DAVE
Immoderatley
she weeps for Tybalts death.
Now, sir,
her father counts it dangerous that she doth give her sarrow so much sway,
and in
his wisdom hastes our marrige to stop the inundation of her tears.
Happily
met, my lady, and my wife.
JULIET
That may
be, sir, when I may be a wife.
PARIS
That "may
be," must be, love, on Thursday next.
JULIET
What must
be, shall be.
FATHER LAWRENCE
Well,
that's a certain text.
DAVE
Come you
to make confession?
JULIET
Are you
at leisure Holy Father, now?
Or shall
I come to you at evening mass?
FATHER LAWRENCE
My leisure
serves me, pensive daughter now.
We must
entreat the time alone.
DAVE
God shield
I Should desterb devotion.
Juliet,
on Thursday early will I rouse Ye,
Till then,
adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
JULIET
Tell me
not, Father, that thou hearest of this,
Unless
thou tell me how I may prevent it.
FATHER LAWRENCE
It strains
me past the compass of my wits.
JULIET
If in
thy wisdom thou canst give no help
Do thou
but call my resolution wise,
And with
this I'll help it presently!
FATHER LAWRENCE
Hold Daughter!
JULIET
Be not
so long to speak I long to die.
FATHER LAWRENCE
I do spy
a kind of hope,
Which
craves as desprate and execution as that is desprate which we would prevent.
If, rather
than to marry Paris,
Thou hast
the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then it
is likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death, to chide away this shame.
No warmth,
no breath shall testify thou livest .
Each part,
deprived of supple government, shall stiff and stark and cold appear, like
death.
Now when
the bridegroom in the morning comes to rouse thee from thy bed, there art
thou dead.
Thou shalt
be borne to that same aincient vault where all he kindred to the capulet
lie.
In the
meantime, against thou shalt awake, shall Romeo by my letters know our
drift, and hither shall he come.
And that
very night shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
Take thou
this vial, being then in bed, and this distilling liquor drink thou off.
I'll send
my letters to thy lord post haste to Mantua.
JULIET
What if
this mixture do not work at all?
Shall
I be married then tomarrow morning?
GLORIA
What,
daughter are you busy? Need you my help?
JULIET
No, madam.
We have culled such necessaries as our behoveful for our state tomarrow.
so please
you, let me now be left alone, and let the nurse this night sit up with
you.
for I
am sure you have your hands full in all this so sudden business.
GLORIA
Geth thee
to be and rest, for thou has need.
JULIET
Farewell.
God knows
when we shall meet again.
GLORIA
Goodnight.
JULIET
Romeo,
I drink to thee.
FATHER LAWRENCE
As the
custom is, in all her best array, bear her to church.
ROMEO
And all
this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful
thoughts.
I dreampt
my lady came and found me dead and breathed such life with kisses in my
lips that I revived and was an
emperor.
Ah me,
how sweet is love itself possesed when but love's shadow's are so rich
in joy.
News from
Verona.
How now,
Balthasar?!
Dost thou
not bring me letters from the Priest?
How doth
my lady?
Is my
Father well?
How doth
my lady Juliet? For nothing can be ill if she be well.
BALTHASAR
If she
is well then nothing can be ill.
Her body
rests in Capel's monument, and her immortal part with the angel's lives.
I saw
her laid low. Pardon me for bringing these ill news.
ROMEO
Then I
defy you, stars!
JULIET!
JULIET!
I will
hence tonight.
BALTHASAR
Have patience!
ROMEO
Leave
Me!
BALTHASAR
Your looks
are pale and wild and do import some misadventure.
ROMEO
Tush,
thou art decieved. Hast thou no letters to me from the priest?
(Balthsasr
shakes his head no.)
No matter.
Well,
Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
I will
hence tonight.
POLICE OFFICER
Romeo
is within Verona Wall's.
ROMEO
Let me
have a dram of poision, such soom speeding gear, as will disperce itself
through all the veins, that the life
weary
taker may fall dead
CRUSTY
Such mortal
drugs I have, but Verona's law is death to any that utters them.
ROMEO
The world
is not thy friend, nor the worlds law.
Then be
not poor, but break it, and take this.
CRUSTY
My poverty,
but not my will concents.
ROMEO
I pay
thy poverty, and not thy will.
CRUSTY
Drink
it off and, if you had the strength of twenty men it would dispatch you
straight.
ROMEO
Here is
my gold.
Worse
poision to men's souls, than these poor compounds that thou mayest not
sell.
FATHER LAWRENCE
The letter
was of dear import.
CLERK
I could
not send it nor get a messenger to bring it thee.
FATHER LAWRENCE
The neglecting
it may do much damage.
ROMEO
Live and
be prosperous; and farewell good fellow.
BALTHASAR
Then I'll
leave thee.
ROMEO
Tempt
not a desperate man!
CAPTIAN PRINCE
Hold!
Hold!
ROMEO
O my love,
my wife,
Death
that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath no power yet upon thy beauty,
thou art not conqured.
Beauty's
ensign yet is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, and death's pale flag
is not advanced there.
Ah, dear
Juliet, why art thou yet so fair?
Shall
I believe that unsubstanitial death is amorous and keeps thee here in the
dark to be his paramour?
For fear
of that I still will stay thee.
Here,
oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inaspicious
stars from this world-wearied
flesh.
Eyes look
your last,
arms take
your last embrace,
and lips,
O you the doors to breath, seal with a rightous kiss.
A dateless
bargain,
to engrossing
death.
JULIET
Romeo.
What's
here?
Poision.
Drunk
all, and left no friendly drop to help me after.
I will
kiss thy lips. Happily some poision yet doth hang on them.
Thy lips
are warm.
ROMEO
Thus.....
with a
kiss......
I die.
CAPTIAN PRINCE
See what
a scourage is laid upon your hate,
that heaven
finds means to kill your joys with love.
And I,
for winking at your discords too, have lost a brace of kinsman.
All are
Punished.
ALL ARE
PUNISHED!
ANCHOR WOMAN
A glooming
peace this morning with it brings,
the sun,
for sorrow will not show his head.
Go hence,
to have more talk of these sad things.
Some shall
be pardoned and some punished.
For never
was a story of more woe, than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
