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Act 3, scene 5
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Romeo and Juliet
Act 3, scene 5



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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 5
Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft.

 Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
 It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
 That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.

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 Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
5 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
 It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
 No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
 Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east.
 Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day
10 Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
 I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
 Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I.
 It is some meteor that the sun exhaled
 To be to thee this night a torchbearer
15 And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
 Therefore stay yet. Thou need’st not to be gone.
 Let me be ta’en; let me be put to death.
 I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
 I’ll say yon gray is not the morning’s eye;
20 ’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.
25 How is ’t, my soul? Let’s talk. It is not day.
 It is, it is. Hie hence, begone, away!
 It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
 Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
 Some say the lark makes sweet division.
30 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.
35 O, now begone. More light and light it grows.

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 More light and light, more dark and dark our woes.

Enter Nurse.

NURSE Madam.
 Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
40 The day is broke; be wary; look about.She exits.
 Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
 Farewell, farewell. One kiss and I’ll descend.
They kiss, and Romeo descends.
 Art thou gone so? Love, lord, ay husband, friend!
 I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
45 For in a minute there are many days.
 O, by this count I shall be much in years
 Ere I again behold my Romeo.
ROMEO Farewell.
 I will omit no opportunity
50 That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
 O, think’st thou we shall ever meet again?
 I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
 For sweet discourses in our times to come.
 O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
55 Methinks I see thee, now thou art so low,
 As one dead in the bottom of a tomb.
 Either my eyesight fails or thou lookest pale.
 And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
 Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.He exits.

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60 O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
 That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
 For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
 But send him back.

Enter Lady Capulet.

LADY CAPULET 65 Ho, daughter, are you up?
 Who is ’t that calls? It is my lady mother.
 Is she not down so late or up so early?
 What unaccustomed cause procures her hither?
Juliet descends.
 Why, how now, Juliet?
JULIET 70 Madam, I am not well.
 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
75 love,
 But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
 Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
 So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
 Which you weep for.
JULIET 80 Feeling so the loss,
 I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
 Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much for his death
 As that the villain lives which slaughtered him.
 What villain, madam?

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LADY CAPULET 85 That same villain, Romeo.
JULIET, aside 
 Villain and he be many miles asunder.—
 God pardon him. I do with all my heart,
 And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.
 That is because the traitor murderer lives.
90 Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
 Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
 We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
 Then weep no more. I’ll send to one in Mantua,
 Where that same banished runagate doth live,
95 Shall give him such an unaccustomed dram
 That he shall soon keep Tybalt company.
 And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
 Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
 With Romeo till I behold him—dead—
100 Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vexed.
 Madam, if you could find out but a man
 To bear a poison, I would temper it,
 That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
 Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
105 To hear him named and cannot come to him
 To wreak the love I bore my cousin
 Upon his body that hath slaughtered him.
 Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man.
 But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
110 And joy comes well in such a needy time.
 What are they, beseech your Ladyship?
 Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,

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 One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
 Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy
115 That thou expects not, nor I looked not for.
 Madam, in happy time! What day is that?
 Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
 The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
 The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
120 Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
 Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
 He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
 I wonder at this haste, that I must wed
 Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.
125 I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
 I will not marry yet, and when I do I swear
 It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
 Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!
 Here comes your father. Tell him so yourself,
130 And see how he will take it at your hands.

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

 When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew,
 But for the sunset of my brother’s son
 It rains downright.
 How now, a conduit, girl? What, still in tears?
135 Evermore show’ring? In one little body
 Thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind.
 For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
 Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
 Sailing in this salt flood; the winds thy sighs,
140 Who, raging with thy tears and they with them,
 Without a sudden calm, will overset

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 Thy tempest-tossèd body.—How now, wife?
 Have you delivered to her our decree?
 Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
145 I would the fool were married to her grave.
 Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife.
 How, will she none? Doth she not give us thanks?
 Is she not proud? Doth she not count her blessed,
 Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
150 So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
 Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.
 Proud can I never be of what I hate,
 But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
 How, how, how, how? Chopped logic? What is this?
155 “Proud,” and “I thank you,” and “I thank you not,”
 And yet “not proud”? Mistress minion you,
 Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
 But fettle your fine joints ’gainst Thursday next
 To go with Paris to Saint Peter’s Church,
160 Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
 Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
 You tallow face!
LADY CAPULET  Fie, fie, what, are you mad?
JULIET, kneeling 
 Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
165 Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
 Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch!
 I tell thee what: get thee to church o’ Thursday,
 Or never after look me in the face.
 Speak not; reply not; do not answer me.
170 My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us

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 That God had lent us but this only child,
 But now I see this one is one too much,
 And that we have a curse in having her.
175 Out on her, hilding.
NURSE  God in heaven bless her!
 You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
 And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue.
 Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
180 I speak no treason.
CAPULET  O, God ’i’ g’ eden!
 May not one speak?
CAPULET  Peace, you mumbling fool!
 Utter your gravity o’er a gossip’s bowl,
185 For here we need it not.
LADY CAPULET You are too hot.
CAPULET God’s bread, it makes me mad.
 Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,
 Alone, in company, still my care hath been
190 To have her matched. And having now provided
 A gentleman of noble parentage,
 Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly ligned,
 Stuffed, as they say, with honorable parts,
 Proportioned as one’s thought would wish a man—
195 And then to have a wretched puling fool,
 A whining mammet, in her fortune’s tender,
 To answer “I’ll not wed. I cannot love.
 I am too young. I pray you, pardon me.”
 But, an you will not wed, I’ll pardon you!
200 Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.
 Look to ’t; think on ’t. I do not use to jest.
 Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart; advise.
 An you be mine, I’ll give you to my friend.

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 An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
205 For, by my soul, I’ll ne’er acknowledge thee,
 Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.
 Trust to ’t; bethink you. I’ll not be forsworn.
He exits.
 Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
 That sees into the bottom of my grief?—
210 O sweet my mother, cast me not away.
 Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
 Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
 In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
 Talk not to me, for I’ll not speak a word.
215 Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
She exits.
JULIET, rising 
 O God! O nurse, how shall this be prevented?
 My husband is on Earth, my faith in heaven.
 How shall that faith return again to Earth
 Unless that husband send it me from heaven
220 By leaving Earth? Comfort me; counsel me.—
 Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
 Upon so soft a subject as myself.—
 What sayst thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
 Some comfort, nurse.
NURSE 225 Faith, here it is.
 Romeo is banished, and all the world to nothing
 That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you,
 Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
 Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
230 I think it best you married with the County.
 O, he’s a lovely gentleman!
 Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,
 Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
 As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

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235 I think you are happy in this second match,
 For it excels your first, or, if it did not,
 Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were
 As living here and you no use of him.
 Speak’st thou from thy heart?
240 And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
 Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
 Go in and tell my lady I am gone,
245 Having displeased my father, to Lawrence’ cell
 To make confession and to be absolved.
 Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.She exits.
 Ancient damnation, O most wicked fiend!
 Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn
250 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
 Which she hath praised him with above compare
 So many thousand times? Go, counselor.
 Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
 I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.
255 If all else fail, myself have power to die.
She exits.