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 grey 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 to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? Let's talk; it is not day. Read more about Act 3, Scene 5: Popup Note Index Item: "Cynthia's brow"
Friar Laurence Hold thy desperate hand. Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. Unseemly woman in a seeming man, And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both. Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "unseemly" and "ill-beseeming"
Nurse O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Romeo As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her, as that name's cursèd hand Murdered her kinsman. O tell me, friar, tell me, In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? Tell me, that I may sack The hateful mansion. Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "sack the hateful mansion"
Nurse O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again. Romeo As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her, as that name's cursèd hand Murdered her kinsman. O tell me, friar, tell me, Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "deadly level"
Romeo Nurse! Nurse Ah sir! Ah sir! Death's the end of all. Romeo Spakest thou of Juliet? How is it with her? Doth she not think me an old murderer, Now I have stained the childhood of our joy With blood removed but little from her own? Where is she, and how doth she, and what says My concealed lady to our cancelled love? Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "concealed" and "cancelled"
Romeo More honorable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo. They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin. But Romeo may not; he is banishèd. Flies may do this, but I from this must fly. They are free men, but I am banishèd. Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "flies" and "fly"
Romeo Father, what news? What is the prince's doom? What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand That I yet know not? Friar Laurence Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. Romeo What less than doomsday is the prince's doom? Friar Laurence A gentler judgment vanished from his lips: Not body's death, but body's banishment. Read more about Act 3, Scene 3: Popup Note Index Item: "doomsday"
Juliet 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banishèd;' That 'banishèd,' that one word 'banishèd,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough if it had ended there; Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be ranked with other griefs, Why followed not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,' ‘Thy father,’ or ‘thy mother,’ nay, or both, Which modern lamentations might have moved? But with a rearward following Tybalt's death: Romeo is "banishèd." To speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead — Romeo is “banishèd” – Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "rearward"
Juliet Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have killed my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "tributary"
Juliet O God, did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Nurse It did, it did, alas the day, it did! Juliet O serpent heart hid with a flow'ring face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant, fiend angelical, Dove-feathered raven, wolvish-ravening lamb, Despisèd substance of divinest show, Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damnèd saint, an honorable villain. O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace! Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet Nurse Juliet [Exit] Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Just opposite to what thou justly seemst"
