"(SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS)" "ÿÿÿ(HORSE WHINNYING)" "(CROWD CHEERING)" "ÿÿÿNARRATOR:" "Two households, both alike in dignity, in Fair Verona, where we lay our scene, ÿfrom ancient grudge ÿbreak to new mutiny, ÿÿwhere civil blood ÿÿmakes civil hands unclean." "And so the prince has called a tournament to keep the battle from the city streets." "ÿÿNow rival Capulets ÿÿand Montagues, they try their strength to gain the royal ring." "ÿÿ(WHINNYING)" "ÿRide, cousin!" "ÿÿ(CHUCKLES)" "(CROWD CHEERING)" "ÿÿ(CHEERING CONTINUES)" "ÿÿÿ(WHINNIES)" "(SNORTS)" "(SPITS)" "ÿÿÿWe here declare Mercutio, ÿÿfrom the house of Montague, ÿour champion." "ÿÿAnd so I bid you all ÿÿenjoy the day." "ÿÿ(CHEERING CONTINUES)" "NURSE:" "Juliet?" "Juliet, please." "ÿÿMy lady and my lord ÿÿwill soon be home with news of the tournament." "ÿÿThen hurry, nurse." "ÿÿWhy do you dally so?" "Oh, I should so hurry till my heart gives out." "ÿÿYour heart is made ÿÿof sterner stuff than that." "Your heart is made of sterner stuff... ÿÿÿ(JULIET CHUCKLES) ...that you should laugh to see me so wore out." "ÿÿI keep you fast to make you ÿÿyoung and strong." "ÿÿSERVANT:" "Here, ÿÿwhat about this one?" "ÿÿÿ- (GRUNTS) ÿÿÿ- (GLASS SHATTERS)" "Do you not choke to see Lord Tybalt bested by a Montague dog?" "ÿLeave it." "The quarrel ÿis between our masters." "The quarrel is between our masters and us, their men." "ÿ(SPITS)" "Stop!" "ÿÿÿ(GRUNTING) ÿStop!" "Put down your sword!" "You know not what you do." "Hold up there." "Turn now, Benvolio, and look upon thy death." "Tybalt, I do but keep the peace." "Put up your sword or manage it to part these men with me." "What?" "Do you draw your sword and talk of peace?" "ÿI hate the word ÿas I hate hell, ÿall Montagues and thee." "MONTAGUE:" "Back, Tybalt!" "You argue with a child." "Turn now and fight your equal if you dare." "ÿÿÿ(GRUNTING)" "ÿÿÿOld Montague doth flourish ÿÿÿhis blade in spite of me!" "ÿÿÿ" " No!" "ÿÿÿ" " Enough!" "SERVANT:" "The prince!" "The prince!" "Rebellious subjects!" "Stop this!" "ÿÿEnemies to peace would stain ÿÿthe pleasure of a tournament ÿÿÿwith bitter blood?" "Throw your ill-tempered weapons to the ground and hear the sentence of your angry prince." "ÿThree civil brawls, ÿbred of a foolish word by thee, ÿLord Capulet or Montague, have thrice destroyed the calm of our streets." "ÿÿIf ever you disturb ÿÿour town again, ÿyour lives will pay the price ÿfor the offense." "ÿYou, Capulet, ÿyou go along with me." "And, Montague, come you this afternoon." "ÿÿÿAnd now, on pain of death, ÿÿÿall fighting men depart." "(SNORTS, WHINNIES)" "ÿÿ" " Good afternoon, my cousin." "ÿÿ" " Is it so?" "ÿI thought it should be night." "ÿÿNot much past 4:00." "When I am sad, the hours seem long." "ÿ(HAMMERING)" "What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?" "I lack the thing which, if I had it, would make them short." "I see." "You're in love." "ÿÿÿ" " How was the tournament?" "ÿÿÿ" " It served its turn to launch another clash with Capulets." "ÿÿSo you must fence with hate, ÿÿand I with love." "Love is a harsh tyrant where he rules." "(SIGHS) Love is a smoke, ÿÿraised on the fume of sighs, ÿa madness drenched in syrup ÿand choked with rage." "May I not know who it is you love?" "I love a woman." "ÿÿ" " That much I found unaided." "ÿÿ" " Who loves me not." "Sweet cousin, say not so, but may I have a name?" "ÿÿÿRosaline." "Rosaline?" "ÿÿ" " The niece of Lord Capulet?" "ÿÿ" " The same." "Be ruled by me and forget to think of her." "Oh, teach me how I should forget to think." "ÿLove will not ÿcall on you but once, nor stay forever when he comes." "ÿÿÿRelease your eyes." "ÿÿÿBe glad she does not care." "ÿÿÿ" " Examine other beauties." "ÿÿÿ" " To what purpose?" "ÿCousin, I pray ÿyou change your mind." "My child is still a stranger to this world." "Let two more summers wither in their pride before we judge her right to be a wife." "ÿÿYounger than she ÿÿare happy mothers now." "Juliet is my only living child." "She's the hopeful lady of my earth... ÿ...but woo her, gentle Paris." "Win her heart." "Now, Peter, sir, come hither, pray." "ÿÿÿTake this list of the last and final names, ÿÿsearch them through Verona, ÿÿbid them come to feast and welcome at my house this night." "ÿÿGo." "ÿ- (PEOPLE CHATTERING) ÿ- (DOGS BARKING)" "ÿPETER:" "Find out those men ÿwhose names are written here." "I must first find out what names he here has writ." "ÿPray you, sir." "ÿCan you read?" "ÿÿAye." "If I know the letters ÿÿand the language." "ÿStay, fellow." "ÿI can read." "ÿ"Signor Martino ÿand his wife and daughters, ÿÿÿCount Anselme and his ÿÿÿbeauteous sisters, ÿthe lady widow of Vitravio," "Signor Placentio and his lovely wife, my nephew, Count Tybalt, ÿÿand Lucio and lively Helena, ÿmy fairness, Rosaline." ÿWhat assembly is this?" "A masked gathering tonight at our house." " Who's house?" " My master, the great Lord Capulet." "If you not be of the House of Montague, you're right welcome for your help." "I bid you thanks." "So Rosaline sups with Capulet this night." "Do but compare her face with some I know, and I will make you think your swan a crow." "As if there could be fairer than my love." "I'll go tonight, ÿbut only to rejoice and worship ÿat the glory of my choice." "Hmm." "Now, stay here." "ÿHeavens, child." " What are you thinking?" " Go, go, go on." "ÿÿMake haste." "The guests ÿÿwill be long gone ÿÿÿere you are ready ÿÿÿto receive them." "ÿ(SIGHS)" "What is it, Mother?" "ÿÿÿJuliet... ÿÿÿ- ...you're a woman now." "ÿÿÿ- (CHUCKLES) Not a woman." "ÿÿÿWell, ÿÿÿshe's nearly a woman." "ÿÿNearly, but not yet." "ÿÿNurse, I know ÿÿmy daughter's age." "I think of her birth as if 'twere yesterday." "I remember, too, ÿÿÿone day when she did fall ÿÿÿand cut her brow, ÿÿÿmy husband, rest his soul, ÿÿÿpicked up the child." ""Why do you fall on your face?" says he," ""You will fall backward when you have more wit."" "ÿAnd looking up at him, ÿthe child said, "Yes."" "ÿEnough of this." "I pray you, ÿhold your peace." "Yet, madam, I must laugh to think a child ÿÿcould stop crying like that ÿÿand then say "yes" to Jack." "Nurse, I pray you, stop." "I beg." "ÿÿPeace, I have done." "ÿÿBut I must say, ÿÿyou were the prettiest babe ÿI ever nursed till now." "ÿIf I could live to see you wed, ÿI'll have my wish." "ÿÿAnd that is the very theme ÿÿthat I came to talk about." "ÿÿTell me, daughter, ÿÿwhat do you think of marriage?" " I never think of it." " Well, think of it now." "Younger than you are mothers." "ÿI was your mother, too, ÿwhen I was your age." "I know it." "ÿÿCount Paris wants you ÿÿfor his wife and love." "ÿÿCount Paris?" "ÿSo, daughter... ÿÿÿ- ...can you love the man?" "ÿÿÿ" " I hardly know him." "ÿÿThen learn to know him ÿÿat the feast tonight." "ÿÿSeek how you feel." "ÿStudy his eyes ÿand read the message there." "ÿÿSee if you can be happy with him." "I'll look and try to like him, if that is my parents' wish." "ROMEO:" "Should we attempt to talk our way inside or sweep past in a crowd without a word?" "ÿÿSay nothing, ÿÿlest you say too much." "ÿWe will not challenge them ÿfor fear they challenge us." "We'll enter, take the lady's measure, ÿÿand having taken it, ÿÿdepart." "MERCUTIO:" "Nay, gentle Romeo, we must see you dance." "ROMEO:" "Not I, Mercutio." "You have the dancing shoes and dancing feet to fill them." "My soul is made of lead." "ÿÿIt sticks me to the ground, ÿÿI cannot move." "You are a lover." "Borrow Cupid's wings and fly." "ÿÿ(MAN ANNOUNCING ÿÿTHE ARRIVAL OF GUESTS)" "ÿÿROMEO:" "But should we enter?" "I start to fear some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin this fearful date." "Maybe we should consider what we do." "ÿÿÿI dreamed a dream last night." "(CHUCKLES) And so did I." "ÿÿÿWell, what was yours?" "That dreamers often lie." "In bed asleep, where they do dream things true." "Ha!" "Then I see Queen Mab has been with you." "She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomies, athwart men's noses as they lie asleep." "Her chariot is an empty hazelnut, and in this state, she gallops night by night through lovers brains, and then they dream of love, o'er courtiers knees that dream on curtsies straight, o'er lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees," "o'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream." "ÿÿÿPeace, peace, ÿÿÿMercutio, enough." "You talk of nothing." "True, I talk of dreams, which are the children of an idle brain begot of nothing but vain fantasy, which is as thin of substance as the air and more inconstant than the wind." "Much more of this, and we shall be too late." "ÿCome, let us brave our ÿfears and steer our course." "ÿÿWhatever it may prove." "On, lusty gentlemen." " (LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)" "Welcome, gentlemen." "Ladies that have their toes unplagued with corns will walk about with you." "ÿÿÿ(LAUGHTER)" "I welcome you all." "Come, musicians play." "ÿ(DANCING MUSIC BEGINS)" "CAPULET:" "A hall, a hall." "Make room." "ÿMethinks we have ÿthe pick of what's on show." "ÿÿThey all look hungrier ÿÿthan a starving dog." "ÿÿ- (BARKS) ÿÿ- (CHUCKLES)" "ÿPARIS:" "My lady Juliet." "Count Paris." "Can I beseech that you will pity me enough to dance ÿÿand warm my evening ÿÿwith a heavenly smile?" "ÿÿÿKeep your unmannered hand ÿÿÿfor lesser prey... ÿÿÿ...and leave the fair one ÿÿÿto her own device." "Is that not Rosaline?" "ÿAye, it is she." "Should you not start to make your case?" "ÿÿMy case?" "When you ÿÿcarried me hither, ÿthat I might see ÿI have no case to make?" "Go, you speak with her." "The Montagues in Capulet's domain?" "Messer Benvolio, have you all run mad?" "ÿHe that I stand for has run mad ÿfor love of your green eyes." "Since Romeo is here, why is he in need of deputies?" "ÿOf course, he means ÿto plead his cause himself." "(SCOFFS) Indeed." "From where we stand, he looks well occupied." "ÿÿ(VOCALIZING)" "ÿÿÿThe lady Rosaline ÿÿÿis well disposed but trembles for your safety." "ROMEO:" "What lady is that who doth enrich ÿÿÿthe hand of yonder knight?" "ÿÿI do not know." "ÿBut Rosaline..." "Oh, she does teach the torches to burn bright." "It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night ÿÿlike a fine jewel ÿÿin an Ethiope's ear." "Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear." "So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows, ÿas yonder lady o'er ÿher fellow shows." "But what of your old love, Rosaline?" "ÿDid my heart love till now?" "ÿForswear the sight." "ÿI never saw true beauty ÿtill this night." "ÿÿÿ" " Sirrah, I must protest." "ÿÿÿ" " I have a prior claim." "ÿÿWOMAN:" "Count Paris, ÿÿcome dance with me." "ÿWhat claim is that?" "The claim of love that ever must be heard." "Then shall I take advantage of this turn, ÿÿtry my chances ÿÿwith fair Rosaline?" "(LAUGHS)" "Now, by the shield and honor of my blood, to strike him dead, I hold it not a sin." "ÿÿÿWhy, how now, Tybalt, ÿÿÿwhy storm you so?" "Uncle, the man Juliet is with is a Montague." "ÿ" " Young Romeo, is it?" "ÿ- (APPLAUSE)" "It's him, that villain Romeo." "ÿContent thee, ÿgentle coz." "ÿLet him alone." "ÿYou heard the prince's ÿwarning at the joust." "ÿTo harm a Montague ÿunder this roof means riot, ÿand in its bloody wake, ÿour deaths." "ÿÿI would not for ÿÿthe wealth of all the town ÿÿlet any harm beset him ÿÿin my house." "I'll not endure it." "ÿYou will endure it, ÿfor I say you will." "Am I master here or you?" "You'll make a mutiny among the guests." "ÿÿÿYou will set cock-a-hoop, ÿÿÿyou'll be the man!" "ÿ" " Uncle, 'tis a shame!" "ÿ" " Go to, go to." "ÿÿYou shall contrary me." "ÿÿYou are a princox, go." "Good my lord husband, why are you so hot?" "He may be hot, but I am hotter still to see a Montague at leisure here." "ÿMASTER OF CEREMONIES:" "ÿThe Morisca!" "Morisca?" "Why, what a perfect dance for our amusement." "To find the dance that's fit for Romeo, we first need to put a rope around his neck." "Nay, cousin, come, tread a length with me, ÿÿand I shall coax you ÿÿinto company." "Lead her, gentle nephew, in a country dance that we may see your anger is forsworn." "(SCOFFS)" "If you so order, Uncle, but be warned, this foul invasion, that you think so sweet, shall turn to bitter gall before the end." "(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)" "(PANTING SOFTLY)" "Speak, sir." "You are too grave for one who cuts a country dance." "ÿÿÿIf I profane with ÿÿÿmy own worthiest hand ÿthis holy shrine... ÿÿ...my lips, ÿÿtwo blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." "(SIGHS)" "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much." "Which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch, palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." "ÿÿHave saints not lips, ÿÿand holy palmers, too?" "Aye, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." "ÿÿOh, then, dear saint, ÿÿlet lips do what hands do." "ÿÿThey pray, ÿÿgrant thou, lest faith ÿÿturn to despair." "Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." "Then move not while my prayers' effect I take." "ÿThus from my lips, ÿby yours, my sin is purged." "Then have my lips the sin that they have took." "ÿÿÿSin from my lips?" "ÿOh, trespass sweetly urged." "ÿÿÿGive me my sin again." "You kiss by the book." "Madam... your mother craves a word with you." "ÿÿÿWho is her mother?" "Her mother is the lady of the house." "ÿÿ" " You mean she's a Capulet?" "ÿÿ" " She is." "ÿAnd I tell you, ÿhe that can lay hold of Juliet ÿshall have the chinks." "Oh, my dear God." "ÿÿÿMy life is my foe's debt." "(GRUNTS)" "ÿKnow you the man ÿmy cousin has made welcome?" "Nay, but he would seem a goodly youth." "ÿÿGoodly and deadly." "He is Romeo," " hope of the House of Montague." " (GASPS)" "ÿCome hither, Nurse." "ÿWho is that gentleman ÿgoing through the door?" "His name is Romeo and a Montague." "The only son of your great enemy." "ÿMy only love sprung ÿfrom my only hate." "ÿÿÿTo early seen unknown ÿÿÿand known too late." "What's this?" "What's this?" "ÿÿÿIt's nothing." "ÿÿ(INDISTINCT CHATTER)" "ÿÿÿA somber face ÿÿÿto wear after a ball." "If I am young, must I always be glad?" "ÿNo blaggard then, has ÿcracked your peace of mind?" "ÿ" " What blaggard would this be?" "ÿ" " None I would name nor let their name be spoken in this house." "Cousin, I love thee." "Tybalt, I know it." "ÿÿÿYour honor is as dear ÿÿÿto me as life." "(SIGHS)" "And with that warming thought, I'll take my leave." "ÿÿ- (OWL HOOTING) ÿÿ- (DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)" "MERCUTIO:" "Romeo?" "BENVOLIO:" "Romeo!" "Can I go home when all my heart is here?" "BENVOLIO:" "Cousin Romeo?" "MERCUTIO:" "Romeo?" "ÿÿÿShould I go home ÿÿÿwhen all my heart is here?" "ÿÿ" " BENVOLIO:" "Romeo!" "ÿÿ- (MERCUTIO LAUGHS)" "MERCUTIO:" "Romeo?" "ÿÿÿRomeo?" "ÿÿÿCousin Romeo?" "He is wise, and on my life, has stolen home to bed." "He ran this way." "ÿÿÿ(SIGHS) I know ÿÿÿhe's jumped the wall." "ÿLet's call him, ÿgood Mercutio." "ÿRomeo?" "Suitor!" "Madman!" "He jests at scars that never felt a wound." "ÿÿBut soft, what light through ÿÿyonder window breaks?" "ÿÿIt is the east, ÿÿand Juliet is the sun." "ÿÿÿArise, fair sun ÿÿÿand kill the envious moon ÿÿwho's already sick ÿÿand pale with grief ÿÿthat thou, her maid, ÿÿare far more fair than she." "ÿ(BIRD SINGING)" "ÿWait... ÿÿÿ...it is my lady." "ÿÿOh, it is my love." "ÿÿOh, that she knew she were." "ÿÿThe brightness of her cheek ÿÿwould shame the stars as daylight doth a lamp." "ÿÿHer eyes set in heaven ÿÿwould give forth such light that birds would sing and think it were not night." "ÿSee how she leans her ÿcheek upon her hand." "ÿOh, that I were a glove ÿupon that hand ÿÿthat I might touch ÿÿthat cheek." "Ah, me." "ÿÿShe speaks." "Oh, speak again, bright angel." "ÿÿÿOh, Romeo, Romeo, ÿÿwhere for art thou, ÿÿRomeo?" "ÿÿDeny thy father ÿÿand refuse thy name, ÿor if thou wilt not, ÿbut be sworn my love, ÿand I'll no longer be ÿa Capulet." "ÿÿÿShall I hear more ÿÿÿor shall I speak at this?" "'Tis but thy name that is my enemy." "You'd be yourself if you were not called Montague." "ÿÿÿWhat's in a name?" "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." "So Romeo would." "ÿÿÿRomeo, cast off thy name, ÿÿÿand for that name, which is no part of you, take all of me." "ÿÿÿ" " I take you at your word." "ÿÿÿ- (GASPS) ÿCall me your love, and I'll be ÿnew baptized henceforth." " I never will be Romeo." " What man are you that hides within the shadows of the night to spy on me?" "ÿÿI know not how to ÿÿtell you who I am." "My name, dear saint, ÿÿis hateful to myself ÿÿbecause it is an enemy to you." "ÿI have not heard you ÿspeak a hundred words, yet I do know the sound of that sweet voice." "ÿÿÿAre you not Romeo ÿÿÿand a Montague?" "ÿNeither, dear love, ÿif either you dislike." "ÿÿÿWhy have you come?" "This place is death if any of my kinsmen find you here." "ÿWith love's light wings ÿdid I o'er perch these walls... ÿÿÿ...for stony limits ÿÿÿcannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt." "ÿÿÿTherefore thy kinsmen ÿÿÿare no stop to me." "ÿÿTo see you look severe more frightens me than 20 of their swords." "(SIGHS)" "Look you but sweet, and I am proof against their enmity." "I would not for the world they saw you here." "ÿBut I would not have missed ÿthe words you spoke." "(SIGHS)" "I blush to think what you have heard tonight." "If I should ask you now for vows of love," "I know you would say aye but if you swear, you may prove false." "They say that Jove does laugh at lovers' perjuries." "And will you now call me too fast?" "When had you not heard me, I should be slow as ice." "Romeo, trust me, and I will prove more true than those who play the game with far more cunning wit." "Lady, by yonder moon I swear that tips with silver all the fruit tree tops." "Oh, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that your love prove likewise variable." "ÿÿWhat shall I swear by?" "Do not swear at all, and listen hard." "Are we too rash, too unadvised, too quick?" "No, for this bud of love in summer's breath ÿÿÿwill prove a beauteous flower ÿÿÿwhen next we meet." " I promise." " NURSE:" "Juliet?" "Go and good night, and let sweet rest come to your heart and mine within my breast." "But will you leave me so unsatisfied?" "What satisfaction would you have tonight?" "ÿÿThe exchange of your love's ÿÿfaithful vow for mine." "I gave you mine before you did request it." "NURSE:" "My lady?" "ÿÿ" " Madam?" "ÿÿ" " Anon, good nurse." "Sweet Montague, be true." "Stay here a while, and I will come again." "I'm afraid all this is but a dream." "Too flattering sweet to be substantial." "Think if your love be pure, your purpose marriage?" "ÿIt is, my lady." "Then I will send to you to learn my fate, where and what time we will perform the rite, and all my fortunes at your feet I lay and follow you, my lord, throughout the world." "ÿNURSE:" "Juliet!" "My lady?" "A thousand times, good night." "ÿA thousand times the worse, ÿto miss your light." "ÿÿÿ" " Romeo." "ÿÿÿ" " My love." "(SIGHS)" "What time tomorrow shall I send to you?" "ÿÿÿ" " At 9:00." "ÿÿÿ" " I will not fail." "'Tis 20 years till then." "I have forgotten why I called you back." "ÿÿÿLet me stand here ÿÿÿtill you remember it." "I should forget to have thee still stand there, remembering how I love thy company." "ÿÿAnd I'll still stay ÿÿto have thee still forget, forgetting any other home but this." "(SIGHS)" "Good night, good night." "Parting is such sweet sorrow." "Let us just say good night till it be morrow." "Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast." "Oh!" "Lady, come in." "You will catch a chill." "ÿÿÿWould I were sleep and peace, ÿÿÿso sweet to rest." "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "The earth is nature's mother and her tomb." "ÿÿÿWithin the petal trim ÿÿÿof this small flower, poison has residence and medicine power." "ÿBoiled and mixed, the smell ÿwill bring us health." "ÿ" " And swallowed?" "ÿ" " The result is instant death." "(CLEARS THROAT)" "Good morning, Father." "ÿRomeo!" "ÿUp and about in early morn." "I do not look to see the young at dawn." "Care keeps the old awake and wakes them soon, ÿÿÿbut young men sleep ÿÿÿa golden sleep till noon." "ÿÿÿOr if they don't, ÿÿÿand here I'll guess it right, ÿour Romeo hath not been ÿin bed tonight." "That last is true, but a sweet rest was mine." "ÿGod pardon sin." "ÿWere you with Rosaline?" "(LAUGHS) ÿAh, I pray you were not ÿplaying Satan's game." "Who is Rosaline?" "I have forgot the name." "ÿÿÿThat's good, my son." "ÿÿÿWhere then have you been?" "I'll tell you, 'ere you ask it me again." "Oh, Father, know my heart's desire is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet." "As mine on hers, so hers is set as well." "And how we met and woo'd, and how I fell I'll say as we walk back." "But this I pray:" "you consent to marry us today." "ÿ(GASPS) ÿÿÿHoly St. Francis!" "ÿÿWhat a change is here." "ÿÿWhy is she cast off, ÿÿthat you did love so dear?" "Jesu Maria!" "What a deal of brine ÿÿhas washed your sallow ÿÿcheeks for Rosaline!" "You scolded me for loving Rosaline." "I scolded you for moping like a child." "ÿÿÿI'd not believe ÿÿÿyou'd tasted true love's joy." "Then scold no more, for God has taught me now to know true love, and Juliet has her face." "Speak you so, though she be a Capulet?" "What care I for the quarrels of the past?" "Or rivalries now buried in the tomb?" "ÿWell, well." "ÿIf this could carry ÿall before... ÿÿÿ..." "I think I see a chance ÿÿÿto end the city's strife." "If, as I pray, your marriage should prove sweet, ÿÿyou'll turn your families' ÿÿrancor to pure love." "ÿÿÿCome... you waverer, ÿÿÿand go along with me." "ÿI'll grant your wish... ÿÿ...and be your wedding priest." "ÿÿMERCUTIO:" "Where then ÿÿis our Romeo?" "ÿÿDid he come home last night?" "Not to this house." "I've spoken with his man." "Mercutio, there's news." "Tybalt has sent a letter here, addressed to him." "ÿA challenge on my life." "Which Romeo will meet." "ÿÿAlas, poor Romeo, ÿÿhe's already dead." "Why?" "Who and what is Tybalt, that he should be so sure of victory?" "ÿMore than a prince of cats, ÿI tell you now." "ÿÿHe fights like a music player, ÿÿall precision, ÿÿand keeps his time ÿÿand distance perfect play." "ÿWith one and two and three, ÿand in your chest." "He's a gentleman and duelist, ÿÿand none who fight him ÿÿlive to tell the tale." "ÿÿAh, gentlemen." "I hope you've ÿÿhelped to cover my tracks." "ÿWhere did you vanish to ÿlast night?" "ÿÿÿYou gave us both the slip ÿÿÿmost prettily." "Pardon, Mercutio, I was much taken up." "At such a time a man may lose his grace." "ÿÿÿAnd more besides." "Nay, we forgive you, for you are Romeo again." "ÿÿÿIs this not better now ÿÿÿthan groaning still for love?" "ÿNow you are sociable." "Great love will make us only into fools." "Stop there." "Romeo, there's a letter come for you." "I fear it is a challenge from Count Tybalt, ÿÿwhich will not brook ÿÿdelay in your reply." "ÿ" " You could soothe his rage..." "ÿ" " Excuse me, both, I prithee." "Cousin?" "Where are you going?" "Romeo!" "This heavy matter cannot be ignored!" "ÿÿGood sir, ÿÿI desire some talk with you." "ÿÿÿWhat tired ÿÿÿold bawd is this?" "ÿÿAnd who is he that wears ÿÿthe hated coat of Capulet?" "ÿGo to." "I would walk ÿa while with her." "Will we see you at your father's dinner?" "ÿÿÿOf course." "I'll be there." "ÿÿÿ(MERCUTIO GROWLS)" "(LAUGHS)" "NURSE:" "Why was the man so rude?" "ÿÿÿThat liked to use ÿÿÿhis tongue to flay ÿÿÿand wound ÿÿÿa poor old woman?" "He is much enamored by the sound of his own voice." "ÿAnd you stand by ÿand suffer such a knave to use me at his pleasure?" "If I knew any man to use you for his pleasure, my weapon will be quickly out, I swear." "Now, before God, I'm so vexed every part about me quivers." "So, to the business." "ÿÿÿ" " My young lady, Juliet..." "ÿÿÿ" " What of her?" "She bade me seek you out and say..." "First, if you should do double with her, you will have me to answer to." "ÿ" " Nurse, I do protest." "ÿ" " I'll tell her." "Just listen." "ÿÿÿShe must gain ÿÿÿher mother's word ÿÿto make confession ÿÿlater on today." "ÿÿLet her but come ÿÿto Father Laurence's cell." "ÿÿThere she will be absolved ÿÿand married, too." "This afternoon, a bride?" "Farewell, be trusty and commend me to your mistress." "I..." "There's one thing more." "ÿWhat is it?" "There is a nobleman in town, one Paris, who plans to marry and lie with her." " And does she like him?" " Never!" "She would as soon have lain with a stinking toad." "Her thoughts are all with you, as I have taunted her." "ÿ" " But you should know of him." "ÿ" " And so I do." " And now commend me to my lady." " I will." "ÿÿÿA thousand times." "Why, my darling Nurse, what news?" " Tell me you found him." " NURSE:" "Oh... ÿÿÿOh!" "Oh..." "Good, sweet Nurse... ÿÿ- (WEARY SIGH) ÿÿ" " Oh, Lord, you look so sad." "Whatever news your bring, cast off your gloom, and if your tale be glad, then do not punish me by wearing such a mask of tragedy." "ÿI'm so weary, ÿlet me rest awhile." "ÿOh, my bones ache ÿafter the day I've had." "I would exchange my bones for all your news." "Please speak, I pray you." "Dear sweet Nurse, do tell." "What's the rush?" "A minute's patience, please!" "ÿÿCan you not see ÿÿI'm out of breath?" "Are you out of breath when you have breath to say to me that you are out of breath?" "Is your news good or bad?" "Just answer that." "Say either and I'll wait to hear the rest." "Let me just know if it is good or bad." "(SIGHS) Well... ÿ..." "I must say ÿÿyou have good taste in men." "That Romeo's face is handsome as the dawn." "His body figure, leg, foot excel against the finest." "His manners might improve, but there is time." "Now... have you dined already?" "Not yet." "But Nurse, I knew all this before." "What says he of our marriage?" "What of that?" "Lord, how my head aches." "Oh, what a head I have." "ÿÿÿIt throbs as it would ÿÿÿbreak in 20 bits." "ÿÿAnd my back, ÿÿmy back is killing me!" "ÿIt's all your fault ÿfor sending me to town." "In future, take your messages yourself." "In mercy, pity me!" "What says my Romeo?" "ÿÿÿCan you have leave today, ÿÿÿto make confession?" "I could." "Then, go you from here to Father Laurence's cell... ÿ...you'll find a husband... ÿÿÿ...keen to make you wife." "(KISSES) ÿÿÿ" " But not until ÿÿÿyou've had a bath." "ÿÿÿ- (BOTH LAUGH)" "I pray the heavens smile upon this act, and do not punish us with later sorrow." "ÿAmen." "ÿÿÿBut come what sorrow can, ÿÿÿit cannot countervail ÿÿÿthe exchange of joy ÿÿthat one short minute ÿÿgives me in her sight." "ÿDo thou but close our hands ÿwith holy words then love, devouring death, do what he dare, ÿÿÿit is enough ÿÿÿthat I can call her mine." "These violent passions can have violent ends." "And blaze up like gunpowder, in their fiery glory, consuming themselves and others." "The sweetest honey sickens when over-ate, defeating its own delight." "Therefore, be moderate." "Long-lasting love must be." "Love too fast can prove falser than love too slow." "Good evening to my dearest confessor." "ÿÿÿRomeo gives thanks ÿÿÿto see you here." "ÿÿÿI owe those thanks to him ÿÿÿwith all my heart." "Oh, Juliet, if your heart, like mine, is full and you have greater skill than I to speak, then tell the joy that waits us both this night." "ÿÿI cannot tell of ÿÿwhat is limitless." "ÿÿThey are but beggars ÿÿwho can count their worth." "ÿÿEnough of love talk." "ÿÿCome along with me." "ÿÿFor we will make short work ÿÿof binding oaths, and holy church shall join two into one." "FRIAR LAURENCE:" "Romeo... ÿ(SPEAKS LATIN)" "ÿÿ(RESPONDS IN LATIN) ÿÿÿJuliet... ÿ(SPEAKS LATIN)" "ÿÿ(RESPONDS IN LATIN)" "ÿÿ(CONTINUES IN LATIN)" "(SNIFFLING) ÿÿÿAmen." " Amen." " Amen." "(HORSE NEIGHS)" "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "(GRUNTS) ÿNURSE:" "Juliet." "My lady Juliet." "Scarcely were you both gone and on your way, a messenger from Lord Capulet arrived." "Your cousin Tybalt has set forth in such a rage." "There's trouble in the offing." "Your father bids you hurry back." "I will." "ÿNurse, you go with her." "ÿSee her safely home." "ÿÿÿTill tonight." "Which is a year away." "Only a year?" "ÿÿÿ(CHUCKLES) You do not ÿÿÿlove me, then?" "ÿI pray you, good Mercutio, ÿlet's go." "The Capulets are out." "You are like the man who snatches off his sword, on a tavern's table, lays it down forthwith and vows to have no need of it." "Till, with the second beer, he takes it up and runs his host right through." "ÿÿAm I like ÿÿsuch a fellow?" "You know you are as hot a Jack today as any to be found in Italy." "Your mood as moody as a bitch on heat." "ÿÿÿIs it so?" "Why, you'd quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, for the insult given to your hazel eyes." "I've seen you quarrel with a man for coughing in the street because he woke your dog." "ÿAnd if I did, I'm still less ÿquick to find a fight than you." "ÿÿ(DISTANT WHISTLING)" "By heaven, here come the Capulets." "ÿÿAnd do I care?" "ÿWait over here, ÿand I will speak with them." "ÿGood morrow, gentlemen." "ÿA word with one of you." "MERCUTIO:" "A single word with one of us?" "ÿLet's couple it with something." "ÿMaybe a word and a blow?" "You'll find me good at that, Mercutio, ÿÿÿif you'll give me ÿÿÿthe chance." "Can you not take the chance, or must it be given?" "I've sent a letter writ to Romeo, whom you consort with." "ÿÿConsort with?" "(LAUGHS) ÿWhat?" "Do you imagine us ÿa pair of minstrels?" "ÿÿÿFor if you do, ÿÿÿexpect the sharpest notes." "ÿÿÿHere's my baton that ÿÿÿshall make you dance." "ÿ"Consorts," indeed." "Mercutio, Tybalt, this is a public place." "Either withdraw into some private place ÿÿÿand there dispute ÿÿÿyour grievance, or else, and better yet, go home." "Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze." "ÿÿÿI will not budge ÿÿÿfor no man's pleasure, I." "Whoa... ÿÿÿ- (GRUNTS) ÿÿÿ" " Peace be with you, sir." "ÿ" " Here comes my man." "ÿ" " MERCUTIO:" "Your man?" "I do not see him in your livery." "How dare you call a Montague your man!" "ÿÿÿBenvolio!" "ÿÿÿ" " Is something here amiss?" "ÿÿÿ" " TYBALT:" "Romeo!" "The hate I bear thee can afford no better term than this:" "Thou art a villain." "Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee ÿÿÿdoes much excuse ÿÿÿthe appertaining rage ÿto such a greeting." "ÿÿVillain am I none." "ÿÿTherefore, farewell." "ÿÿI see you know me not." "Boy!" "This will not temper the injuries you have done me." "Therefore, turn and fight." "ÿÿI do insist I never ÿÿinjured you, but loved you ÿÿbetter than you'll understand, ÿÿtill you do know the reason." "ÿÿÿSo, good Capulet, a name I love as dearly as my own, be satisfied." "A smooth, dishonorable, vile submission!" "Tybalt. (SPITS)" "You rat catcher." "ÿWill you walk this way?" "What do you want from me?" "Good king of cats, just one of your nine lives." "You have it to spare, with eight to use hereafter." "ÿWhat, do you dither now ÿto draw your sword?" "ÿMake haste or I will ÿpluck you ere it's out." "ÿÿÿ" " I am for you." "ÿÿÿ" " No, Mercutio, I beg you, ÿ- put your sword down." "ÿ" " MERCUTIO:" "Come, sir." "ÿÿAre you ready?" "ÿÿLet's begin." "ROMEO:" "Mercutio, stop!" "Benvolio, help me hold them back!" "ÿWe must stop!" "Please!" "ÿÿÿMercutio!" "Tybalt!" "ÿÿÿ(GRUNTING) ÿGentlemen, for shame!" "ÿÿStop this brawl now!" "ÿÿÿYou know the prince ÿÿÿhas made his wishes clear:" "an end to fighting in Verona's streets!" "Tybalt, good Mercutio, hold!" "ÿIt is time for peace!" "(GROANS)" "ÿÿLet's away." "ÿÿI am dead." "ÿÿIs Tybalt gone ÿÿwith no wound to bear?" "ROMEO:" "You, sir, run to my father's house!" "Fetch a surgeon!" "Tybalt!" "ÿRomeo!" "ÿVillain!" "Dog!" "ÿÿÿIf thou art brave, ÿÿÿcome settle with me, boy." "ÿÿÿHave courage, man." "ÿÿÿThe wound cannot be much." "No." "'Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'tis enough." "'Twill serve." "Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man." "I am peppered, I warrant, for this world." "Why the devil came you between us?" "He stabbed me under your arm." "ÿI thought all for the best." "Our best intentions pave the way to hell." "To hell with the Montagues and Capulets whose angry war has stolen all my days." "Plague on both your houses." "ÿÿÿ(MERCUTIO GASPING)" "ÿÿÿHe's dead." "ÿÿHis gallant spirit ÿÿis among the clouds." "Stay here, Benvolio." "Be what help you may." "ÿÿI have some business ÿÿwith a new relation." "No!" "But, Romeo, stay!" "ÿROMEO:" "Tybalt!" "ÿÿÿLet him pass." "ÿÿWhat, Romeo?" "Is it cowardice ÿÿthat holds you back?" "(GASPS)" "(GROANS)" "Many have died in this place, Montague." "Befriend their spirits while you still have time." "They wait to welcome you with open arms." "They wait for one of us." "That much is sure." "(GRUNTS) ÿÿÿ(GRUNTING)" "ÿCousin!" "ÿÿÿ" " We're here, Tybalt." "ÿÿÿ" " We're here for you, sir." "ÿÿÿLeave us!" "ÿÿÿ(GRUNTING)" "ÿÿÿ- (TYBALT GROANS) ÿÿÿ" " No!" "ÿMAN:" "My Lord!" "My Lord?" "ÿÿÿ(GASPING)" "(WHEEZING EXHALE) ÿBENVOLIO:" "Romeo, away!" "ÿThe gods themselves are angry." "ÿTybalt's killed!" "ÿ" " MAN:" "Tybalt is slain!" "ÿ" " Don't stand there dazed." "Go!" "The prince will have your head if you are taken." "Go!" "Oh, I am fortune's fool." "ÿÿMAN:" "Romeo, begone." "ÿÿAway you now!" "ÿÿÿ(CROWD CLAMORING)" "ÿ(CLAMORING CONTINUES)" "ÿÿÿLADY CAPULET:" "ÿÿÿTybalt, my nephew." "ÿÿÿHe was my brother's child." "ÿÿSee how the blood is spilled ÿÿof my dear kinsmen." "Prince, as you are true, for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague." "ÿÿBenvolio, who began ÿÿthis bloody fight?" "Tybalt, here slain, and I was witness how." "Romeo did beg him to desist." "ÿÿÿAlas, nothing could stay ÿÿÿthe rage of angry Tybalt, ÿÿwhose ears were deaf to peace." "ÿBut what of the second act?" "Mercutio lies dead, and in his grief does blinded Romeo entertain revenge." "He is a cousin of the Montagues." "Affection makes him false." "ÿÿRomeo killed Tybalt." "Romeo must not live." "ÿÿRomeo killed him." "ÿÿHe killed Mercutio." "ÿWho is the guilty man ÿin all this grief?" "ÿÿMONTAGUE:" "Not Romeo, Prince." "ÿÿÿHe was Mercutio's friend, and killed his murderer." "The very end the law would have exacted." "(SIGHS)" "ÿThis offense means we do now, ÿat once, exile him hence." "ÿÿI will be deaf to ÿÿpleading and excuse." "ÿÿTherefore, use none." "ÿÿÿLet Romeo leave in haste." "ÿÿFor if he's found, ÿÿthat hour will be his last." "(CRYING)" "Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?" "It did." "ÿÿÿI weep to say it, ÿÿÿbut it did." "ÿAnd now the prince ÿhas exiled Tybalt's murderer." "ÿ" " No." "ÿ" " Shame on your Romeo." "ÿÿBlister your tongue!" "ÿOh, what a beast I've ÿbeen to chide him." "ÿÿDid Tybalt not first ÿÿstab Mercutio?" "ÿÿWill you speak well of him ÿÿthat killed your cousin?" "Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?" "How stupid I have been to rail, when now your news of him is worse than Tybalt's death." "ÿWorse than your cousin's death?" "Indeed." "You told me Romeo is banished." "And that one word is greater grief to me than Father, Mother," "Tybalt and myself all dead and buried." "Stay in your room, and I'll find Romeo." "ÿÿI promise you ÿÿa husband for tonight." "Give this ring to my true knight and bid him come to take his last farewell." "ÿI will." "ÿÿÿ(SOBBING)" "What have I done but murdered my tomorrow?" "In killing him whom she most truly loved," "I have tried and sentenced my own heart to death." "But if she can pity me my suffering, then were it worth a thousand torments more." "Disasters follow you like trusty dogs." "You must be married to calamity." "ÿTell me the prince's verdict." "ÿAm I to die so young?" "ÿÿÿNot yet at least." "ÿÿÿHis judgment has more pity ÿÿÿthan you dread." "ÿÿHe seeks to have you ÿÿbanished and not dead." "Not banishment." "Be merciful, say "death,"" "for exile has more terror in its look, much more than death." "Do not say "banishment."" "ÿAll he asks is that ÿyou leave Verona." "It's not so much." "The world is broad and wide." "There is no world beyond the city's walls." "Just purgatory, torture, hell itself." "And exile is another word for "death."" "The prince's kindness is a golden axe that cuts my head off." "ÿÿÿRude, unthankful boy." "ÿÿThe prince, in gentleness, ÿÿoverturns the law!" "This is sweet mercy, and you see it not!" "'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 honorable state, more courtship lives in carrion flies than Romeo." "And they may seize on the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand." "I mean, flies may do this, but I from this must fly." "They are free men, but I am banished." "Cease, Romeo, in your ingratitude." "You cannot talk of what you do not feel." "ÿÿÿIf you were young like me ÿÿÿand full of love, married an hour, red with Tybalt's blood, hungry for Juliet but banished from her side, then you could speak and I would listen." "NURSE:" "Where is my lady's lord?" "ÿWhere is Romeo?" "ÿÿBehold him now, ÿÿwith his own tears made drunk." "So is my lady Juliet just the same, ÿblubbering and weeping, ÿweeping and blubbering." "ÿÿÿGood nurse, you speak ÿÿÿof Juliet?" "ÿSay quick:" "Does she now ÿthink I am a murderer?" "ÿÿShe weeps and weeps." "ÿÿÿAnd lies upon her bed, and... and then jumps up and cries out, "Tybalt," and then, "Romeo."" "My name was fatal to her from the start." "ÿÿIt kills her, as it killed ÿÿher noble kinsman." "ÿÿOh, tell me in what part of ÿÿmy anatomy does lodge my name, ÿÿÿ- and I will hack it off!" "ÿÿÿ" " What?" "Wouldst kill yourself and all the lady's hopes?" "Look to your wits!" "Your Juliet is alive." "There you are happy." "Tybalt would kill you, but you instead killed Tybalt." "Take heart." "The prince has altered death to simple exile." "Another stroke of luck to make you smile." "Have done with pouting." "Go to your love." "Climb to her chamber, kiss and comfort her!" "But leave before the watch begins to walk, to make the journey safe to Mantua, where you will live till we can find a way to blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, beg pardon of the prince and call you back." "ÿOh, what it is ÿto hear good counsel." "You must return to my lady Juliet." "Say Romeo is coming." "ÿMy Lord, I'll tell ÿmy lady you will come." "ÿÿÿSay I am prepared ÿÿÿto be chastised." "Here, sir, a ring she did bid me give you." "ÿHow well my comfort ÿis revived by this." "FRIAR LAURENCE:" "Be sure you leave before the dawn." "Then make your home in Mantua and wait." "I will send you messages with all our news." "ÿÿROMEO:" "If I were not to gain ÿÿa joy past joy," "I would be sad to leave you." "So farewell." "ÿÿÿLADY CAPULET:" "Why the race ÿÿÿto drag her to the church?" "Give her time to mourn her cousin." "No." "We have no time to waste in sterile tears, ÿwith Paris restive in the slips ÿand soon to be rid of her ÿÿif he be not persuaded ÿÿshe is his." "I do not think he is so changeable." "Let us not take a chance with lovers' vows when Jove does laugh at their fragility." "Do you want legal offspring from our loins?" "With Tybalt dead and all our line at risk, young Juliet is the only living course through which our blood can flow." "ÿÿYou know I do." "Well, then we shall take action when we may and strike while the iron is hot." "ÿÿMAN:" "This way, sir." "ÿParis, welcome." "How does my lady in this sorrowful hour?" "I would that I might be some comfort to her." "ÿÿTonight, she is imprisoned ÿÿin her grief, ÿÿÿbut in the morning, ÿÿÿI will know her mind." "Wife... when dawn breaks, bid her make ready for her wedding day." "You will tell her on Thursday she will wed the noble count." "What say you to Thursday?" "My Lord, I wish Thursday were tomorrow." "Thursday it is, then." "ÿÿJULIET:" "Come, gentle night." "ÿÿCome loving, ÿÿblack-browed night." "Give me my Romeo, and when he shall die, ÿÿÿtake him and cut him out ÿÿÿin little stars." "ÿHe will make the face ÿof Heaven so fine ÿÿthat all the world will be ÿÿin love with night ÿÿand pay no worship ÿÿto the garish sun." "(SIGHS)" "My husband." "My wife." "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "ÿÿÿ(BIRDS CONTINUE CHIRPING)" "Must you be gone?" "It's nowhere near the dawn." "You heard the nightingale and not a lark, I promise." "She sings each night sitting in yonder tree." "Believe me, love, it was the nightingale." "ÿIt was the lark, ÿthe herald of the morn." "ÿNo nightingale." "ÿLook, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds ÿin yonder east." "ÿÿNight's candles are burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops." "I must be gone and live, or stay and die." "I do not think the light is daylight yet." "I am content if you would have it so." "ÿÿÿI have more heart to stay ÿÿÿthan will to go." "ÿÿÿCome, death, and welcome." "ÿJuliet wills it so." "ÿÿI will lie with you ÿÿand say it is not day." "(BIRDS CHIRPING)" "It is." "It is." "Go now." "Begone." "Away!" "Oh, it is the lark that sings so out of tune with horrid discords and unpleasant sharps." "Oh, hurry now." "More light and light it grows!" "More light and light, more dark and dark our woes." "ÿÿ(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS) ÿ" " Madam!" "ÿ" " What is it?" "ÿÿYour mother is soon coming ÿÿto your chamber." "ÿÿThe day is here." "ÿÿBe careful and make haste." "I shall be gone." "Your parents cannot know ÿÿÿthat I have been part ÿÿÿof this deceit." "ÿÿFarewell, my love." "ÿÿÿOne more kiss, ÿÿÿand I'll descend." "ÿÿNo." "Come this way." "I'll teach Benvolio to learn your news each day." "ÿÿNo, more than that." "ÿÿEach hour in each day." "Each minute in each hour is a day for pining lovers." "ÿÿÿAnd amen to that." "Do you believe we'll ever meet again?" "ÿÿI do not doubt it." "ÿNor that we shall smile ÿto think ÿÿÿof all these troubles ÿÿÿin the past." "ÿÿIf God would only ÿÿfree me of foreboding." "ÿÿI think I see you, ÿÿnow you are below, ÿas dim and pale ÿas dead men in their tombs." "So are you dim, love, in dawn's drab light." "Our worries make us pale." "ÿÿÿSo adieu." "ÿÿÿOh, fortune, fortune, ÿall men call you fickle because ÿno fortune ever constant be." "ÿIf that is so, ÿthen change again, oh, fortune." "Be fickle now and send him back to me." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Please, Benvolio, be a guardian angel to my love." "ÿWatch her firmly and gently ÿas it would do the eye of God." "ÿI will." "I promise you." "ÿÿÿFarewell, cousin." "(HORSE WHINNIES) ÿÿÿWhat is the rush?" "ÿÿÿI pray you tell, My Lord, ÿÿÿI will not marry yet, ÿand when I do, I swear ÿit shall be Romeo, whom I hate, ÿÿrather than Paris, ÿÿwhom I despise!" "LADY CAPULET:" "Here comes your father." "ÿÿYou can tell him so ÿÿyourself." "(SOBBING)" "ÿÿMy girl is like a channel." "ÿÿÿWhat, more tears?" "The level of the sea will start to lift if much more water flows from your sweet eyes." "ÿWife, have you told her ÿof her marriage plans?" "ÿÿÿI have, and she will have ÿÿÿnone of it, I swear." "ÿÿSoft." "Soft." "ÿTake me with you, ÿtake me with you, wife." "ÿHow?" "Will she none?" "ÿDoes she not ÿgive us thanks?" "ÿÿÿIs she not proud?" "Does she not think her blessed, unworthy as she is, that we have brought so worthy a gentleman to be her groom?" "ÿÿThankful I am, ÿÿand grateful for your love, ÿbut proud I cannot be ÿof what I hate." "How... how-how-how, chopped logic." "What is this?" ""Proud" and "I thank you," but "I thank you not."" "Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds!" "Be ready, lady, Thursday morning next, to go with Paris to St. Peter's Church ÿ- or I will drag thee ÿthither on a rail!" "ÿ" " Are you mad?" "ÿÿÿGood father, ÿÿÿI beseech you on my knees." "ÿÿÿWill you not give me leave ÿÿÿto plead my cause?" "ÿÿ- (PANTING) ÿÿ" " You... ÿÿÿ- (GASPING) ÿÿÿ" " I tell you what." "ÿÿÿBe there, Thursday church, ÿor never after look me ÿin the face." "ÿÿ" " I..." "ÿÿ" " Speak not." "ÿÿReply not, do not answer me." "ÿÿMy fingers itch!" "ÿMy lord, you're in the wrong, ÿmy lord, to punish her." "ÿIs that my lady wisdom's view?" "ÿTake care." "You dice with your place in talking thus." "May not one speak?" "ÿOh, will you be quiet, ÿyou fool!" " Now..." " No, husband, you are too hot." "ÿÿGod's blood, ÿÿit does make me mad!" "ÿÿÿ- (SOBS) ÿÿÿ" " Day, night, month, year!" "ÿMy constant care... ÿ...has been to have ÿmy only child worthily matched." "ÿAnd here I find ÿan educated man ÿÿÿof equal birth ÿÿÿwith honorable parts, ÿwith fine estates ÿand handsome to behold, ÿÿand what is my reward?" "ÿÿÿA puking fool, who answers, ÿÿÿ"I'll not wed." "I cannot love." "ÿÿI am too young." "ÿÿI pray you pardon me."" "ÿÿNow think on this." "ÿÿThursday is near." "ÿIf you will play the bride, then are you my daughter and all is forgot." "ÿÿIf you will not, ÿÿthen you are mine no more." "Graze where you will." "You shall not house with me." "Beg, starve or hang," "I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, nor pass to you the slightest thing that's mine." "ÿÿÿI swear to this, my word, ÿÿÿso help me God!" "(GASPS)" "How can Father speak so to a child who loves him better than she loves herself?" "(SOBBING) Oh, oh, God." "Oh, Nurse, how shall this be prevented?" "I have a living husband here on earth." "What, should I take a second in a lie and cast myself forever into hell?" "(SOBBING)" "ÿÿÿWell, here it is." "ÿRomeo is... ÿÿ...gone, and cannot come back, ÿÿÿexcept in stealth ÿÿÿat risk to life and limb." "Given that case, which will not alter soon... ÿÿÿ..." "I think it best ÿÿÿyou marry with the count." "Speakest thou from thy heart?" "ÿÿÿAnd from my soul." "ÿÿÿOr the devil take us all." "ÿAmen." "ÿÿFRIAR LAURENCE:" "Oh, Juliet, ÿÿI understand your grief." "I strive and strain to think how I may help." "I know your father's will is absolute ÿÿÿthat Thursday next ÿÿÿyou marry with the count." "Why talk of what must be which cannot be?" "ÿ(BELL TOLLING)" "If you have no solution to my plight, then this knife shall be my deliverer." "ÿAh, Jesu Maria." "God joined our hearts in bliss, you joined our hands, and death is better than the ruin of all." "So bless this blade, unless you have a remedy, and I'll exchange my honor for my life." "ÿDaughter... ÿ..." "I do spy a kind of hope, ÿÿbut it requires ÿÿa desperate execution." "ÿYou have the strength of will ÿto kill yourself rather than marry Paris." "ÿÿÿVery well." "ÿÿYou'll need that strength, ÿÿand I do know a way." "Rather then marry Paris, I would jump from off the battlements of yonder tower." "ÿÿÿSpend the long, dark night ÿÿÿwalled in a tomb, ÿÿwith rotting limbs ÿÿand hollow, grinning skulls." "(GRUNTS)" "Or order me to lie in a fresh grave, and hide myself inside the corpse's shroud." "ÿÿThings most hideous ÿÿwill I gladly do to keep myself unscarred for Romeo's love." "ÿÿÿThen go home, be merry... ÿÿ...and agree to marry Paris." "ÿÿOh, I am in earnest, Juliet." "For I have knowledge to concoct a mix ÿthat will unlock you ÿfrom your present cell." "ÿÿÿIf you but find the nerve ÿÿÿto swallow it." "Tomorrow's Thursday." "ÿÿNow tonight, ÿÿmake sure you sleep alone." "ÿÿÿAnd send your prying nurse ÿÿÿout of the room." "Lie down upon your bed, then take this phial... ÿ...and drink the clouded juice ÿto the last drop." "ÿSoon, soft drowsiness ÿwill close your eyes." "Your pulse will cease, ÿÿand there will be ÿÿno sign of life within you." "ÿÿNeither warmth, nor breath, ÿÿÿnor roses in your cheeks ÿÿÿnor on your lips, ÿÿÿbut stiff and stark ÿÿÿand every sign of death." "ÿAnd in this borrowed likeness ÿof a corpse, ÿyou will continue ÿfor six and 20 hours, ÿÿÿand then awake ÿÿÿas from a pleasant dream." "ÿÿSo Paris, ÿÿon his wedding morn, ÿÿwill come to find his bride ÿÿis dead and ripe for burial ÿin the great vault ÿwhere Capulets do lie." "ÿÿWhile I will write ÿÿwith news to Romeo." "He and I will be there ÿwhen he will wake you ÿwith a kiss." "ÿÿÿAnd he will carry you ÿÿÿto some far distant place, ÿwhere all your anguish ÿshall become pure joy." "Give me the phial and talk no more of fear." "ÿÿÿThen go." "ÿÿÿAt dawn tomorrow, a novice will set out for Mantua with letters for your lord." "Farewell, dear Friar." "And now, love... ÿÿ...give me strength." "You said it was a modest group of friends." "ÿÿAnd so it will be." "ÿPeter, what's the news?" "ÿÿWell, we've hired ten cooks ÿÿand 20 serving men." "ÿÿA quiet marriage leads ÿÿto speculation." "My daughter has the virtue of a saint, and I would rather none ÿ- had leave to doubt." "ÿ- (SIGHS) ÿÿÿCome here, Nurse." "My lord?" "ÿÿIs Juliet gone to ÿÿFriar Laurence's cell?" "She is, to make confession of her sins." "Well, let's hope he may have found some good in her." "ÿÿShe's here." "NURSE:" "And merrier than when she left." "And where have you been, my headstrong gadabout?" "ÿÿThe holy friar sends ÿÿme home to kneel ÿÿand ask forgiveness ÿÿfor my mutiny." "ÿ(SIGHS) ÿPardon me, dear Father, ÿI beseech you." "ÿHenceforward, ÿI will live beneath your rule." "ÿWell said, my daughter." "If you should find Romeo in morbid grief or feverish, these herbs will make him well." "Be sure he's strong to take the journey home." "But do not fear." "My letter will revive him." "ÿÿGive me your blessing, ÿÿand I will be gone." "God speed your path and keep you safe from harm." "ÿÿÿ(HORSE WHINNYING)" "Nurse, here is the key to fetch more spices." "ÿÿÿThe cook wants dates ÿÿÿand quinces for the pies." "ÿWe must a-move on." "ÿParis will be here." "ÿÿÿGet anything we need, ÿÿÿspare not the cost." "ÿÿMy lady and my lord, ÿÿget you some rest or you will not survive the wedding feast." "ÿÿWhat nonsense!" "ÿÿÿI've been up all night before ÿÿÿfor lesser cause than this." "And I know why." "And look to have no repetition now." "A wife still jealous after all these years?" "Why, 'tis compliment enough to give me cheer." "ÿÿ- (CLICKING TONGUE) ÿÿ" " Hmm?" "Hmm?" "(LAUGHS)" "(NURSE TALKING QUIETLY) ÿWife!" "ÿNurse!" " Will nobody obey me?" "!" " Oh, peace, peace!" "ÿGo waken Juliet." "ÿDress her and trim her." "Pray, bring her down to compliment the bridegroom in his choice." "Hmm." "ÿÿÿMistress." "ÿÿÿMy Juliet?" "ÿOh, still fast asleep?" "ÿCome, lady." "Come, lamb." "ÿIt's time to wake." "Well, you'll profit from a few hours dreams." "ÿÿTonight, Count Paris ÿÿwill have other plans." "ÿÿBut if your marriage ÿÿwill not let you rest, just wait ten years." "ÿÿYou'll sleep all you want." "ÿÿHeavens, ÿÿhow sound you slumber." "ÿÿI must needs wake you." "ÿLady." "ÿÿÿLady!" "ÿÿ(SCREAMING)" "Oh, no!" "ÿ(SCREAMING CONTINUES)" "ÿÿÿ(SOBBING) ÿÿ(DOOR OPENS)" "(INDISTINCT CHATTER) ÿÿÿ(LAUGHTER)" "Come, is my bride ready to go to church?" "Ready to go, but never to return." "ÿÿÿMy son... ÿÿ...the night before ÿÿyour wedding day, your wife was stolen from you." "ÿÿÿWhat?" "ÿAre you saying she is dead?" "Flower as she was Death is now my heir." "My daughter he has married." "I will die and leave him all." "Life, living, all is Death's." "ÿÿÿThis day had promised ÿÿÿall my happiness... ÿÿ...and now it shows me ÿÿsuch a sight as this?" "Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!" "The worst that ever dawned." "ÿÿÿ(SOBBING)" "Most woeful day." "Never was so black a day as this." "I am divorced... ÿÿÿ...wronged... ÿÿ...hated killed by Death, but Death is my future." "He holds all I love." "Death that has killed my daughter, ÿÿties my tongue ÿÿand drains my eyes ÿÿand will not let me grieve." "ÿÿOh, child." "ÿÿMy soul more than my child." "ÿÿÿDead are you now." "Alack." "My child is dead and with my child, all my joys are buried." "Oh, come, sir, for shame." "And think of her poor soul, freed now from care ÿÿand safe in heaven's bliss." "ÿÿGive up your grief and bring ÿÿsweet-smelling flowers ÿto lay upon her corpse ÿwith gentle tears." "Then take her to church, where she may sleep among her kin for all eternity." "The plans we made for joyful celebration must turn instead to mark our sorrowing woe." "Our merry hymns to sullen dirges change." "ÿÿÿSir, madam, ÿÿÿmake ready for our march, ÿÿÿto take this lovely child ÿÿÿto her grave." "ÿ(LADY CAPULET SOBBING) ÿÿWe cannot know why ÿÿit is heaven's will." "But we must trust in him who orders all." "ÿÿÿStop!" "I beseech you, sir." "ÿÿÿIn heaven's name." "ÿÿSay now, are you ÿÿa holy man of God?" "I am a novice, but I serve God, yes." "Have you made study in the art of herbs?" "ÿÿÿ" " I have." "ÿÿÿ" " My son is sick." "I have an errand to perform in Mantua." "ÿÿÿ" " By when?" "ÿÿÿ" " Before tonight." "ÿMantua is but two leagues away." "ÿI'll take you there myself." "(SIGHS) Then show me your child." "(DRUM BEATING STEADILY)" "ÿÿMAN:" "Will there be ÿÿanything else, sir?" "ÿROMEO:" "No, thank you, Jack." "ÿÿ" " Cousin." "ÿÿ" " Benvolio!" "Welcome." "ÿAnd with Verona's news?" "I do bring news." "It's true." "ÿÿÿThen spit it out." "ÿÿÿHow does my lady?" "Is my father well?" "How does my Juliet?" "ÿÿSee, I ask it twice." "ÿÿThen I must answer once to say the worst." "ÿÿÿHer body sleeps ÿÿÿamong the Capulets in the great monument that marks their fame." "Juliet is dead?" "ÿÿÿOnly her mortal part." "ÿÿÿHer soul lives on ÿÿÿin heaven's blessed care." "You know this or you heard a story told?" "ÿÿÿI saw her laid inside ÿÿÿher kindred's vault." "ÿThat done, I came as quick as I ÿcould find a horse to bring me." "Pardon me, cousin that I come with a tale so full of grief." "And it is so?" "Then I must hurry." "Jack!" "ÿI beg you give ÿyourself some time." "ÿYou must be riven ÿwith a savage grief and need a while to calm your raging thoughts." "Cousin, you're deceived." "I know my mind." "Are there no letters to me from the friar?" "ÿÿÿNo, my good lord." "ÿÿÿNo matter." "ÿGo with Jack." "Get fresh water for your horse." "I'll meet you by the city gates." "ÿÿGo." "(CRYING) ÿ(DOOR CLOSES)" "Well, Juliet I will lie with you tonight." "As to the means, I will not wonder long." "ÿI do remember an apothecary ÿwho lives not far from here... ÿÿ...if it is life... ÿÿÿ...where there is ÿÿÿneither gold... ÿ...nor food... ÿÿ...nor rest." "ÿÿHey, there!" "ÿApothecary!" "MAN:" "Who calls so loud?" "ÿCome over here." "ÿI see that you're poor." "ÿÿÿ(SCOFFS) There is ÿÿÿno crime in that." "ÿÿNor pleasure, neither." "ÿNow, listen, ÿI seek a kind of poison ÿÿso powerful that swallowed ÿÿin one dram, ÿit stops a man and ÿdrops him in his tracks ÿÿbefore he may but mark ÿÿthe consequence." "If this be murder, the answer's no." "ÿÿÿThe victim's one ÿÿÿI have right to kill." "I have such mortal drugs." "But Mantua's law brings death to any man who issues them." "Are you so thin and full of wretchedness, yet scared to die?" "ÿÿÿFamine is in your cheeks." "ÿÿÿThe world is not your friend." "ÿÿYou will not find that ÿÿcherishing the law ÿÿmakes you rich, ÿbe not poor, ÿand break the law for this." "ÿMy poverty, ÿnot my will, consents." "ÿÿI pay your poverty ÿÿand not your will." "ÿÿÿ(HORSE WHINNYING)" "ÿI'm looking for Lord Romeo." "ÿÿÿJACK:" "He is gone." "ÿGone?" "ÿAnd in great haste." "ÿBack to Verona." "ÿÿÿWhat purpose ÿÿÿhad you with him?" "Nothing now." "You've had a wasted journey." "Who can say?" "I saved a child, but failed in my delivery." "God's ways are hard for us to penetrate." "ÿÿÿBenvolio, you can ÿÿÿcome no further." "Now take this letter early in the morn and see you deliver it to my lord and father." "Farewell, Benvolio." "Let us say good night." "ÿÿNo." "ÿBut... but why descend ÿinto this bed of death?" "Partly, I must behold my lady's face." "Chiefly, I'd return this precious ring to her fair hand which gave it me." "And now be gone." "ÿÿÿI go, and do not seek ÿÿÿto question you." "By which you show your love." "Goodbye, dear friend." "(HORSE WHINNIES)" "PARIS:" "Banished Romeo Montague, ÿwho murdered Juliet's cousin, ÿnoble Tybalt... ÿÿ...causing her the grief ÿÿthat took her to the grave." "And now he comes to desecrate the dead." "Leave them to heaven and attend to me." "ÿÿWe needs must fight, ÿÿÿfor you are bound to die." "ÿÿÿThe very reason ÿÿÿwhy you find me here." "I am Count Paris, and I here defend the grave of she who should have been my bride." "ÿÿOh, good, gentle youth, ÿÿtempt not a desperate man." "Put not another sin upon my head by urging me to fury." "ÿÿÿOh, fly hence." "ÿÿÿBe gone, survive." "What?" "Should I buy this proof of your concern?" "Or is a Montague afraid to fight?" "(GRUNTS)" "(GROANS)" "(GROANING CONTINUES)" "ÿÿÿMay God bless you, Paris." "ÿFriar!" "Friar Laurence!" "ÿ" " Friar Laurence!" "ÿ" " FRIAR LAURENCE:" "Who's there?" "Benvolio?" "What brings you here to me at dead of night?" "ÿÿÿMy care for one you love." "ÿÿThe good lord Romeo, ÿÿhe waits by Juliet's tomb, all full of woe." "Why talk of woe?" "Say rather joy." "ÿÿHow joy, when all his love ÿÿand life are in the grave?" "Did he not receive my letter?" "ÿ" " What letter's that?" "ÿ- (GASPS)" "Is that you, Tybalt, in that mortal sleep?" "Forgive me, cousin, for the harm I did." "There is no reparation more than this, that I shall kill the man who once killed you." "ÿÿÿLeaving this sweet corpse ÿÿÿis trial enough." "ÿÿOh, my love." "My wife." "ÿÿIt is time to join you ÿÿin all eternity." "ÿJuliet, why are you ÿstill so fair?" "Death that has sucked the honey of your breath ÿhas had no power as yet ÿto spoil your beauty." "ÿÿShall I believe ÿÿhe has a plan in this?" "That insubstantial Death is amorous, ÿkeeping you perfect ÿfor his paramour?" "(CRYING)" "ÿÿÿFor fear of that," "I will still stay with thee." "ÿÿAnd never from this palace ÿÿof dim night depart again." "Eyes..." "look your last." "Arms... take your last embrace." "And lips..." "the doors of breath, be forever sealed with a righteous kiss." "ÿCome, bitter conduct." "ÿCome, unsavory guide." "(SIGHS)" "ÿÿÿHere's to my love." "ÿÿOh, true apothecary, ÿÿthy drugs are quick." "ÿÿÿ(WHISPERS) Juliet." "ÿJULIET:" "Romeo." "ÿÿÿ(PANTING) ÿOh, no." "ÿÿÿ(PANTING)" "Thus, with a kiss, I die." "ÿÿÿ(CRYING):" "No." "No." "ÿNo." "ÿÿNo." "ÿÿÿ(CRYING CONTINUES) ÿÿÿ(PANTING)" "Oh, no." "Oh, no." "So pale?" "ÿMy best beloved husband ÿlies here dead." "Not Romeo." "My child." "Not him of all." "Oh, what unkind hour has brought to pass this miserable deed." "Alas, my lady, we are overturned." "(CRYING) No." "A greater power than we can contradict has thwarted all our plans." "Come away from death, contagion and unnatural sleep." "ÿLeaving my husband ÿto face this alone?" "ÿÿ(THUMP IN DISTANCE)" "The watchman." "My lady, come away." "ÿÿÿ(SOBBING) ÿUnkind!" "To drink it all and leave no drop so I could follow after." "ÿÿ" " Nay, good my lady." "ÿÿ- (GLASS SHATTERS)" "Listen now and come." "I will hide you in a sisterhood of nuns." "Stop, stop, not to question why." " We must away." " You go." "ÿÿÿI must bid farewell to Romeo." "ÿÿ(THUMP IN DISTANCE)" "Stay then, until you are at peace." "But linger not." "I'll hold back the watchman." "ÿÿI'd kiss my love ÿÿfor one last time." "Then follow you at once." "Do not be late." "ÿWATCHMAN:" "Who's there?" "ÿÿ- (DOOR OPENS) ÿÿ" " Who's there?" "Who's within?" "ÿÿJust one kiss, ÿÿÿin case some venom ÿÿÿlingers on your lips." "ÿ(SIGHS)" "ÿYour mouth is warm." "FRIAR LAURENCE:" "I will explain." "ÿThe boy has come here ÿat my bidding." "ÿÿSomebody's coming." "ÿÿThen I'll be brief." "ÿÿÿOh, happy dagger." "ÿThis is thy sheath." "(GROANS)" "ÿÿÿThere rust... ÿÿ...and let me die." "FRIAR LAURENCE:" "Patience now." "We should not disturb this holy quiet." " Show me the way!" " Very well, very well." "ÿÿIf you insist." "ÿÿ(PANTING)" "(GASPS)" "ÿÿWe know now ÿÿhow this sorrow came about, ÿÿÿand pardon all the players ÿÿÿin their end." "Their own forbidden love did murder them." "Yet can we take a lesson from their deaths." "ÿÿÿCapulet, Montague." "See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that heaven finds means to kill your joy with love." "Oh, dearest Montague." "Give me your hand." "(CRYING)" "ÿPRINCE:" "The sun, for sorrow, ÿwill not show his head." "ÿÿÿAnd join with all ÿÿÿin grieving for the dead." "For never was a story of more woe than this, ÿÿÿof Juliet and her Romeo." "ÿÿÿ(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS)" "ÿÿÿ(MUSIC CONTINUES)" "ÿÿ(MUSIC ENDS) ÿÿÿ(INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYS)" "ÿÿ(MUSIC ENDS)"