll tell thee joyfull tidings Girle

Sp476J:

and joy comes well in such a needy time
wtwhat are they I beseech your Ladyship?

Sp477L:

Marry my Child upon next Thursday mornīgmorning
yethe county

Paris at St Peters church
shall happily make thee a Joyfull bride.

Sp478J:

now by St Peters church, and Peter too
He shall not make me there a joyfull bride.
I wonder at this hast ytthat I must wed
ere he ytthat should be husband comes to woe
I pray you tell my LdLord and father madam
I will not marry yet and when I doe, I swear
it shall be Romeo whom you know I hate
rather than paris. these are newes indeed

Sp479L:

here comes your father tell him so your selfe
and see how he will take it at your hands
Enter Old Capulet, Nurse,

Sp480C:

when yethe sun sets the earth doth drizle dew
but for yethe sun set of my brothers son
it rains down right.
How now? wtwhat still in tears
Thou

counterfeits a bark, a sea a wind:
for still thy eyes which I may call a sea
doe ebb and flow with tears, the bark thy body
sailing in this salt flood, the wind

thy sighs
who raging with thy

tears and they with them,
without a sudden calm will overset
thy tempest stossed body. how now wife
have you delivered to her our decree.

Sp481L:

Yes sir
But she will none she gives you thanks
I would the foole were married to ‸ your her grave.

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Sp482C:

how will she

none? does she not give us thancks?
is she not proud ytthat we have

wrought
so worthy a Gentleman to be her bridegroome?

Sp483J:

not proud you have
but thankfull ytthat you have
proud can I never be of wtwhat I hate
but thanckfull even for hate ytthat is meant love

Sp484C:

how now?
how now? chopt logick? wtwhat is this?
Proud and I thanck you and I thanck you not
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds
but setle your fine joints, gainst Thursday next
to goe with paris to st Peters church.
or I will dragg thee on a hurdle thither
out you greensickness carrion out you baggage
you tallow face.

Sp485L:

fiee fie wtwhat are you mad?

Sp486J:

good father I beseech you on my knees
heare me with patience but to speak one word

Sp487C:

hang thee young baggage disobedient wretch
I tell thee wtwhat get thee to church on Thursday
or never after look me in yethe face

.
my fingers itch: wife we scarce thought us blest
ytthat God had lent us but this only child
but now I see this one is one too much
and ytthat we have a curse in having her

Sp488N:

god in heaven bless her
you are too blame my LdLord to chide

her so

Sp489C:

and why my Lady wisedome hold your tongue

Sp490N:

I speak no treason.
may

not one speake?

Sp491C:

peace you mumbling fool
utter yryour gravity ore a gossips bowle.

For here we need it not

Sp492L:

you are too hot

Sp493C:

gods bread it makes me mad
alone

, in company, still my care hath been
to have her match’d, and having now provided
a Gentleman such as my heart could wish

,
a whining mammet in her fortunes tender
must answer

I’ll not wed, I cannot love
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
But if you will not wed, I’ll pardon you.
graze where you will you shall not house with me
look etoo’t thinck ont I doe not use to jest.
Thursday is near lay hand o’th’ heart

advise:
If you beminebe mine, I’ll give you to my friend
and if you

be not hang beg die

i’th’ streets
for by my soule I’ll nere acknowledge thee
nor wtwhat is mine shall never doe thee good;
trust too’t thinck well on’t

I’ll not be forsworne. (Exit:

Sp494J:

Is there no pitty sitting in yethe clouds
That sees into yethe bottom of my griefe?
o sweet my mother cast me not away
delay this mariage for a month, a week;
or if you doe not, make the bridall bed
in ytthat dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Sp495La:

talk not to me for I’ll not speake a word
doe as thou wilt; for I have done with thee (Exit.

Sp496J:

o God
o nurse how shall this be prevented?
my husband is on earth my faith in heaven
how shall ytthat faith returne to me on earth

unless ytthat husband send it me from heaven
by leaving earth? comfort me counsaile me.
Alas, alas ytthat heaven should practise stratagems
upon so soft a subject as my selfe.

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wtwhat sayst thou? hast thou not a word of joy.
some comfort Nurse.

Sp497N:

Faith here it is
Romeo is banishd all the world to nothing
and he dares nere come back to chalenge you
or if he does it needs must be by stealth.
Then since yethe case does stand now as it doth

I thinck it best you married with yethe count
oh he’s A lovely gentleman
Romeo’s a disclout

to him.
I thinck you are happy in this second match
for it excells your first, or if it doe not

yryour first is dead, or’ twere as good he were
as living and hyou have no use

of him.

Sp498J:

speakst thou from thy heart

Sp499N:

and from my soul too
or else beshrew ’em both.

Sp500J:

Amen

Sp501N:

wtwhat ?

Sp502J:

well thou has comforted me very much

Goe in and tell my Lady I am gone
having displeasd my father to Laurence Cell
to make confession and to be absolvd

Sp503N:

marry I will and this is wisely done (Exit

Sp504J:

Auncient damnation, o most wicked fiend
is it more sin to wish me thus forsworne
or to dispraise my LdLord wthwith ytthat same tongue
which she hath praisd him with above compare,
so many thousand times? Go Counsellour
Thou and my bosome henes forth

shall be two:
I’ll to the frier to know his remedy

if all else faile I have power enough to dye
Exit

Act IV

Enter Frier and Count Paris.

Sp505F:

on Thursday sir? yethe time is very short

Sp506P:

my Father Capulet will have it so

Sp507F:

you say you doe not know yethe Ladies mind
uneven is yethe course I like it not
look

sir here comes the lady toward my cell.
Enter Juliet.

Sp508P:

happily met my Lady and my wife

Sp509J:

ytthat may be sir when I may be a wife

Sp510P:

ytthat may be must be love on Thursday next.

Sp511J:

wtwhat must be shall be.

Sp512F:

ytsthat’s a certain text

Sp513P:

poor soul thy face is much abus’d with tears

Sp514J:

the tears have got small victory by ytthat
for it was bad enough before their spight

.
are you at leisure holy Father now?

Sp515F:

yes: sir I must

entreat yethe time alone.

Sp516P:

I never will disturbe devotion

(exit

Sp517J:

o shut yethe Door and when thou hast done so
come weep with me past hope, past cure past helpe

Sp518F:

O Juliet I allready know thy grief

I hear thou must, and nothing can

prorogue it
on thursday next be married to this count

Sp519J:

tell me not father

ytthat thou hearst of this
unless thou tell me I may prevent it:
If in thy wisedome thou canst give no helpe
doe thou but call our my resolution wise
and with this knife I’ll help it presently

.
be not so long to speak I Long to dye
if wtwhat thou speakst, be not some remedy.

Sp520F:

hold daughter I doe spie a kind of hope

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which craves as desperate an execution

as ytthat is desperate which we would prevent.

Sp521J:

O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris
From of yethe Batlements of any tower

or hide me nightly in a charnell house
overe

coverd quite with dead mens ratling bones
with naked

shancks, and yellow Chapless sculls.
or bid me goe into a new made grave
and hide me with a dead man in his tombe

Things that to hear them told have made me tremble
and I will doe it without fear or doubt
to live a unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

Sp522F:

hold then goe home be merry give consent
to marry paris. wednesday is to morrow
to morrow night looke ytthat that you lie alone
and take thoseis violl being in thy bed

and this distilling liquor drinck tquite of

,
when presently through all thy veynes shall run
a cold and drowsie humor for no pulse
shall keep his native progress but surcease;
no warmth, no breath shall testifye thou livest,
The roses in thy cheeks and lips

shall fade
to mealy ashes, the eyes windows fall
like death when he shuts up yethe day of life

:
and in this borrowed likeness of cold

death
thou shalt continue 42 hours
and then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
now when the bridegroome in the morning comes
to rowse thee from thy bed there art thou dead.
Then as yethe manner of our country is
in thy best robes, uncovered on the bear
be born to buriall in thy kindreds grave

Thou shalt be born to ytthat same antient vault
where all the kindred of the capulets lie
in the mean time against thou shal awake
shall Romeo by my letters know our dirrift
and hither shall he come ytthat very night
and hence shall bear thee unto mantua

.
and this shall free thee from thy present shame
if no inconstant toy of womanish fear
abate thy valor in thy acting it.

Sp523J:

O give me give me tell me not of fear

Sp524F:

hold – Get you gone in this be strong,
resolve it and

I’ll send a frier with speed
To Mantua with thy letters to thy LdLord

Sp525J:

Love give me strength
and strength shall helpe afford
Farewell dear father
(Exeunt
Enter Old Capulet his Lady
and yethe Nurse

Sp526C:

wtwhat is my daughter

gone to father Laurence

Sp527N:

I forsooth

Sp528C:

well he may chance to doe some good with her

.
Enter Juliet

Sp529N:

see where she comes from shrifet
with merry lookes.

Sp530C:

how now my headstrong
where have you been gadding?

Sp531J:

where I have learnt me to repent yethe sin
of disobedient oposition
and am

enjoynd by holy father Lawrence
to beg

yryour bpardon: pardon I beseech you.
henceforward I’ll be ever ruld by you

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Sp532C:

send for yethe Count, goe tell him of this
I’ll have the knot knitt up to morrow morning.

Sp533J:

I met yethe youthfull LdLord at Laurence cell
and gave him wtwhat becoming

love I might
not stepping ore the bounds of modestie.

Sp534C:

why I am glad on’t this is well stand up

now afore god this holy reverend father
all yethe whole citty is much bound unto

Sp535J:

Nurse will you goe with me in to the closet

to help me sort such needfull ornaments
as you thinck

to furnish me to morrow.

Sp536L:

no not till Thursday there is time enough

Sp537C:

goe nurse goe with her
we’ll to Church to morrow
Exeunt Juliet et Nurse

Sp538C:

goe thou

to Juliet help to deck her up
I’ll not to bed. my heart is wondrous light
ytthat

this same wayward Girle is so reclaim’d.
Exeunt

Enter Juliet & Nurse

Sp539J:

yes those attires are best, but gentle nurse
I pray thee leave me to my selfe this night

for I have need of many tears and prayers

to move the heavens to smile upon my state
which well tho knowst is cross and full of sin
Enter Mother

Sp540L:

wtwhat are you busie ho need you my help

Sp541J:

no madam
so please you, let me now be left alone

Sp542L:

goodnight
get thee to bed and rest for thou hast need (Exeunt.

Sp543Jul:

farewell.

God Knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
ytthat almost freezes up yethe heat of fire
I’ll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurse.– wtwhat should she doe here?
my dismall scene I must needs act alone:
Come Violl. – wtwhat if this mixture doe not work at all?
shall I be married then to morrow morning?
no no this shall forbid it, lye thou there. (Lyes down a penknife

wtwhat if it be a poison which the frier
subtly hath ministred to have me dead
least in this mariage he should be dishonoured
because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is and yet methinkes it should not
for he hath still been tryd a holy man.
How if when I am laid into the tomb
I wake before the time ytthat Romeo
Come to redeeme me? theres a fearfull point:
shall I not then be stifled in yethe vault?
to whose foule mouth no wholesome

aire breaths in
and there dye strangled ere my Romeo Come.
or if I live is it not very like
yethe horrible conceit of Death and night
togeather with yethe terror of the place
as in a vault and ancient receptacle
where for this many hundred years yethe bones
The bones of all my buried ancestors are pack’d
where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth
lies festring in his shroud where as they say
at some houres in yethe night, spirits, resort:
alas alas it is not like ytthat I
so early waking, wtwhat wthwith noisome

spmells
and shrikes like mandrakes torn out of the earth

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ytthat living mortalls hearing them run mad
or If I walk, shall not I be distraught
invironned with all those hideous fears
and madly play with my fore fathers joynts?
and pluck yethe mangled tybalt from his shrowd
and in this rage with some great kinsmans bone
as with a club dash out my desperate braines.
oh look methincks I see my cousins ghost
seeking out Romeo that did spit his body
upon his rapiers point: stay Tibalt stay
Romeo, Romeo

, heres drinck I drinck to thee [Exit
Enter Capulet Lady, and Nurse

Sp544C:

The count is near: goe waken

Juliet
goe and trim her up

.
make hast the bridegroome is already come

Make hast I say.

Sp545N:

MrsMistress, wtwhat MrsMistress? Juliet? fast I warrant her
why lamb, why Lady? fie you slugabed
god forgive

me, marry and amen
how sound she spleeps, I must needs wake you. Lady?

alas, alas, help help my Ladies dead

some aqua vita, ho my LdLord , my Lady

Sp546Mo:

wtwhat noise is here?

Sp547N:

o lamentable day

Sp548Mo:

wtwhat is the matter?

Sp549N:

looke look; o wofull

day

Sp550Mo:

o me o me my child my only life
revive looke up or I will die with thee.

Help help call help

Enter Capulet

Sp551Ca:

for shame bring Juliet forth her husbands

come

Sp552N:

she’s dead she’s dead alas the day she’s dead

Sp553Mo:

she’s dead she’s dead

Sp554C:

ha let me see her out alas she’s cold
her blood is setled and her joynts are stiff
life and these lips have long been seperated:
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
upon yethe sweetest flower of all the field

Sp555M:

o wofull day

Sp556C:

Death ytthat hath tane her hence to make me waile
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speake

Enter Frier, and Count Paris.

Sp557F:

Come is yethe Bride ready to goe to church?

Sp558C:

ready to goe, but never to returne
o son yethe night before the wedding day
hath death layne with thy wife; see where

she lyes
flower as she was, deflowered now by him

Sp559P:

have I thought long to see this mornings face
and doth it give me such a sight as this?

Sp560Mo:

most miserable

hour ytthat ere time saw
i’th’ lasting labour of his Pilgrimage.
but one poor one, one poor and loving child
but one thing to rejoyce and solace in
and cruell death hath snatchd

it from my sight.

Sp561N:

never was seen

so black a day as this

Sp562C:

uncomfortable grief why comest thou so
to murder quite our nigh solemnity?

o child, o child, my soule and not my child
Dead art thou? alas my child is dead
and with my child my joys are buried.

Sp563F:

peace ho for shame, great heaven

and yourselfe
had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all

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your part in her you could not keep from death
but heaven keeps its

parts in eternall life;
it was

yryour heaven that she should be advanc’d
and weep you now seing she is advancd?
above yethe clouds as high as heaven it selfe.
Drie up

yryour tears, and stick yryour rosemary
on this fair coarse and as the custome is
all in

her best array bear her to church.
for though fond nature bids us all lament
yet natures teares are reasons merriment.

Sp564C:

all things ytthat we ordained festivall
turn from their office to black funerall:
our instruments to melancholly bells
our wedding chere to a sad buriall feast
our solemn hymnes to sullen dyrges change
our bridall flowers serve for a buried coarse:
and all things change them to yethe contrary.

Sp565F:

sir goe you in and Madam goe with him.
and you Count

Paris, every one prepare
to follow this fair coarse unto her grave:
yethe heavens doe frown

upon you for some ill
move them no more by crossing their high will.
Exeunt.

Act V

Enter Romeo.

Sp566R:

If I may trust yethe flattering hopes

of sleep
my dreams presage some joyfull newes at hand.
my bosomes LdLord sits lightly on his throne:
and all this winged, unaccoustomd spirit
lifts me above yethe ground with cheerfull thoughts.
I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead

and breathd such life with kisses in my lips
ytthat I revivd and was an emperor
ah me how sweet is love it selfe possest
when, but loves shadows are so rich in joy
Enter Romeo’s Man
newes from Verona, How now Baltazar

?
dost thou not bring me letters from the frier?
how doth my Lady? is my father waell?
how doth my Lady Juliet? ytthat I aske again
for nothing can be ill if she be well

Sp567B:

then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Her body sleeps in Capells monument
and her imortall part with angells lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindreds vault,
and presently tooke post to tell it you.
oh pardon me for bringing these ill newes
since you did leave it for my office sir.

Sp568R:

is it even so?
Then I deny you stars
Thou knowst my lodging get me ink and paper
and hire posthorses I will home to night.

Sp569B:

I doe beseeh

you sir have patience
yryour lookes are pale and wild and doe import
some misadventure.

Sp570R:

tush thou art decieved
Leave me and bid doe the thing I bid thee doe:
hast thou no letters to me from the fryer

Sp571B:

no my good Lord. (exit

Sp572R:

no matter get thee gone
and hire those horses I’ll be with thee straight.
well Juliet I will lye with thee to night:
Lets see for means: o mischief thou art swift
to enter in yethe thoughts of Desperate men.

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I doe remember an Apothecary
and here about he dwells, wchwhich late I noted
in tatterd weeds with overwhelming browes
culling of simples, meager were his lookes
sharp misery had p worn him to the bones
and in his shop

there was a a tortoise hung
an allegater stuft and other skins
of ill shapd fishes, and about his shelves
a beggerly account of empty boxes
green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds
remnants of packthred, and old cakes of roses
were thinly scatterd to make up a show.
noting this penury to my selfe I said
if any man did need a poison now
whose sale is present death in mantua
here lives a Caitife wretch would sell it him.
o this same thought did but forerun my need
and this same needy man must sell it me.
as I remember this should be the house,
being holyday yethe beggers shop is shut.
wtwhat ho apothecary
Enter Apothecary

Sp573Ap:

who calls so loud?

Sp574R:

come hither man I see that thou art poore
hold there is 40 Duckets, lett me have
a dram of poison such strong spreading stuff

as will disperse it selfe through all the veines
That yethe life weary taker may fall dead
and ytthat yethe trunck may be dischargd of breath
as violently as hasty powder fir’d
Doth hurry from yethe fatall cannons womb.

Sp575Ap:

such mortall drugs I have but Mantuas Law
is death to any he ytthat utters them

Sp576R:

art thou so bare and full of wretchedness
and fearst to dye? Famine is in thy cheekes

contempt and beggery hang upon thy back.
The world is not thy friend, nor the worlds law
yethe world affords no law to make thee rich
Then be not bpoor but breake it and take this

Sp577Ap:

my poverty but not my will consents.

Sp578R:

I pay thy poverty and not thy will. gives him a viol]

Sp579Ap:

put this in any liquid thing you will
and drink it of, and if you had the strength
of 20 men it would dispatch you quite

Sp580R:

Theres thy gold gives him Gold]
worse poison to mens soules
doing more murther in this loathsome world
Then these poor p compounds that thou mayst not sell.
I sell thee poison thou hast sold me none
farewell buy food and get thy selfe in flesh.
Come cordiall and not poison, goe with me
to Juliets grave for there must I use thee.
Exeunt

Enter Frier John

Sp581J:

holy franciscan frier brother ho
Enter Frier Lawrence

Sp582L:

this same should be yethe voice of father John

.
welcome from mantua wtwhat sayes Romeo
or if his mind

be writ give me his letter.

Sp583J:

going to find a barefoot brother out
one of our order to associate me
Here in this citty visiting the sick
and finding him, yethe searchers of yethe town

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suspecting ytthat wee both were in a house
where the infectious pestilence did raing

seald up yethe Doores and would not let us forth
so ytthat my speed to Mantua was stopt

Sp584L:

who bare my letter then to Romeo

Sp585J:

I could not send it here it is again

Sp586L:

unhappy fortune by my brotherhood
the letter was not nice but full of charge
of dear import and the negnlecting it
may doe much danger. brother John

goe henc
get me an Iron crow, and bring it straight
unto my cell

Sp587J:

brother I’ll goe and bring it thee. (exit

Sp588L:

now must I to yethe monument alone
within this 3 houres will faire Juliet wake
oh she will chide

me much ytthat Romeo
hath had no notice of these accidents:
but I will write again to Mantua
and keep her at my Cell till Romeo come
poore living Coarse closd in a deadmans tomb

Enter

Paris and his man.

Sp589P:

give me yethe torch boy hence and stand aloft
yet put it out for I would not be seen.
under yond young trees lay thee all along

holding thy eare close to the hollow ground
so shall no foot upon the churchyard tread
but thou

shalt hear it: whistle then to me
as signal ytthat thou hearest some approach

.
give me those flowers. doe as I bid thee goe.

Sp590M:

I am almost afraid to stand alone

here in yethe church yardchurchyard, yet I will adventure. (exit

Sp591P:

sweet flower wthwith flowers thy bridall bed I’ll strew
o woe, thy canopy is dust and stones
which with sweet water nightly I will dew
ōr wanting ytthat wthwith tears distilld by moanes.
The obsequies ytthat I for thee will keep
nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep (Boy whistles
the boy gives warning something doth approach
wtwhat cursed foot wanders this way to night
to cross my obsequies and true loves Right?
wtwhat with a torch? muffle me night awhile (steps aside

Enter Romeo and Peter.

Sp592R:

givemegive me ytthat mattock and yethe wrenching iron
hold take this letter, early in yethe morning
see thou deliver it to my LdLord and father
give me thy light; upon thy life I charge thee
wtwhat ere thou hoearst or seest stand all aloofe
and doe not interrupt me in my course.
why I descend into this bed of Death
is partly to behold my Ladies face
but chiefly to thence

from her dead finger
a precious ring; a ring ytthat I must use
in dear employment, therfore hence begone:
but if thou jealous doe return and prie
in wtwhat I further shall intend to doe
by heaven I will tear thee joynt from

joynt
and strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
The time and my intents are savage wild
more fierce and more inexorable farr
Then empty tygers or yethe roaring sea.

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Sp593RPe

I will begone SrSir and not trouble you

Sp594R:

so shalt thou shewe me friendship. take thou that
live and be prosperous, and farewell good fellow.

Sp595P:

for this same I’ll hide me here about
his lookes I fear and his intents I doubt. Exit.

Sp596R:

thou detestable maw thou womb of Death
gorg’d with the dearest morsell of yethe earth:
Thus I enforce thy rotten jawes to open.
and in despight I’ll cram thee with more food.

Sp597Par:

This is ytthat banishd haughty Mountague
ytthat murdered Juliets cozin; wthwith which grief
it is supposed the fair creature died
and here is come to doe some villainous shame
on

the dead bodies; I will apprehend him. ( steps forth

stop thy unhalowed toyle vile Mountague
can vengeance pbe pursued further then death?
condemned villain I doe apprehend thee
obey and goe with me for thou must dye.

Sp598R:

I must in deed and therfor came I hither:
good gentle youth tempt not a desperate man
flye hence and leave me thinck on them that’s gone

let them affright thee. I beseech thee youth
put not another sin upon my head
by urging me to fury. o be gone
by heaven I love thee better than my selfe
for I come hither armd against my selfe
stay not be gone live, and here after say
a madmans mercy bid thee run away.

Sp599P:

I doe defye thy commiseration
and apprehend thee for a fellon here.

Sp600R:

wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee boy. (Fight

Sp601Pet:

behind

.— o god

they fight I will goe call the watch.

Sp602P:

Oh I am slain! if thou be mercifull
open the tomb lay me with Juliet.

Sp603R:

in faith I will. – let me peruse this face.
mercutio’s kinsman, yethe noble young count

Paris!
wtwhat said my man when my betossed soule
did not attend him as we rode? I thinck
he told me Paris should have maried Juliet.
said he not so? or do I Dream it so?
or am I made

hearing him talk of Juliet
to thinck it was so? o give me thy hand
one writ with me in sower afflictions booke

I’ll bury thee in a triumphant grave

.
(he enters the vault

oh my love my wife
Death ytthat hath suckt the honey of thy breath
hath had no power yet upon thy beauty
Thou art not conquerd beauties ensighn gyet
is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheekes
and deaths pale flagg is not advanced there.
Tybalt lyest thou there in thy bloody sheet
o wtwhat more favour can I doe to thee
then with ytthat hand that cut thy youth in 2

to sunder his ytthat was thy enemie?
Forgive me cousen. ah Dear Juliet
why art thou yet so faire?
shall I beleeve

that unsubstantiall Death
is amorous? and ytthat yethe monster

keeps
thee here in darke to be his Paramour?
for fear of ytthat I will still

satay with thee
and never from this palace of dym night
depart againe. come lie thou in my armes

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here here will I remaine
wthwith wormes ytthat are thy chambermaids: o here
will I set up my everlasting rest
and shake yethe yoake o’th inauspicious

starrs
From this worlds wearied flesh: eyes looke yryour Last
armes take your last embrace; and lips o you
the doors of breath, seale with a righteous bkiss
a dateless bargain to ingrossing death.
(takes yethe Poison)

Come bitter conduct come unsavory guide
Thou desperate pilot now at once run on
the dashing rocks thy seasick weary Bark.
heres to my love. ( Drincks

o true apothecary
Thy Drugs are quick —— thus by my Love

I die. Dies

Enter Frier with a Lanthorne
crow and spade.

Sp604F:

StSaint Francis be my speed how oft tonight
have my old feet stumbled at graves? who’se there?

Sp605Pet:

here’s one ytthat knows

you well.

Sp606F:

bless be

upon you. tell me good my friend
wtwhat torch is yond ytthat vainly lends his light
to grubs and eyeless skuls? As I discern
It burneth in yethe Capells Monument.

Sp607P:

it doth so holy sir
and there’s my master one ytthat you love well

Sp608F:

who is’t

Sp609P:

Romeo.

Sp610F:

how long hath he been there?

Sp611P:

full halfe an hour

Sp612F:

goe wthwith me to the vauldt

Sp613P:

I dare not sir

Sp614F:

stay Then I’ll goe alone, fears come upon me

o much I fear some ill unlucky thing

— Goes on & calls)

Romeo
alas alas wtwhat blood is this ytthat stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
wtwhat means these masterless and goary swords
to lies discouloured in this place

of peace?
— Enters

Romeo oh pale: who else ? wtwhat Paris too?
and steept in blood? ah wtwhat an unkind hour
is guilty of this chance

?
The Lady stirs

Sp615J:

awakes

) oh comfortable frier wheres my LdLord ?
where is my Romeo

Sp616F:

I hear some noise, Lady come from ytthat nest
of Death contagion and unnaturall sleep.
a greater power then we can contradict
hath thawarted our designs

. come come away
Thy husband on

thy bosome there lies dead
and Paris too: come I’ll dispose of thee
among a sister hoodsisterhood of holy nunns.
stay not to question for yethe watch is coming
come Juliet for I dare

no longer stay. Exit.

Sp617J:

goe get thee hence for I will not away.
wtswhat’s here? a cup closd in my Romeos hand

?
poison I see hath been his timeless end.
o churle, drink all? and left no friendly drop
to help me after? I will kiss thy lips
haply some poison yet doth hang on them
to make me die with a restorative.
Thy lips are warme. ———
Enter Boy and watch

Sp618W:

Lead boy which way

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Sp619J:

yea noise
Then I’ll be brief. O happy dagger (takes Romeos dagger

tis in thy sheath. (stabs her selaf

There rust and let me dye (Dyes

Sp620B:

this is yethe place
There where the torch doth burn.

Sp621W:

the ground is bloody
search about the churchyard

Pittyfull sight here lyes yethe young Count

slaine
and Juliet bleeding, warm and newly dead
who here hath laid these two dayes buried.
goe tell the prince run to the capulets
raise up yethe mountagues, some others search
we see yethe ground whereon these woes doe lye
but yethe y true ground of all these piteous woes
we cannot without circumstance descry

.
Enter 2 watch. wthwith yethe frier

Sp6222 W:

here is a frier ytthat trembles, sighs and weeps
we took this mattock and this spade from him
as he was coming from yethe churchyard side

Sp6231 W:

a great suspition stay yethe frier too
Enter Prince

Sp624P:

wtwhat misadventure is so early up
ytthat calls our person from our mornings rest?
Enter Old Capulet and
his Lady.

Sp625C:

wtwhat should it be ytthat they so skriek

abroad

Sp626L:

oh the people in yethe street crie Romeo
some juliet and some Paris, and all run
with open outcry toward our Monument.

Sp627Pr:

wtwhat feare is this ytthat hath so startled you

Sp6281 W:

soveraigne here lyes yethe brave Earle

Paris slain
and Romeo dead, and Juliet dead before
warme and new kild

Sp629Pr:

search
seek and know how this so foule

murder comes

Sp6302 W:

here is a frier, and yethe Dead Romeos man

wthwith instruments upon ’em fit to open
These dead mens tombs.

Sp631C:

oh heaven!
o wife looke how our daughter bleeds!
this dagger is mistook for loe hisits

house
is emty on yethe back of Mountague,
and is misheathed in my daughters bosome.

Sp632La:

o me this sight of death is like a bell
ytthat warnes my old age to a sepulchre

Enter Mountague

Sp633Pr:

come mountague, for thou art early up
to see thy sonn and heire too early downe

Sp634M:

alas my liege my wife is dead to night
grief of her sons exile hath stopt her breath
wtwhat further woe conspires against my age

Sp635P:

looke and thou shalt see.

Sp636M:

o thou untaught, wtwhat manners is in this
to press before thy father to a grave?

Sp637P:

seale up the mouth of outrage for awhile
till we can clear these ambiguities
and know their spring their head, their true descent:

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and then I will

be generall of yryour woes
and lead you even to death; meane time forbear
and let mischance be slave to patience:
fBring forth yethe parties of suspition

Sp638F:

I am yethe greatest able to doe least
yet most suspected as yethe time and place
doth make against me, of this direfull murder :
and here I stand both to impeach and purge
my selfe condemned and my selfe accus’d

Sp639Pr:

then say at once wtwhat thou dost know in this?

Sp640F:

I will be brief for my short date of breath
is not so long as is a tediou

tale.
Romeo there dead was husband to ytthat Juliet
and shee there dead was Romeos faithfull wife
I married them and their stoln marriage day
was tybalts doomesday: whose untimely death
banishd the newmade bridegroome from the citty:
for whom and not for tybalt Juliet pin’d
you to remove ytthat siege of grief from her
bethrothd and would have maried her perforce
to the count

Paris. Then comes she to me
and with wild lookes bid me devise some means
to rid her from this second marriage
or in my cell there would she kill herself
Then gave I her (so tutored by my art)
a sleeping potion which so tooke effect
as I intended; for it wrought on her
The form of Death mean time I writ to Romeo
that he should hither come on this

dire night

And help

to take her from her buried

grave
being the time the potions force should cease.
But he who bore my letter frier John
was staid by accident and but yesternight
returnd my letter back. Then all alone
at yethe prefixed hour of her awaking
came I to take her from her kindreds vault
meaning to keep her closely at my cell
till I conveniniently

could send to Romeo.
But when I came (some minute ere yethe time
of her awaking) here untimely lay
the noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes and I entreated her to come out

and bear this work of heaven wthwith patience:
but then a noise did fright me from yethe tomb
and shee too desperate would not goe with me
But as it seems did violence on her selfe
All this I know and too their marriage

her nurse is privy.
If ought in this miscarried by my fault
Let my old life be justly sacrific’d

unto yethe rigor of severest Law.

Sp641P:

we still have known thee for a holy man
where’s romeos man wtwhat can he say to this?

Sp642M:

I brought my master news of juliets Death
and then in post he came from Mantua
to this same place to this same monument.
This letter, early he

bid me give his father
and threatned me wthwith death going in yethe vault
If I departed not and left him there.

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Sp643Pr:

give me yethe Letter I will Looke on it
where’s the counts page ytthat raisd yethe watch?
sirrah wtwhat made yryour master in this place?

Sp644P:

he came with flowers to strew his ladies grave
and bid me stand aside and so I did
anon comes one wthwith light to ope the tomb
and by and by my master drew on him
and then I ran away to call the watch.

Sp645Pr:

this letter doth make good the friers words
Their course of love his tidings of her Death
and here he writes ytthat he did buy a poison
of a poore pothecary and therewithall
cam to the vault to dye and Lye wthwith Juliet.
where be these enemies? Capulet Mountague
see wtwhat a scourge is laid upon your hate
ytthat heaven finds means to kill your joys with love
and I for wincking at yryour discords too
have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish’d

Sp646C:

o Brother MountaguedgiveMountague give me thy hand
This is my daughters joynture for no more
Can I demand.

Sp647M:

But I can give thee more
for I will Raise her statue in pure gold
that whilst verona by ytthat name is known
then shall no figure at that rate be set
as that of true and faithfull Juliet.

Sp648C:

as Rich shall Romeo by his Lady Lie
poor sacrifices of our enmity

Sp649P:

a gloomy

peace this morning with it brings

The sun for sorrow will not show his head;
Goe hence to have more talk of these sad things,
some shall be pardon’d and some punished.
oh never was a story of more woe
Then this of Juliet and her Romeo.
Exeunt omnes.

Finis 1694

Annotations

Drammatis Personæ

There is no Dramatis Personae in F2. This is the first known list of characters for this play.

young prince

The Douai editor makes an interesting choice in describing the Prince as young, which allows him to keep a line of the first scene that is usually emended, when Escalus says: You, Capulet, shall goe along with me, / And, Mountague come you this afternoone, / To know our Fathers pleasure in this case. Editors since Rowe have tended to follow the lesson of Q1 and Q2, and emendated Fathers as further or farther, but in Q3, F1, and F2 this word reads Fathers. Although this father figure is not mentioned again in the play, the choice to make the Prince a young man is a rich dramatic one, in view of his lack of authority over his subjects, not to mention the fact that the part might have been read or acted by a young actor (see Cottegnies, Shakespeare Anthologized).

Peter

There is some confusion surrounding the identity of Romeo’s servant in F2 as in Douai. In Sp566, Romeo’s Man is called Baltazar, but in the last scene of the play in F2 (as in F1), he is called Peter in the speech prefix of Sp595. The Douai editor calls Romeo’s servant Peter in this list of characters, but keeps the reference to Baltazar in the text, and in the speech prefixes from Sp566 to Sp571, without mentioning him here.

his brother

This character is silent in the Douai MS. He is only mentioned once by Capulet as Cosin Capulet in Sp148. F2 includes two relations of Capulet’s designated as 2. Capu. and 3. Capu.

Act I

The play has no title in the Douai MS. The scribe or editor follows F2 in omitting the Prologue and all the act numbers except the first one, but they do not retain the indication of the first scene. This is the only play in the Douai manuscript for which there is no consistent act numbering (they have been added here between brackets for the reader’s convenience).

By treating Gregory (F2) as the first speech prefix of the dialogue, rather than the first word of the speech as is common practice, the scribe or editor is faced with the problem of the next line again being attributed to Gregory. This is solved simply by inverting the speech prefixes in the next eight cues, attributing to Sampson what F2 attributes to Gregory, and vice versa.

Scribal error for Is.

fathers

The scribe or editor retains F2’s reading (also F1), often emendated as further (as in Q1, Q2 and Q4). For the implications of this choice, see annotation to the description of Escalus as a young prince in the Dramatis Personae.

saing

For saying.

live live

Accidental repetition.

1 Cap:

F2 distinguishes here between two relations of Capulet’s, 1. Capu. and 2. Capu., i.e. Old Capulet and his brother or cousin, but the Douai manuscript leaves out the exchange, which makes the distinction unnecessary. The figure 1 was crossed out in the manuscript.

To Jul.

This added stage direction helps make sense of the scene and predates Rowe’s own addition.

Act II

There are no act numbers after the first act in the Douai MS (as in F2). They have only been provided between brackets for the reader’s benefit. The Douai MS omits the Chorus which closes Act I and opens Act II, perhaps because it was considered as not dramatic enough.

chink

A correction (of F2 chinks) which predates Rowe and Pope.

thee at

These two words are overwritten over a long horizontal stroke, which makes it look like they are crossed out, but it is not the case.

(they whisper

A stage direction added by the scribe or editor, probably on a second reading, which tries to make sense of the passage, possibly to make up for the fact that the dialogue does not tell anything definite about Romeo’s plans, or rather that the information seems to be given in the wrong order. Although the first half of the dialogue ends with Romeo’s comment, Nurse, commend me to thy lady (Sp286), and the nurse later adds, this afternoon, sir? well she shall be there, nothing has yet been revealed about the appointment. By adding the stage direction, the editor makes the spectator or reader assume that Romeo and the Nurse have already exchanged vital information, thus making the scene dramatically more efficient.

Petruchio

This character, spotted by the Nurse and Juliet as they leave the Capulets’ ball, has only one line in F2, but this line has been excised from the Douai MS.

The Douai editor corrects a misattribution in F2, restoring half the cue to Juliet and moving the speech prefix Nurse one line down.

hear

Error for heart.

[Lark warbles

This stage direction, like the following one (warbles again), was added by a later reader whose hand has been identified as Hand 2 throughout the manuscript. It seems to be meant more for the reader than for a specific performance because it does not describe a stage business as such.

thinst

Error for thinkst.

at the Doore

The scribe or editor substitutes this stage direction for F2’s Enter Mother.

disclout

For dish-clout.

henes forth

Error for henceforth.

overe

For over.

et Nurse

These two words were visibly added on a second reading in a fainter ink by the scribe or editor; the addition shows an interesting interference of Latin or French, et being used here instead of and.

(Lyes down a penknife

This stage direction, added by the Douai editor or scribe, apparently on a second reading, anticipates Johnson’s addition Lays down a knife. The reference to the penknife is fascinating: as an object used for cutting pens (among other things), it would be found in all closets, and therefore would be particularly appropriate for a woman; and it is of course tempting to see it as a reference to an implement used for writing and present in all cubicles in colleges and monasteries.

Exeunt

This stage direction is followed in F2 by a scene with the musicians, which, because it is a digression, is often left out in performance. The scene itself has not been included in the collation.

Baltazar

The Douai scribe or editor follows F2 in giving Romeo’s man two different names. He is not named earlier, but he is called Peter in the graveyard scene in the denouement. See annotation in the list of characters.

raing

Error for raign.

Exit

The Douai MS does not make the Friar exit, although the stage directions tend on the whole to be more precise than in F2.

to thence

For To take thence. Accidental omission in the Douai MS.

(steps forth

Added stage Ddrection. The stage directions are very precise and abundant in this scene, in which there are few cuts.

made

Scribal error for mad.

(he enters the vault:

Another original stage direction added by the Douai editor.

shall I beleeve

The Douai editor edits the F2 text which erroneously reads: I will beleeve, / Shall I beleeve.

Drinks

An added stage direction which anticipates Theobald.

steps aside

An added stage direction which anticipates Capell’s Retires.

(Fight

Added stage direction, which anticipates Rowe’s [They Fight, Paris falls (after Q1, They fight).

Behind

An original stage direction.

(takes the Poison)

An original stage direction.

Dies

An original stage direction.

Pe:

The Douai editor edits F2 by consistently substituting Peter for Man in the speech prefixes of this scene, to align them with the previous stage direction, which indicated Peter’s entry. The text is also innovating in making the servant hover close by, or behind, as indicated in Sp601.

Goes on & calls

An original stage direction. Some of these added stage directions repeat the text and testify to a new usage, a desire to spell out the implicit stage directions.

Enters

An original stage direction.

arises

An original stage direction.

(takes Romeos dagger

An original stage direction. The Douai MS editor is the first one to specifically identify the dagger used by Juliet as Romeo’s, anticipating a modern usage.

conveniniently

Error for conveniently.

her serselfe

Error for herself.

tediou

Error for tedious.

warbles again]

This stage direction, added by a later hand (Hand 2), is positioned in the left-hand margin.

beseeh

Error for beseech.

gives him a viol]

This stage direction, by a later hand, is positioned in the left-hand margin, as well as the following one.

Collations

Adopted reading (This edition):

Act I

Authority title	Romeo and Juliet: Semi-Diplomatic Edition
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Romeo and Juliet: Semi-Diplomatic Edition

Annotations

Collations

Prosopography

Ada Souchu

Aurélien Sicart

Béatrice Rouchon

Côme Saignol

Janelle Jenstad

Line Cottegnies

Louise Fang

Mahayla Galliford

Mathilde Kujas

Navarra Houldin

Si Micari-Lawless

William Shakespeare

Bibliography

Orgography

Bibliothèque Marceline Desbordes Valmore (DOUA2)

Bibliothèque municipale de Douai (DOUA2)

LEMDO Team (LEMD1)

University of Victoria (UVIC1)

Witnesses

Notes on scribal hands

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