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Act 2, scene 2
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Romeo and Juliet
Act 2, scene 2



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The prologue of Romeo and Juliet calls the title characters “star-crossed lovers”—and the stars do seem to conspire against these young lovers….


Act 1, scene 1

A street fight breaks out between the Montagues and the Capulets, which is broken up by the ruler of Verona,…

Act 1, scene 2

In conversation with Capulet, Count Paris declares his wish to marry Juliet. Capulet invites him to a party that night….

Act 1, scene 3

Lady Capulet informs Juliet of Paris’s marriage proposal and praises him extravagantly. Juliet says that she has not even dreamed…

Act 1, scene 4

Romeo and Benvolio approach the Capulets’ party with their friend Mercutio and others, wearing the disguises customarily donned by “maskers.”…

Act 1, scene 5

Capulet welcomes the disguised Romeo and his friends. Romeo, watching the dance, is caught by the beauty of Juliet. Overhearing…

Act 2, chorus

Again the Chorus’s speech is in the form of a sonnet.

Act 2, scene 1

Romeo finds himself so in love with Juliet that he cannot leave her. He scales a wall and enters Capulet’s…

Act 2, scene 2

From Capulet’s garden Romeo overhears Juliet express her love for him. When he answers her, they acknowledge their love and…

Act 2, scene 3

Determined to marry Juliet, Romeo hurries to Friar Lawrence. The Friar agrees to marry them, expressing the hope that the…

Act 2, scene 4

Mercutio and Benvolio meet the newly enthusiastic Romeo in the street. Romeo defeats Mercutio in a battle of wits. The…

Act 2, scene 5

Juliet waits impatiently for the Nurse to return. Her impatience grows when the Nurse, having returned, is slow to deliver…

Act 2, scene 6

Juliet meets Romeo at Friar Lawrence’s cell. After expressing their mutual love, they exit with the Friar to be married.

Act 3, scene 1

Mercutio and Benvolio encounter Tybalt on the street. As soon as Romeo arrives, Tybalt tries to provoke him to fight….

Act 3, scene 2

Juliet longs for Romeo to come to her. The Nurse arrives with the news that Romeo has killed Tybalt and…

Act 3, scene 3

Friar Lawrence tells Romeo that his punishment for killing Tybalt is banishment, not death. Romeo responds that death is preferable…

Act 3, scene 4

Paris again approaches Capulet about marrying Juliet. Capulet, saying that Juliet will do as she is told, promises Paris that…

Act 3, scene 5

Romeo and Juliet separate at the first light of day. Almost immediately her mother comes to announce that Juliet must…

Act 4, scene 1

Paris is talking with Friar Lawrence about the coming wedding when Juliet arrives. After Paris leaves, she threatens suicide if…

Act 4, scene 2

Capulet energetically directs preparations for the wedding. When Juliet returns from Friar Lawrence and pretends to have learned obedience, Capulet…

Act 4, scene 3

Juliet sends the Nurse away for the night. After facing her terror at the prospect of awaking in her family’s…

Act 4, scene 4

The Capulets and the Nurse stay up all night to get ready for the wedding. Capulet, hearing Paris approach with…

Act 4, scene 5

The Nurse finds Juliet in the deathlike trance caused by the Friar’s potion and announces Juliet’s death. Juliet’s parents and…

Act 5, scene 1

Romeo’s man, Balthasar, arrives in Mantua with news of Juliet’s death. Romeo sends him to hire horses for their immediate…

Act 5, scene 2

Friar John enters, bringing with him the letter that he was to have delivered to Romeo. He tells why he…

Act 5, scene 3

Paris visits Juliet’s tomb and, when Romeo arrives, challenges him. Romeo and Paris fight and Paris is killed. Romeo, in…

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Scene 2
Romeo comes forward.

 He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Enter Juliet above.

 But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
 It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.
 Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
5 Who is already sick and pale with grief
 That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
 Be not her maid since she is envious.
 Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
 And none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
10 It is my lady. O, it is my love!
 O, that she knew she were!
 She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that?
 Her eye discourses; I will answer it.

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 I am too bold. ’Tis not to me she speaks.
15 Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
 Having some business, do entreat her eyes
 To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
 What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
 The brightness of her cheek would shame those
20 stars
 As daylight doth a lamp; her eye in heaven
 Would through the airy region stream so bright
 That birds would sing and think it were not night.
 See how she leans her cheek upon her hand.
25 O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
 That I might touch that cheek!
JULIET  Ay me.
ROMEO, aside  She speaks.
 O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art
30 As glorious to this night, being o’er my head,
 As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
 Unto the white-upturnèd wond’ring eyes
 Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
 When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
35 And sails upon the bosom of the air.
 O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
 Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
 Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
 And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO, aside 
40 Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
 ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
 Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
 What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
 Nor arm, nor face. O, be some other name
45 Belonging to a man.
 What’s in a name? That which we call a rose

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 By any other word would smell as sweet.
 So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
 Retain that dear perfection which he owes
50 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
 And, for thy name, which is no part of thee,
 Take all myself.
ROMEO  I take thee at thy word.
 Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized.
55 Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
 What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
 So stumblest on my counsel?
ROMEO  By a name
 I know not how to tell thee who I am.
60 My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself
 Because it is an enemy to thee.
 Had I it written, I would tear the word.
 My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words
 Of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.
65 Art thou not Romeo, and a Montague?
 Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
 How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
 The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
 And the place death, considering who thou art,
70 If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
 With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls,
 For stony limits cannot hold love out,
 And what love can do, that dares love attempt.
 Therefore thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
75 If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

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 Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye
 Than twenty of their swords. Look thou but sweet,
 And I am proof against their enmity.
 I would not for the world they saw thee here.
80 I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
 And, but thou love me, let them find me here.
 My life were better ended by their hate
 Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love.
 By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
85 By love, that first did prompt me to inquire.
 He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.
 I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far
 As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
 I should adventure for such merchandise.
90 Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
 Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
 For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
 Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny
 What I have spoke. But farewell compliment.
95 Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say “Ay,”
 And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear’st,
 Thou mayst prove false. At lovers’ perjuries,
 They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
 If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
100 Or, if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
 I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,
 So thou wilt woo, but else not for the world.
 In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
 And therefore thou mayst think my havior light.
105 But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true

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 Than those that have more coying to be strange.
 I should have been more strange, I must confess,
 But that thou overheard’st ere I was ware
 My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
110 And not impute this yielding to light love,
 Which the dark night hath so discoverèd.
 Lady, by yonder blessèd moon I vow,
 That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—
 O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon,
115 That monthly changes in her circled orb,
 Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
 What shall I swear by?
JULIET  Do not swear at all.
 Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
120 Which is the god of my idolatry,
 And I’ll believe thee.
ROMEO  If my heart’s dear love—
 Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
 I have no joy of this contract tonight.
125 It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
 Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
 Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night.
 This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
 May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
130 Good night, good night. As sweet repose and rest
 Come to thy heart as that within my breast.
 O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
 What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
 Th’ exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

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135 I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
 And yet I would it were to give again.
 Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
 But to be frank and give it thee again.
 And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
140 My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
 My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
 The more I have, for both are infinite.
Nurse calls from within.
 I hear some noise within. Dear love, adieu.—
 Anon, good nurse.—Sweet Montague, be true.
145 Stay but a little; I will come again.She exits.
 O blessèd, blessèd night! I am afeard,
 Being in night, all this is but a dream,
 Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Reenter Juliet above.

 Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.
150 If that thy bent of love be honorable,
 Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow,
 By one that I’ll procure to come to thee,
 Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite,
 And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
155 And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
NURSE, within Madam.
 I come anon.—But if thou meanest not well,
 I do beseech thee—
NURSE, within Madam.
JULIET 160By and by, I come.—
 To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
 Tomorrow will I send.

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ROMEO So thrive my soul—
JULIET A thousand times good night.She exits.
165 A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
 Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their
 But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Enter Juliet above again.

 Hist, Romeo, hist! O, for a falc’ner’s voice
170 To lure this tassel-gentle back again!
 Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud,
 Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies
 And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine
 With repetition of “My Romeo!”
175 It is my soul that calls upon my name.
 How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,
 Like softest music to attending ears.
ROMEO  My dear.
JULIET 180 What o’clock tomorrow
 Shall I send to thee?
ROMEO  By the hour of nine.
 I will not fail. ’Tis twenty year till then.
 I have forgot why I did call thee back.
185 Let me stand here till thou remember it.
 I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
 Rememb’ring how I love thy company.

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 And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
 Forgetting any other home but this.
190 ’Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone,
 And yet no farther than a wanton’s bird,
 That lets it hop a little from his hand,
 Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
 And with a silken thread plucks it back again,
195 So loving-jealous of his liberty.
 I would I were thy bird.
JULIET  Sweet, so would I.
 Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.
 Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet
200 sorrow
 That I shall say “Good night” till it be morrow.
She exits.
 Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast.
 Would I were sleep and peace so sweet to rest.
 Hence will I to my ghostly friar’s close cell,
205 His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
He exits.