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ACT 3, SCENE 5.
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(Summary: At dawn, Romeo and Juliet reluctantly bid each other farewell before Lady Capulet enters and informs her daughter that she will be married in two days. Juliet refuses and thus angers both her parents. When juliet turns to the nure for comfort, the nurs counsels her to forget Romeo and to marry the Count. Juliet decids to ask Friar Laurence what to do.)
[Capulet's orchard. Enter ROMEO and JULIET, at the window of her bedroom.]
JULIET. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nitingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tre.. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
ROMEO. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, when envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night'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.
JULIET> Yond light is not daylight, I know it. I. It is some meteor that the sun exhaled To be to thee this night a torchbearer and light thee on thy way to Mantua. Therefore stay yet. Thou need'st not to be gone.
ROMEO. Let me be ta'en; let me be put to death. I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon gray is not the morning's eye; 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow. Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads. I have more care to stay than will go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. how is 't, my soul? Let's talk. It is not day.
JULIET. It is, it is, Hie hence, begone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us. Some say the lark and loathed toad changed eyes; O, now I would they had changed voices too, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with Hunt's-up to the day. O, now begone! More light and light it grows.
ROMEO. More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
(Enter NURSE to the bedchamber.)
NURSE(urgently). Madam!
JULIET. Nurse?
NURSE? Your lady mother is coming to your chamber. The day is broke; be wary, look about. (Exit)
JULIET. Then window, let day in, and let life out.
ROMEO. Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I'll descend.
(He starts down the ladder.)
JULIET> Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay, husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days. I, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo!
ROMEO. Farewell! (embracing her once again) I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to the.
JULIET. O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
ROMEO. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet dis courses in our times to come.
JULIET. O God, I have an ill-divining soul! Methinks I see the, now thou art so low, As dead in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale.
ROMEO. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! (Exit)
JULIET. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune. For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,Bur send him back.
LADY CAPULET. HO, daughter, are you up?
JULIET. Who is 't that calls? It is my lady mother. (to herself) Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
(enter Lady Capulet.)
Lady Capulet. Why, how now, Juliet?
Juliet. Madam, I am not well.
Lady Capulet. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done. SOme grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
JULIET. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
LADY CAPULET. Well, girl, thou weep;st not so much for his death As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
Juliet. What villain, madam?
LADY CAPULET. That same villain, Romeo.
JULIET(aside). Villain and he be many miles asunder.-(Aloud.) God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
LADY CAPULET. That is because the traitor murderer lives.
JULIET. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
LADY CAPULET. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Where that same banished runagate doth live, Shal give him such an unaccustomed dram That he shall soon keep Tybalt company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
JULIET. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo till I behold him-dead-Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vexed. Madam, if you find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it, That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him to wreak the love i bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughtered him!
LADY CAPULET. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
JULIET. And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, beseech your ladyship?
LADY CAPULET. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child, One who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy That thou expects not, nor I looked not for.
JULIET. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
LADY CAPULET> Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
JULIET (with vigorous spirit). Not, by Saint Peter's Church, and Peter too, He shall not make me there a joyful bride! I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet, and when I do I swear It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
LADY CAPULET (angrily). Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself, And see how much he will take it at your hands.
(Enter CAPULET and the NURSE.)
CAPULET. When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew, But for the sunset of my brother's son It rains downright. How now a conduit, girl? What, still in tears? evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs, Who , raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy temptest-tossed-body. -How now, wife? Have you delivered to her out decree?
LADY CAPULET> Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! Capulet. Soft take me with you, take me with you, wife. How? Will she none? Doth she not give us Thanks? Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blest, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
JULIET. Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate. ut thankful even for hate that is meant love. CAPULET. How, how, how, how, chopped logic? What is this? "Proud," and "I thank you," and " I thank you not," and yet " not proud"? Mistress minion, you, Thank me no thankings, nore proud me no prouds, but fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Out, you greensickness carrion! Out, you baggage! ou tallow=face! (He raises his hand to strike her)
LADY CAPULET. Fie, fie! What are you mad?
JULIET(kneeling). Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
CAPULET. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch! I tell the what: get thee to church o' Thursday Or never after look me in the face.
(Juliet starts to answer)
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me! My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thoughus blest That God had lent us but this only child; But now I see this one is one too much, And taht we have a curse in having her. Out on her, hilding!
NURSE. God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
CAPULET. And why, my Lady Wisdome? Hold your tongue, Good Prudence. Smatter with your gossips, go.
NURSE> I speak no treason.
CAPULET(wrathfully). O, God-'-good-e'en!
Nurse. May not one speak?
CAPULET. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For her we need it not.
LADY CAPULET. You are too hot.
CAPULET. God's bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, hour tide, time work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her matched. And having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly liened, Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts, Proportioned as one's thought would wish a man0 And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fourtnes's tender,To answer, "I'll not wed, I cannot love, I am too young; I pray you, pardon me."But, an you will not wed, (bitterly ironic) I'll pardon you. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me. Look to 't, think on 't. I do not use to jest. Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart; advise. An you be mind, I'll give you to my friend; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor that is mine shall never do thee good. Trust to 't, bethink you. I'll not be forsworn.
(Exit CAPULET.)
JULIET> Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my Mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
LADY CAPULET> Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
(Exit, leaving JULIET and the NURSE alone.)
JULIET(rising). O GOD!- O nurse, how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven. How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it to me from heaven By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me. Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself! (to the NURSE) What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.
NURSE. Faith, here it is. Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you, Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so sttands as now it doth, I think it bes tyou married with the County. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first; or if it did not, Your fist is dead0or 'twere as good he were, As living here and you no use of him?
JULIET. Speak'st thou from thy heart?
NURSE. And from my soul to. Else beshrew them both.
JULIET. Amen!
NURSE. What?
JULIET. Well, thou has comforted me marvelous much. Go in, and tell my lady I am gone, Having despleased my father, to Laurence' cell To make confession and to be absolved.
NURSE. Marry, I will; and this is wisly done. (EXIT)
JULIET. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forswarn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which has hath praised him with above compare So many thousand times? Go, counselor, htou and my bosom hence forth shall be twain. I;ll to the Friar to know his remedy. If all else fail, myself have power to die. (EXIT.)
End of Stage 5
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