Actus Primus. Scoena Prima. 

76: Wife. A crutch, a crutch: why call you for a Sword? A crutch, you need a crutch—why are you asking for a sword?

Act I scene iii. (modern scene division)

352: Wife. Nurse wher's my daughter? call her forth to me.Nurse, where’s my daughter? Tell her to come to me.

360: Wife. This is the matter: Nurse giue me leaue awhile, we I’ll tell you what’s the matter—Nurse, leave us alone for a little while. We361: must talke in secret. Nurse come backe againe, I haue re-membred must talk privately—Nurse, come back here. I just remembered,362: me, thou'se heare our counsell. Thou knowest you can listen to our secrets. You know363: my daughter's of a prety age. how young my daughter is.

365: Wife. Shee's not fourteene.She’s not even fourteen. 

370: Wife. A fortnight and odde dayes. Two weeks and a few odd days.

397:  La.Cap. Inough of this, I pray thee hold thy peace. Enough of this. Please be quiet.

409:  La.Cap.Marry that marry is the very theame Well, marriage is exactly what410: I came to talke of, tell me daughter Iuliet,  we have to discuss. Tell me, my daughter Juliet,411: How stands your disposition to be Married? what is your attitude about getting married?

415: La.Cap.Well thinke of marriage now, yonger then youWell, start thinking about marriage now. There are girls younger than you416: Heere in Verona, Ladies of esteeme, Here in Verona, girls from noble families, 417: Are made already Mothers. By my count who have already become mothers. By my count, 

418: I was your Mother, much vpon these yeares I was already your mother at just about your age, 419: That you are now a Maide, thus then in briefe: while you remain a virgin. Well then, I’ll say this quickly: 420: The valiant Paris seekes you for his loue. the courageous Paris wants you as his bride.

423:  La.Cap.Veronas Summer hath not such a flower. Summertime in Verona has no flower as fine as him.425: La.Cap. What say you, can you loue the Gentleman? 

What do you say? Can you love this gentleman?426: This night you shall behold him at our Feast, Tonight you’ll see him at our feast. 427: Read ore the volume of young Paris face, Study Paris’s face428: And find delight, writ there with Beauties pen: and find pleasure in his beauty, drawn by the gods.429: Examine euery severall liniament, Examine every line of his features430: And see how one another lends content: and see how they work together to make him handsome. 431: And what obscur'd in this faire volume lies, If you are confused432: Find written in the Margent of his eyes. Just look into his eyes.433: This precious Booke of Loue, this vnbound Louer, The man is single,434: To Beautifie him, onely lacks a Couer.and he lacks only a bride to make him complete. 435: The fish liues in the Sea, and 'tis much pride As is right, fish live in the sea, and it’s wrong436: For faire without, the faire within to hide: for a beauty like you to hide from a handsome man like him. 437: That Booke in manies eyes doth share the glorie,Many people think he’s handsome, 438: That in Gold claspes, Lockes in the Golden storie: and whoever becomes his bride will be just as admired. 439: So shall you share all that he doth possesse, You would share all that he possesses, 440: By hauing him, making your selfe no lesse. and by having him you would lose nothing.

Act III scene i442: La.Cap.Speake briefly, can you like of Paris loue? Give us a quick answer. Can you accept Paris’s love?

451:  Mother. We follow thee, Iuliet, the Countie staies. We’ll follow you. Juliet, the count is waiting for you.

1590:Cap. Wi. Tybalt, my Cozin? O my Brothers Child, Tybalt was my nephew! He was my brother’s son! 1591: O Prince, O Cozin, Husband, O the blood is spild Oh Prince, oh nephew, oh husband! Oh, his flesh has been cut,1592: Of my deare kinsman. Prince as thou art true, Oh, my nephew is dead! Oh Prince, as you are a man of honor, 1593: For bloud of ours, shed bloud of Mountague. take revenge for this murder by killing someone from the Montague family. 1594: O Cozin, Cozin.Oh cousin, cousin!

1620:Cap. Wi. He is a kinsman to the Mountague, Benvolio is part of the Montague family. 1621: Affection makes him false, he speakes not true: 

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 His loyalties to the Montagues make him tell lies. He’s not telling the truth.1622: Some twenty of them fought in this blacke strife, There were twenty Montagues fighting in this awful riot,1623: And all those twenty could but kill one life. and together those twenty could only kill one man.1624: I beg for Iustice, which thou Prince must giue: I demand justice. You, Prince, are the man who can give me justice.1625: Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not liue. Romeo killed Tybalt. Romeo must die.

Act III scene iv. (modern scene division)

2004: Lady.I will, and know her mind early to morrow, I will. And I’ll find out what she thinks about marriage early tomorrow.2005: To night, she is mewed vp to her heauinesse.Tonight she is shut up in her room, alone with her sadness.

 

Act III scene v. (modern scene division)

2099: Lad. Ho Daughter, are you vp? Hello, daughter! Are you awake?

2103: Lad. Why how now Iuliet? What’s going on, Juliet?

2105: Lad. Euermore weeping for your Cozins death? Will you cry about your cousin’s death forever? 2106: What wilt thou wash him from his graue with teares? Are you trying to wash him out of his grave with tears? 2107: And if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him liue: If you could, you couldn’t bring him back to life. 2108: Therefore haue done, some griefe shewes much of Loue, So stop crying. A little bit of grief shows a lot of love.2109: But much of griefe, shewes still some want of wit. But too much grief makes you look stupid.

2111: Lad. So shall you feele the losse, but not the Friend You will feel the loss, but the man.2112: Which you weepe for. you weep for will feel nothing

2115: La. Well Girle, thou weep'st not so much for his death, Well, girl, you’re weeping not for his death 2116: As that the Villaine liues which slaughter'd him. as much as for the fact that the villain who killed him is still

alive.

2118: Lad. That same Villaine Romeo. That rogue, Romeo.

2122: Lad. That is because the Traitor liues.That’s because the murderer is alive.

2125: Lad. We will haue vengeance for it, feare thou not. We’ll have revenge for it. Don’t worry about that. 2126: Then weepe no more, Ile send to one in Mantua, Stop crying. I’ll send a man to Mantua, 2127: Where that same banisht Run-agate doth liue, where that exiled rogue is living.2128: Shall giue him such an vnaccustom'd dram, Our man will poison Romeo’s drink,2129: That he shall soone keepe Tybalt company: and Romeo will join Tybalt in death.2130: And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.And then, I hope, you’ll be satisfied.

2141: Mo.Find thou the meanes, and Ile find such a man.Find out the way, and I’ll find the right man. 2142: But now Ile tell thee ioyfull tidings Gyrle. But now I have joyful news for you, girl.

2145: Mo.Well, well, thou hast a carefull Father Child? Well, well, you have a careful father, child?2146: One who to put thee from thy heauinesse, He has lifted you from your sadness.2147: Hath sorted out a sudden day of ioy, He has arranged a sudden day of joy.2148: That thou expects not, nor I lookt not for. A day that you did not expect and that I did not seek out.

2150: Mo.Marry my Child, early next Thursday morne, Indeed, my child, early Thursday morning,2151: The gallant, young, and Noble Gentleman, the chivalrous, fledgling, and honorable man 2152: The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church, Count Paris at Saint Peter’s Church2153: Shall happily make thee a ioyfull Bride. will happily make you a joyful bride.

2162: Mo.Here comes your Father, tell him so your selfe, You father is entering the room, you can tell him how you feel2163: And see how he will take it at your hands.  And view how he’ll handle it.

2178: Lady. I sir; Yes, my lord,2179: But she will none, she giues you thankes, But she won’t agree. She says thank you but refuses. 2180: I would the foole were married to her graue. 

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I wish the boob were dead and married to her grave!

2199: Lady. Fie, fie, what are you mad? Shame! Shame! Are you crazy?

2221: La. You are too hot. You’re far too angry.

2249: Mo.Talke not to me, for Ile not speake a word, Don’t talk to me, I’m done speaking.2250: Do as thou wilt, for I haue done with thee. [Exit.]Do what you want, I’m done giving you advice.

Act iv. scene ii. (modern scene division)

2462: Mo.No not till Thursday, there's time inough.No, not until Thursday, there is plenty of time. 

2466: Mo.We shall be short in our prouision, We’ll be lacking supplies for the pary,2467: 'Tis now neere night. It’s almost evening.

Act IV scene iii. (modern scene division)2485: Mo.What are you busie ho? need you my help? What, are you busy? Do you need my help?

Mo.Goodnight. Sleep well.2493: Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [Exeunt.]Go to bed and get some rest. I’m sure you need it.

Act IV. scene iv. (modern scene division)2540: Lady. Hold, Wait2541: Take these keies, and fetch more spices Nurse. Take these keys and get more spices, Nurse.

2554: La. I you haue bin a Mouse-hunt in your time, Yes, you’ve been a ladies' man in your time. 2555: But I will watch you from such watching now. But I’ll make sure you don’t stay up any later now.

Act IV. scene v. (modern scene division) 

2592: Mo What noise is heere? [Enter Mother.]What’s all the commotion in this room?

2594: Mo.What is the matter? What’s wrong?

2596: Mo.O me, O me, my Child, my onely life: Oh my, Oh my! My child, my reason for living,2597: Reuiue, looke vp, or I will die with thee: wake up, look up, or I’ll die with you!

2598: Helpe, helpe, call helpe. Help, help! Call for help.

2602: M. Alacke the day, shee's dead, shee's dead, shee's dead. Curse the day! She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!

2609: Mo.O wofull time. Oh, miserable day!

2623: Mo.Accur'st, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day, Cursed, miserable, awful day of mourning,2624: Most miserable houre, that ere time saw This is the most miserable hour of all time!2625: In lasting labour of his Pilgrimage. In all of the time God has existed.2626: But one, poore one, one poore and louing Child, I had only one child, one unfortunate child, one unfortunate and tender child,2627: But one thing to reioyce and solace in, the one thing I had to rejoice and comfort myself,2628: And cruell death hath catcht it from my sight. and brutal Death has stolen it from me!

Act V. scene iii. (modern scene division)

3063: Wife.O the people in the streete crie Romeo. Some people in the street are crying “Romeo.” 3064: Some Iuliet, and some Paris, and all runne Some are crying “Juliet,” and some are crying “Paris.” 3065: With open outcry toward our Monument. They’re all running in an open riot toward our tomb.

3080: Wife. O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell Oh my! This sight of death is like a bell3081: That warnes my old age to a Sepulcher. that warns me I’m old and I’ll go to my grave soon.

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