Romeo and Juliet Act Iii Scenes 3 5 Reading Guide
Scene 5
Capulet's orchard and Juliet's chamber.
(Romeo; Juliet; Nurse; Lady Capulet; Capulet)
Romeo and Juliet part at the break of dawn, though Juliet wants to deny that it is that late. She almost convinces Romeo to stay, but then reality breaks in and she insists that he flee before he is caught. The Nurse announces that Lady Capulet is coming, and Romeo descends from the balcony to the garden. From her high vantage point, Juliet has a premonition that they will never meet again. He leaves. Lady Capulet comes in, and thinks that her daughter's distraction is grief over Tybalt's death. She tries to comfort her daughter by promising to have Romeo poisoned. She then tells her that she is to be married in two days, but Juliet, horrified, refuses. When Capulet hears of this, he is infuriated and swears to disown her unless she gives in, feeling she is rejecting all the efforts he has made to find her a good match. Lady Capulet refuses her daughter any sympathy. The Nurse, for her part, can see no solution other than agreeing to marry Paris, and recommends that she forget Romeo. Juliet is outraged at her suggestion, but sends her to tell her parents that she is going to Friar Lawrence's to confess. Once the Nurse has gone, Juliet curses her and decides never to trust her again. She is resolved to kill herself if Lawrence can't come up with a solution. (252 lines)
Enter Romeo and Juliet aloft at the window.
JUL. Juliet
Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree.
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
ROM. Romeo
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
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
JUL. Juliet
Yond light is not day-light, I know it, I;
It is some meteor that the sun exhal'd
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer
And light thee on thy way to Mantua.
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
ROM. 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.
JUL. Juliet
It is, it is! Hie hence, be gone, away!
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 loathed toad change eyes;
O now I would they had chang'd 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.
ROM. Romeo
More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
Enter Nurse hastily.
NURSE. Nurse
Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.
The day is broke, be wary, look about.
Exit.
JUL. Juliet
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
ROM. Romeo
Farewell, farewell! One kiss, and I'll descend.
He goeth down.
JUL. Juliet
Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days.
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Romeo!
ROM. Romeo
From below.
Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
JUL. Juliet
O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
ROM. Romeo
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our times to come.
JUL. Juliet
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
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.
ROM. Romeo
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
Exit.
JUL. Juliet
O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle;
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowm'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune:
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Within.
Ho, daughter, are you up?
JUL. Juliet
Who is't that calls? It is my lady mother.
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
She goeth down from the window.
Enter Mother, Lady Capulet.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Why, how now, Juliet?
JUL. Juliet
Madam, I am not well.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
And 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.
JUL. Juliet
Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend
Which you weep for.
JUL. Juliet
Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
JUL. Juliet
What villain, madam?
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
That same villain Romeo.
JUL. 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.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
That is because the traitor murderer lives.
JUL. Juliet
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.
Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not.
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,
Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;
And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied.
JUL. Juliet
Indeed I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—
Is my poor heart, so for a kinsman vex'd.
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
To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him
To wreak the love I bore my cousin
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
JUL. Juliet
And joy comes well in such a needy time.
What are they, beseech your ladyship?
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child,
One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expects not, nor I look'd not for.
JUL. Juliet
Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
JUL. Juliet
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.
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!
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Here comes your father, tell him so yourself;
And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse.
CAP. Capulet
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?
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,
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,
Without a sudden calm, will overset
Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife?
Have you delivered to her our decree?
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Ay, sir, but she will none, she gives you thanks.
I would the fool were married to her grave!
CAP. Capulet
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 blest,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bride?
JUL. Juliet
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.
CAP. Capulet
How how, how how, chopp'd logic! What is this?
"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,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-sickness carrion! Out, you baggage!
You tallow-face!
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Fie, fie, what, are you mad?
JUL. Juliet
Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
She kneels down.
CAP. Capulet
Hang thee, young baggage! Disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what: get thee to church a' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me!
My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest
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.
Out on her, hilding!
NURSE. Nurse
God in heaven bless her!
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
CAP. Capulet
And why, my Lady Wisdom? Hold your tongue,
Good Prudence, smatter with your gossips, go.
NURSE. Nurse
I speak no treason.
CAP. Capulet
O, God-i-goden!
NURSE. Nurse
May not one speak?
CAP. Capulet
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
For here we need it not.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
You are too hot.
CAP. Capulet
God's bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,
Alone, in company, still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly lien'd,
Stuff'd, as they say, with honorable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,
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 and you will not wed, I'll pardon you.
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.
And you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,
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.
Exit.
JUL. Juliet
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
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.
L. CAP. Lady Capulet
Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Exit.
JUL. Juliet
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
By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me!
Alack, alack, that heaven should practice stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What say'st thou? Hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.
NURSE. Nurse
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,
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,
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.
JUL. Juliet
Speak'st thou from thy heart?
NURSE. Nurse
And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.
JUL. Juliet
Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much.
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make confession and to be absolv'd.
NURSE. Nurse
Marry, I will, and this is wisely done.
Exit.
JUL. Juliet
She looks after Nurse.
Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare
So many thousand times? Go, counsellor,
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.
I'll to the friar to know his remedy;
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
Exit.
Romeo and Juliet Act Iii Scenes 3 5 Reading Guide
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