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Benvolio. I'm begging you, Mercutio. Please let's stop right here and now. It's boiling hot outside and the Cauplets are roaming about. If we meet them there's no way we'll escape a fight. You know how hot-blooded people get when it's hot.
Mercutio. You know, you're like one of those guys who walks into a bar, puts his sword on the counter and says, 'I hope I don't have to use you.' And by the time he's had his second drink, he draws the sword on the barman for no reason at all.
Benvolio. Am I really like that?
Mercutio. Oh, Come on! You're as hot-headed as the next guy. Someone only has to do the smallest thing for you to fly off the handle. And when you want to fly off the handle, you'll find any reason to do it.
Benvolio. So what.
Mercutio. If there were two men like you, we'd have only one because pretty soon, one would kill the other. You would fight with a man over the fact that he had one more or one less hairs on his beard than you do. You would fight with a man for cracking nuts, simply because you have hazel eyes. Only you would find that a reason to start a fight. Your head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of yolk. I suppose that fits right up your street since your head has been beaten just like scrambled eggs because of all your fights. You have fought with a man just for coughing in the street because he woke up your dog which was lying in the sun. Didn't you fall out with your tailor for wearing his new suit before Easter? And with another for tying his new shoes with old shoe laces? And now you've got the guts to teach me about controlling myself?
Benvolio. If I was in the habit of fighting the way you are, my life insurance policy would only be good for an hour and a quarter.
Mercutio. That's stupid talk.
Enter Tybalt, Petruchio and some other Capulets
Benvolio. Now, look! Here comes the Capulets.
Mercutio. I couldn't care less.
Tybalt. (To his friends) Follow me closely. I'm going to talk to them. (To the Montagues) Good evening, gentlemen. Can I have a word with one of you?
Mercutio. You just want one word? Why not couple it with something else. Make it a word and a blow, perhaps?
Tybalt. I'm ready for that, if you give me a reason.
Mercutio. Coudn't you find a reason without me giving you one?
Tybalt. Mercutio, you hang out with Romeo.
Mercutio. Hang out? Do you think we're musicians? If we were musicians, you would hear nothing but noise. Here's my fiddle (his sword) I'll use this to make you dance, man!
Benvolio. We're out here in public where everyone can see us. Let's go somewhere private and talk about this sensibly or go away.
Tybalt. Well, peace be with you. Here comes the man I'm looking for.
Mercutio. He's not your man.
Tybalt. Romeo. There's only one name for you, a villain.
Romeo. Tybalt, I have a reason to like you. This is why I'm putting aside the rage I feel right now because of your name-calling. I'm not a villain. I see you don't know me, so goodbye.
Tybalt. This won't make all the stuff you've done to me any better. Turn around and draw your sword.
Romeo. I disagree. I've never hurt you. I like you better than you can understand, until you know the reason why. So, good Capulet, the name I love like my own, just believe me and let's leave it at that.
Mercutio. You can't submit to him like that. It's dishonourable! (Draws his sword) Tybalt, you rat catcher, you can fight with me.
Tybalt. What do you want from me?
Mercutio. Good king of cats, I'll have one of your nine lives upfront. Depending on how things go after that, I'll beat the other eight out of you. Take your sword out of its sheath or I'll beat you about the ears with mine before you have it drawn.
Tybalt. Okay. I'll fight you, if that's what you want. (Draws his sword).
Romeo. Gentle, Mercutio. put your sword away.
Mercutio. (To Tybalt) Come on! Your draw.
Mercutio and Tybalt fight
Romeo. (Draws his sword) Draw your sword, Benvolio. Let's beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, you should be ashamed. Stop this fight! Tybalt, Mercutio! The Prince has banned fighting in the streets of Verona. Stop you two!
Romeo tries to break up the fight. Tybalt stabs Mercutio under Romeo's arm
Petruchio. Let's get out of here, Tybalt.
Exit Tybalt, Petruchio and other Capulets
Mercutio. He's hurt me. I curse you both and your families. Did he get away without a scratch?
Benvolio. What. Are you hurt?
Mercutio. It's only a scratch. Just a scratch, but it hurts like hell. Where's my page? Go, boy. Get me a doctor.
Exit Mercutio's page
Romeo. Be brave, man. It can't be that bad.
Mercutio. No? It's not as deep as a well or wide as a church door, but it's bad enough to do damage. Ask for me tomorrow and you'll find that I'm a dead man. I'm done for, man. I curse both their families. I swear, I can't believe that dog, that rat, mouse, cat has tried to stab me to death. He's a villain and fights like he's learned from a sword-fencing manual. Why on earth did you come between us? He stabbed me from under your arm.
Romeo. I thought I was doing the right thing.
Mercutio. Take me inside a house, Benvolio, or I'll faint. Curse your houses and your families. They've turned me into food for worms.
Exit Mercutio and Benvolio
Romeo. This gentleman, a close friend of the Prince and my best friend was mortally wounded because of me. He was only trying to defend my reputation from Tybalt's slander. Tybalt, we've been related for only an hour. Oh, sweet Juliet. Your beauty has made me soft. You've made taken apart my bravery.
Benvolio. Oh, Romeo, brave Mercutio is dead. That brave spirit has gone to heaven. But it was way too early for him to leave this earth.
Romeo. What has happened here today will negatively affect the future. Today starts the sadness and worries that will end in days to come.
Benvolio. Here comes the furious Tybalt again.
Romeo. He's alive and truimphant and Mercutio is dead. I've had enough of peace and leniency. It's time to give vent to my anger. Now, Tybalt. Call me a 'villain' again. Mercutio's soul is only a little way above our heads. He's waiting for either you or me to accompany him to heaven.
Tybalt. You hung out with him here, and you're the one that's going to hang out with him there.
Romeo. This fight will determine that.
They fight and Tybalt falls and dies
Benvolio. Romeo, let's get out of here. People are around and Tybalt is dead. Don't stand here in a daze. The Prince will put you to death if you get caught. Get out of here, now.
Romeo. I have such bad luck.
Benvolio. Why are you still here?
Enter citizens of the watch
Citizens. Which way did he run? The guy who fought with Tybalt. Which way?
Benvolio. Tybalt is lying over there.
Citizens. (To Tybalt) get up sir. Come with us. By the authority of the Prince, you must obey us.
Enter Prince, Montague, Caupulet, Lady Montague and others
Prince. Where are the vile men who started this fight?
Benvolio. Oh, noble Prince. I can tell you everything you need to know about this awful situation. That's Tyalt lying there. He was killed by Romeo because he killed your relative, brave Mercutio.
Lady Capulet. Tybalt, my cousin! He's my brother's son. Oh Prince, Oh nephew, Husband! Oh, my nepew is dead. Prince, if you're fair you'll kill someone from the Montague family to revenge Tybalt's killing. Oh my nephew, my nephew!
Prince. Benvolio, who started this bloody fight?
Benvolio. Tybalt did. Romeo spoke to him fairly. He told him that the fight between him and Mercutio was silly and that you would be angry because of it. All this he said in a soft, gentle voice, kneeling down to show respect. But in spite of all this, Tybalt wouldn't make peace. Tybalt and Mercutio started fighting one another. Romeo shouted at them, 'stop friends. Break it up!' Then he jumped in between them thinking they would put their swords down, but Tybalt stabbed Mercutio under his arm and ran away. After a while he came back to Romeo, who, by this time was getting really angry at the whole thing. They started fighting as quick as lightening, and before I could draw my sword to stop them, Tybalt was killed. Romeo ran away after that. This is the truth. I swear on my life.
Lady Capulet. He's a relative of the Montagues. Of course he would lie for Romeo. He's not telling the truth. I'm sure twenty of them were involved in this, and between them they could only kill this one man. I beg you for justice, Prince. Romeo killed Tybalt so he should die.
Prince. Romeo killed him. He killed Mercutio. Who should now should pay the price for Mercutio's death?
Montague. Not Romeo, Prince. He was Mercutio's friend. His crime only did what the law would've done anyway, by taking Tybalt's life.
Prince. And for that offence, Romeo is exiled from Verona from now on. I'm involved in your rivalry because Mercutio was a relative of mine, and I'm hurt that he's dead because of your stupid feud. I'll punish you so severely, that you'll regret causing me this loss. I won't listen to any of your pleas or excuses. You can't get out of trouble by praying or bribery, so don't bother. Let Romeo leave this city at once. If he's found he'll be killed instantly. Take away this body and you'd better do what I say. Showing mercy by pardoning killers only causes more murders.
S C E N E 1 1
Juliet. I can't wait for the sun to set so that the darkness of night could be here. It couldn't come fast enough because that's when I'll have Romeo in my arms, unseen by anyone else. The beauty of love is that lovers can see to make love in the dark. This is because love is blind. It loves the dark, so come on darkness and night!
Oh night, you widow dressed in black, come and surround me so I can surrender myself to my husband. Let me get over my innocence and shyness and learn how to satisfy my husband completely. Come, night. Come, Romeo. You're like day in night because you will lie on the wings of night, whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Come, gentle night. Come loving, black-browed night. Give me my Romeo. And when I die, make him become stars of a beautiful constellation so that he may make the sky look so lovely, other people will fall in love with it too, and forget about the way they worshipped the sun. Oh, I've bought a mansion of love, but haven't moved in yet. In the same way, I now belong to Romeo but he's not had me yet. This day is so long and tedious, I feel like a child on the night before a party, waiting excitedly to wear my new clothes.
Enter Nurse with the rope ladder
Oh, here comes my nurse. She brings news! When she talks about Romeo, his name sounds beautiful even on her lips. Now nurse, what's the news? Is that the ladder for Romeo?
Nurse. Yeah, yeah. It's the rope ladder.
Juliet. Oh, no, what did you hear? Why are you so upset?
Nurse. It's horrible. He's dead, he's dead. It's awful. What a terrible day. He's gone, He's been killed. he's dead.
Juliet. Can heaven be so hateful?
Nurse. Romeo is hateful, not heaven. Oh Romeo, Romeo! Who would've thought it would be Romeo?
Juliet. What kind of devil are you to torment me like this? It's like I'm being tortured in hell. Has Romeo killed himself? If you say 'yes' that one word will be more deathly to me than a poisonous snake. I won't be myself if this is what happened. Tell me if he's been killed or not. 'Yes' or 'no' will determine my fate.
Nurse. I saw the wound. I saw it with my eyes. God bless that wound, there on his manly chest. A pitiful corpse, a bloody, pitiful corpse. Pale, pale as ashes, all soaked in blood. I fainted when I saw it.
Juliet. O, my heart is broken. I will imprison my eyes and never look at freedom again. My body will go back to this vile earth and lie there doing nothing. My body will lie with Romeo's in one sad coffin.
Nurse. Oh, Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I've ever had. He was so courteous and honest! I wish I didn't live long enough to see him dead.
Juliet. How awful this is! Romeo has been killed and Tybalt too? My dearest cousin and my dearest husband. Trumpets, play a song of doom. Who can stay alive if those two are gone?
Nurse. Tybalt is gone and Romeo is banished. Romeo killed Tybalt so he's been banished.
Juliet. Oh, Lord! did Romeo shed Tybalt's blood?
Nurse. Yes, he did. What a tragic day, all round.
Juliet. He's like a snake with the face of a flower. Like a dragon hiding in a beautiful cage. Beautiful tyrant. Fiendish angel. A raven with dove's feathers, a wolf dressed as a lamb. He's the opposite to what he seemed. A despised element that looked divine - like a damned saint, or an honourable villian. Oh, nature, what were you doing in hell when you put the spirit of a wicked man into someone who looked so sweet. There was never such an evil book with such a beautiful cover. I can't believe that deceit existed in such a gorgeous place.
Nurse. There is no trust, not faith, no honesty in men. They all lie. They all cheat. They're all evil. Where's my servant? I need a drink. All this trouble and grief make me feel old. Shame be on you, Romeo!
Juliet. I wish you get sores on your tongue for making such a wish. He was not born for this shame. Shame itself is ashamed to be a part of Romeo. He deserves to be honoured. I was mistaken for being so angry with him before.
Nurse. You can't speak well of him. He killed your cousin.
Juliet. Should I speak ill of my husband? Who's going to defend his name if his own wife for three hours is talking bad about him? I just want to know why he killed my cousin. I know my cousin, the villain. Maybe he would've killed my husband instead. I shouldn't cry now with sorrow of Tybalt's death. I should actually cry with joy because Romeo is alive. Tybalt would've killed him. The person who would've killed my husband is dead. This is comforting news.
There's no need to cry, is there? There is worse news than the death of Tybalt. News, that makes me want to die: 'Tybalt is dead. Romeo is banished.' That one word, 'banished' is worse than the death of ten thousand Tybalts. If Tybalt's death had been all that had happened, that would've been bad enough. But sorrow likes company. If she'd said, 'Tybalt is dead,' then followed it up with 'Your mother or father or both are also dead,' I would've grieved the normal way. But after saying 'Tybalt's dead,' to follow that up with, 'Romeo is banished' is like saying your mother, father, Tybalt, Romeo, and Juliet are all dead. 'Romeo is banished' that news has no limit, no measure, no bound. No other words can express such pain.
Where's my father and mother, nurse?
Nurse. They're crying over Tybalt's corpse. Are you going to them? I'll take you there.
Juliet. Are they washing his wounds with tears? I'll cry my tears for Romeo's banishment when their tears are dry. Pick up the rope ladder. It's no use now, just like me. Both me and the rope ladder are in exile like Romeo. This rope ladder was made as a highway to my bed, but I'll now die a virgin widow. Let's go, rope ladder. Nurse, I'll lie down in my wedding bed. Let death, not Romeo, take my virginity.
Nurse. Go to your bedroom. I'll find Romeo to comfort you. I know where he is. Mark my words, Romeo will be here tonight. I'll go to him. He's hiding at Friar Lawrence's cell.
Juliet. (Gives the nurse a ring) Oh, find him and give him this ring, my true knight. Tell him to come and say his last goodbye to me.
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Enter Friar Lawrence
Friar Lawrence. Romeo, come out, come out. You poor soul, you're attracted to trouble and calamity.
Romeo. Father, what's the news? What did the Prince say my punishment is going to be? What trouble is in store for me that I don't yet know about?
Friar Lawrence. You've had too much trouble lately. I'm sorry, but I've now got the news about the Prince's punishment.
Romeo. Is it any less than total destruction?
Friar Lawrence. He was gentler than that. He doesn't want you dead, just banished.
Romeo. Ha, banishment! Be kind to me and say he wants me dead. Exile is much worse than death. Please don't say I'm banished.
Friar Lawrence. You're only banished from Verona. There are lots of other places in this big, wide world.
Romeo. There is no world for me outside the walls of Verona. Only torture and hell is out there. So being banished from Verona is like being banished from the entire world. Being exiled from the world is death. Banishment is just another form of being put to death. It's like cutting my head off with an axe made of gold and smiling while I'm being killed.
Friar Lawrence. You rude and ungrateful boy. You should be put to death for what you did. The Prince was very kind to you, and actually took your side by offering to banish you instead. He showed you mercy. How can you not see that?
Romeo. It's torture, not mercy. Heaven is here because it's where Juliet lives. Every cat and dog and even little mice and other lowly animals can see her, but I won't be able to. Even the flies will have a better love life and honour than me. At least they can land on her hand and steal immortal blessings from her lips by kissing her. She's so pure that she blushes when her own lips touch one another in kiss. But Romeo cannot. He's banished. Flies can touch her hand, but I have to leave. Flies are free but I am banished. And still you say being exiled is not death? Haven't you got any poison, or sharp knife you could use to kill me quickly? Nothing is as disgraceful as being banished. The damned use the word 'banished' when they're in hell. It's a disgusting word. Yet, you, a holy man who absolves sins and professes to be my friend don't mind putting me together with that word, banishment?
Friar Lawrence. Are you crazy? Listen to me.
Romeo. Why, so that you can tell me again about banishment?
Friar Lawrence. I'll give you something to protect you against that word. When you're in trouble philosophy is always comforting. Philosophy will comfort you even though you're banished.
Romeo. You're still on about 'banished'! Forget philosophy. Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, move a town to another place, and reverse the Prince's verdict, it doesn't help me one bit. Stop talking now.
Friar Lawrence. Oh, so madmen like you have no ears.
Romeo. How could they, when wise men have no eyes?
Friar Lawrence. Let me talk to you about your situation.
Romeo. You can't talk about something you've never experienced. If you were as young as me and Juliet was in love with you and you'd been married just an hour in which time Tybalt was murdered. If you were love sick like me, and banished, then you could speak. Then you would tear your hair out and fall on the ground like I do now (Romeo falls to the ground) to measure your grave that hasn't been dug yet.
Knocking from off stage
Friar Lawerence. Get up. Someone's knocking. Hide yourself, good Romeo.
Romeo. I won't hide unless the mist from my sick heart comes out and covers me like fog.
Friar Lawrence. Come on! They're still knocking. (To the person at the door) Who's there? (To Romeo) Get up, Romeo. They'll arrest you. (To the person at the door) Coming in a minute. (To Romeo) Stand up.
Run and hide in my study... Just a minute...For the love of God! Why're you being so stupid.... Coming!
Why're you knocking so hard? Where do you come from? what do you want?
Nurse. Let me come in and I'll tell you why. Lady Juliet sent me.
Friar Lawrence. (Opens the door) Welcome then.
Nurse. Oh, holy Friar, Oh tell me holy Friar, where's my lady's husband? Where's Romeo?
Friar Lawrence. There on the ground getting drunk by his own tears.
Nurse. Oh, he's acting just like my mistress. What a pitiful situation. She's blubbering and weeping too. (To Romeo) Stand up, stand up and be a man for Juliet's sake. Rise and stand.
Nurse. Ah, sir. Death will come for everybody.
Romeo. Were you talking about Juliet? How is she? Does she think I'm just a cruel murderer because I've spoilt our joy so soon by killing her relative? Where is she? What does my secret wife say about our ruined love?
Nurse. Oh, she says nothing, sir. She only weeps and weeps. Then she falls on her bed. Then she sits up and calls out, Tybalt, then Romeo. Then she cries and falls down again.
Romeo. She's calling out my name like it was a bullet that killed her. It's as if it was was cursed and murdered her relative. Tell me Oh, Friar, in what part of my body is my name carved? Tell me so I can cut it out of me.
(He draws his dagger)
Friar Lawrence. Hang on. Don't act so desperate. You're a man, or at least you look like one. You cry like a woman, and your wild actions resemble a beast. You're a shameless woman who looks like a man or a misformed beast who's half-man. You've surprised me. I swear, I thought you were better than this. You've killed Tybalt. Will you now kill yourself and cause agony to the lady who is now a part of your life? Why do you complain so much about the heaven and earth? Birth and heaven and earth all three meet in you at the same time. Which one do you want to give up if they're all the same? You should be ashamed of yourself. You have so much talent, yet you want to abandon your love, your wit and your body because you don't put them to their proper use. It's like someone who hoards lots of money but never puts it to use by spending any.
Your body is just a wax figure without the good things and values that make up a man. The love you swore was a hollow lie. You're killing the love you vowed to cherish. Your mind is the very thing that should make your body and your love valuable, but it has mishandled both of them. You're behaving like an idiot soldier who sets off his own gunpowder because he has no sense to handle it properly. The very thing that's supposed to protect you is going to kill you. Get up, man! Your Juliet is alive. It was because of her you were almost killed earlier. You should be happy. Tybalt would've killed you but you killed him instead. Be happy about this. The law that was supposed to put you to death has given you exile instead. Be happy about that. You have lots of blessings in your life. Instead of enjoying the happiness life gives to you, you're pouting about bad luck and love like a spoilt little girl.
Listen, listen people who act like that die miserable. Go get your love as was decided at your wedding. Climb up to her bedroom and comfort her. But get out before the night watchman arrives for work. After that, escape to the city of Mantua where you'll live until we can find the right time to publicise your marriage, make peace with your friends and beg the Prince's pardon. We will welcome you back with twenty thousand times more joy than you'll have when you leave. Go ahead, Nurse. Give my regards to your lady and tell her to hurry everyone in the house to bed. I'm sure they'll want to do so because of the sadness they feel right now. Romeo will follow.
Nurse. Oh, lord. I could've stayed here all night to hear your good advice. Education is so wonderful!
Romeo, I'll tell Juliet you're coming.
Romeo. Do so, and tell her to be ready to tell me off.
Nurse. Here sir, this is a ring she wanted me to give you. (gives Romeo the ring). Hurry up, it's getting late.
Romeo. This makes me feel so much better.
Friar Lawrence. Now, go. Good night. This is what you need to do. Either go before the night watchman comes or leave at the break of day in disguise. Stay in Mantua. I'll find your servant and he'll give you the news from time to time about everything that's happening here with your case. Let me shake your hand. It's late. Farewell. Goodnight.
Romeo. I'm off to enjoy the best joy there is. I'm sorry for leaving you so abruptly. Bye.
S C E N E 1 V
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris
Capulet. Things have been really bad lately, sir. We haven't been able to convince our daughter to marry you. You see, she really loved her cousin Tybalt, and so did I. We're all born to die, I suppose. It's getting very late. She won't be coming down tonight. Believe me, if it wasn't for you being here, I would've gone to bed an hour ago.
Paris. These times of grief aren't good times for thinking about love and courting. Madam, good night. Give my regards to your daughter.
Lady Capulet. I will. And I'll find out what she thinks early in the morning. Tonight she's too tired with grief.
Capulet. Sir, Paris, I'll try my best to convince my daughter you're right for her. I think she'll do whatever I say, perhaps even more. I have no doubt about that. Wife, check on her before you go to bed. Talk to her about Paris's love for her, and tell her that I'll talk to her on Wednesday - wait, what day is it today?
Paris. Monday, my lord.
Capulet. Monday! Ha, ha. Well, Wednesday is too soon. It'll have to be Thursday. Tell her that on Thursday she'll be married to this noble Earl. Will you be ready? Do you think it's okay for us to rush this? We won't have a big celebration, just a few friends. You know, because Tybalt was just killed recently, people may think we didn't like him very much if we celebrate too much. So we'll just have about half a dozen friends and that's it. Is Thursday any good for you?
Paris. My lord, I wish Thursday was tomorrow.
Capulet. Well, go on home now. Thursday it is then. (To Lady Capulet) Look in on Juliet when you go up to bed. Get her ready for her wedding day. (To Paris) Farewell, my lord. Now I'm off to bed. Dear me! It's so late that we may as well call it early. Good night.
S C E N E V
Enter Romeo and Juliet above the stage
Juliet. Are you going now? It's not even daybreak yet. Don't worry, the bird you heard was not the morning lark, it was the evening nightingale. Every night that nightingale sings on the pomegranate tree over there. Trust me, it was the nightingale.
Romeo. It was the lark, the bird that sings in the morning, not the nightingale. Look, love what are those streaks of light in the clouds over there in the east. Night is finished and day is coming. If I want to live, I have to leave. If I stay I'll die.
Juliet. That light is not daylight. I'm sure of it. It's some meteor from the sun to light your way to Mantua. Please stay. You don't need to go yet.
Romeo. Let me be captured and put to death. I'm happy to do it if that's what you want. I'll say that the light over there is not the break of day. It's just the reflection of the moon. I'll say that the bird I heard is not the lark. I want to stay much more than I want to go. Come, death and welcome! Juliet wants it to be that way. So, let's talk my love. It's not daylight.
Juliet. It is. It is! Get out of here. It's the lark that sings so out of tune, making such a racket. You know, some people say the lark signifies the sweet division between day and night. This is not so, because she's dividing us. Some say the lark has exchanged her eyes with the toad. Oh, how I wish they'd change voices too because it's that voice that pulls us out of each other's arms. Now men will be hunting you. Oh, go now. it's getting lighter and lighter.
Romeo. The lighter it gets, more sadness there is for us.
Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your room. Day has broken. Be careful and watch out.
Juliet. The window lets day in and my life out.
Romeo. Farewell, farewell. One more kiss and I'll go down.
They kiss. Romeo goes down the ladder.
Juliet. Are you gone like that my love, my lord? My husband and friend, I must hear from you every day.
Romeo. Farewell! I won't miss any opportunity to send my love to you.
Juliet. Oh, do you think we'll ever see each other again?
Romeo. I don't doubt that we will. All these troubles will give us stories to talk about later.
Juliet. Oh God, I have a soul which thinks of evil things. You look like someone dead in the bottom of a tomb. Either my eyesight is failing me or you look very pale.
Romeo. Trust me love, you look like that to me too. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Bye, bye.
Juliet. Oh, luck, luck. Everyone says you're fickle. If you're fickle, what are you going to do with Romeo who's so loyal. Change your mind, luck. Send him back to me soon.
Lady Capulet. (Offstage) Daughter, Are you awake?
Juliet. Who's that? Is that my mother? Is she still up so late, or did she wake up early? What strange reason could she have for coming here?
Enter Lady Capulet
Lady Capulet. What's up, Juliet?
Juliet. Madam, I'm not well.
Lady Capulet. Still crying for your cousin Tybalt? What, do you want to wash him from his grave with your tears? Even if you did that, you couldn't bring him back to life. So, stop crying how. Grieving shows that you loved him, but too much grief makes you look a bit silly.
Juliet. Let me cry for my loss.
Lady Capulet. You'll feel the loss, but the person you lost won't feel anything.
Juliet. With the loss I feel right now, I can't help but cry for him forever.
Lady Capulet. Well, girl, I'm sure you're crying not so much for the fact that he's dead, but because the villain who killed him is still alive.
Juliet. What villain, madam?
Lady Capulet. That villain, Romeo.
Juliet. (Aside) He's a long way from being a villain. (To Lady Capulet) God pardon him. I do, with all my heart. And yet, no man can make my heart grieve like he does.
Lady Capulet. That's because that murderer is still alive.
Juliet. Yes, madam. I can't reach him with my hands, and I wish that no one but me could avenge my cousin's death.
Lady Capulet. We'll have revenge for it, don't you worry. Stop crying. I'll send someone to Mantua where Romeo lives. This person will poison him so soon he'll be joining Tybalt. I hope this will satisfy you.
Juliet. I will never be satisfied with Romeo until I see him - dead. Dead is how my heart feels for my cousin. Madam, if you could find a man to give him the poison, I'll mix it so that Romeo will sleep quietly soon after he's taken it. Oh, how my heart hates to hear that name when I can't go after him. I want to use the love I had for my cousin, to take my anger out on the body of the man who killed him.
Lady Capulet. Find out the way and I'll find the right man. But now I have good news for you, girl.
Juliet. And joy comes at such a right time. What's the news? Please tell me.
Lady Capulet. Well, you have a very good father, child. He's arranged for you to be taken out of your sadness. He's sorted something out for you that you didn't even expect or even ask for.
Juliet. Madam, tell me quickly. What is it?
Lady Capulet. Okay, my child. Early next Thursday morning, the brave, young, noble gentleman, Count Paris, at Saint Peter's Church, will make you a joyful bride.
Juliet. Now, I swear by Saint Peter's Church and by Saint Peter too. He will not make me a joyful bride. I wonder why he's in such a hurry that I must marry him before he's had a chance to court me. Please tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet. And if I did, I swear I'd rather marry Romeo, whom you know I hate, than Paris. Now, that's really news!
Lady Capulet. Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself and see how he takes this news.
Enter Capulet and Nurse
Capulet. When the sun sets the air drizzles dew. But for the end of my nephew, there's a downpour. What's up, girl? Are you a fountain? Why're you still crying? In one little body you seem to be a ship, the sea and the wind. Your eyes flow with water like the sea. Your body is like a ship which is sailing in a flood of salt tears. The wind is your sighs. If you don't stop crying, tears and sighs will sink your ship. So wife, how're things? Have you told her about the plans yet?
Lady Capulet. Yes, sir, but she's having none of it. She says thanks, but no thanks. I wish the fool were dead and married to her grave.
Capulet. Calm down. Let me understand this, wife. How come she refuses? Isn't she thankful? Isn't she proud of this? Doesn't she count her blessings? Doesn't she realise she's unworthy of this man who wants to marry her?
Juliet. I'm not proud of what you've done, but I'm thankful. I cannot be proud of something I hate, but I can be thankful for it because it was meant in love.
Capulet. How is this so? This doesn't make sense. What is this? You're saying, 'proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I no thank you' and 'not proud.' You rotten little girl. I have no time for no thank yous or pride or no pride. Get yourself ready for Thursday to go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church, or I will drag you there myself. Out, you awful girl. You pale face!
Lady Capulet. Shame on you! Are you mad?
Juliet. Good father, I'm begging you on my knees. Please just let me say one thing.
Capulet. Forget it, you disobedient girl! I tell you what to do. Get to church on Thursday, or never look at me in the face again. Don't say a word. Don't answer me back. My fingers itch to slap you. Wife, we thought ourselves blessed that God lent us this one child, but now I see this one is too much and she's actually a curse. She repulses me.
Nurse. God in heaven, bless her. My lord, you're wrong to say those things to her.
Capulet. And why, my Lady Wisdom? You shut up and go about with your little gossiping friends.
Nurse. I said nothing wrong.
Capulet. Oh, for God's sake.
Nurse. Can't anyone speak?
Capulet. Be quiet, you mumbling fool. Say your serious thoughts with your own gossiping friends. We don't need to hear them here.
Lady Capulet. You're too worked up.
Capulet. I'm mad! Day, night, hour after hour, when I've been at work or at play, alone or in company, my plan has been to find her a husband. Now I've found someone of noble parentage, good looking, youthful, and well educated. He's got everything one would want in a man. And then to have this wretched fool, like a whining puppet, look at this good fortune and say, I won't get married. I cannot love, I'm too young, Please excuse me. Well, if you won't get married, I'll excuse you. Eat and stay where you like, but you will not live in this house with me. Think about it, I'm not joking here. Thursday is near. I swear, act like my daughter and I'll marry you to my friend. If not, you can beg, starve or die in the streets and I'll never acknowledge you. I'll never do anything for you or give you anything. Trust me, I won't go back on my word.
Juliet. Is there no pity in the world that can see my grief? Oh, my sweet mother, don't cast me away. Delay this marriage for a month or a week. If you don't, make my bridal bed in the coffin where Tybalt is.
Lady Capulet. Don't talk to me because I won't say anything. Do as you please. I'm done with you.
Exit Lady Capulet
Juliet. Oh, God, Oh, Nurse, how can this be stopped? My husband is alive and well on earth. My marriage vows were made in heaven. How can I break those vows on earth unless my husband dies and goes to heaven and breaks it from there. Tell me, please give me comfort. How can heaven play such terrible tricks on someone as weak as me? Say something. Haven't you got anything good to say to me, Nurse?
Nurse. Romeo has been banished so he can't dare to come back here to make you keep your vows. Even if he does come back, he has to do so undercover. Since things are the way they are, I think you should marry the count. He's a lovely gentleman. Romeo is a dishcloth when compared to him. The count's eyes are greener and quicker and better than an eagle's. I hate to say it, but I think you would be happier in this second marriage because it's much better than your first. Even if it isn't better, your first one is just as good as dead. Even if Romeo is as good as Paris, at least he doesn't live here now, so he's of no use to you.
Juliet. Are you serious?
Nurse. Of course I am.
Juliet. Well, you've given me great comfort. Go in and tell my mother I've gone to Friar Lawrence's cell to make a confession and be absolved from my sins for displeasing my father.
Nurse. Okay. I will. It's a good idea to do that.
Juliet. That damned old lady. What a wicked witch she is. I don't know which is worse; her wanting me to break my vows, or saying bad things about my husband after she praised him so many thousands of times before. Away with her. From now on, I'm not telling her anything I think in my heart. I'm going to the friar to know what to do about this. If all else fails, at least I have the power to take my own life.