5

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

So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.

Juliet

                                   Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Juliet

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 loathèd 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 be gone! More light and light it grows.

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.

Nurse

Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.
I am the drudge and toil in your delight,
But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Go; I'll to dinner. Hie you to the cell.

Nurse

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.                      
Hie you to church; I must another way,
To fetch a ladder, by the which your love
Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark.
[In front of the Capulet house.  Enter Juliet]

Juliet

The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promised to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him — that's not so.
O, she is lame! Love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams
Driving back shadows over louring hills.
Therefore do nimble-pinioned doves draw Love,
And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve             
Is three long hours, yet she is not come.

Romeo

                                       Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.

Benvolio

Away, begone; the sport is at the best.

Romeo

Ay, so I fear, the more is my unrest.

Capulet

Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;                       
We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.
[They indicate that they must leave.]
Is it e'en so? Why, then, I thank you all.
I thank you, honest gentlemen, good night.

Nurse

Madam, your mother craves a word with you. 
[Juliet goes to her mother]             

Romeo

What is her mother?

Nurse

                                   Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous;
I nursed her daughter that you talked withal.
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.

Romeo

                                       Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.

Nurse

Madam, your mother craves a word with you. 
[Juliet goes to her mother]             

Romeo

What is her mother?

Nurse

                                   Marry, bachelor,
Her mother is the lady of the house,
And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous;
I nursed her daughter that you talked withal.
I tell you, he that can lay hold of her
Shall have the chinks.

Romeo

                                       Is she a Capulet?
O dear account! My life is my foe's debt.

Romeo

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

Juliet

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

Romeo

Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
[He kisses her]
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Juliet

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Romeo

Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.
[He kisses her again]

Juliet

                                        You kiss by th' book.

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