{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3299", "width": "2486", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET.", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3071", "width": "2301", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "Green Room Sdition\\nRomeo and Juliet\\nBy\\nWilliam Shakespeare\\nIllustrated by photographs from life of Maude Adams,\\nand oth^r members of her company, by Byron and\\nSarony, and also by illtistrations by Andriolli\\nNew York and Boston\\nH. M. Caldwell Company\\nS Publishers\\nL-", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "38524\\nt pa^y of cJ^^Jil^\\ntwo CopiFs Recfived\\nAUG 20 1900\\nCopyright entry\\n10^ t(^ S^\\nSECOND copy.\\nDelivered to\\nOROLR DIVISION,\\nSEP 6 1900\\nCopyright, i88y.\\nBy Samuel E. Cassino.\\nCopyright, igoo.\\nBy H. M. Caldwell Co.\\n74121\\nRomeo and Juliet", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "Facsimile\\nOF THE\\nORIGINAL PROGRAMME\\nTHE CAST\\nAs -produced at the Empire Theatre^ New Tork^ May 8th, iSgg.\\nMiss Maude Adams, in a special production of Shakespeare s\\ntragedy of Romeo and Juliet, with William Faversham as\\nRomeo, and James K. Hackett as Mercutio. (By arrangement\\nwith Daniel Frohman.)\\nDRAMATIS PERSONS.\\nEscALUs, prince of Verona\\nParis, a young nobleman, kinsman to the\\nprince\\nMontague heads of two houses at J\\nCapulet variance with each other\\nAn Old Man, of the Capulet family\\nRomeo, son to Montague\\nMercutio, kinsman to the prince, and\\nfriend to Romeo\\nBenvolio, nephew to Montague, and\\nfriend to Romeo\\nTybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet\\nFriar Laurence, a Franciscan\\nFriar John, of the same order\\nBalthazar, servant to Romeo\\nSampson i\\nservants to Capulet\\nGregory\\nPeter, servant to Juliet s nurse\\nAbraham, servant to Montague\\nAn Apothecary\\nGeorge Fawcett\\nOrrin Johnson\\nW. H. Crompton\\nEugene Jepson\\nFrederick Spencer\\nWilliam Faversham\\nJames K. Hackett\\nJos. Francoeur\\nCampbell Gollan\\nW. H. Thompson\\nGeo. Osborne, Jr.\\nG. H. Howard\\nWallace Jackson\\nThomas Valentine\\nR. Peyton Carter\\nGeorge Irving\\nNorman Campbell", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Lady Capulet, wife to Capulet Miss Helen Morgan\\nJuliet, daughter to Capulet Miss Maude Adams\\nNurse to Juliet Mrs. W. G. Jones\\nPages to Paris, Mercutio, Capulet, etc. Citizens of\\nVerona, Kinsfolk of both houses. Maskers, Guards, Musicians\\nand Attendants.\\nSCENE Verona, Mantua.\\nThe FIRST ACT Scene i\\nScene 2\\nScene 3\\nScene 4\\nThe SECOND ACT Scene i\\nScene 2\\nScene 3\\nrbe THIRD ACT Scene i\\nScene 2\\nScene 3\\nThe FOURTH ACT Scene i\\nScene 2\\nScene 3\\nThe FIFTH ACT Scene i\\nScene 2\\nScene 3\\nPERIOD\u00e2\u0080\u0094 14th Century.\\nVerona. A public place.\\nBefore Capulet s house.\\nHall in Capulet s house.\\nCapulet s garden.\\nFriar Laurence s cell.\\nA street.\\nCapulet s garden.\\nFriar Laurence s cell.\\nA street.\\nFriar Laurence s cell.\\nJuliet s Chamber.\\nFriar Laurence s cell.\\nJuliet s Chamber.\\nMantua. A street.\\nVerona. A churchyard.\\nTomb of the Capulets.\\nProduced under the stage direction of William Seymour.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "DKAMATIS PEESON^.\\nEscALUS, prince of Verona.\\nParis, a young nobleman, kinsman\\nto the prince.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0J heads of two houses at\\nMontague,\\nvariance with each\\nCapulet,\\nJ other.\\nAn old man of the Capulet family.\\nRomeo, son to Montague.\\nMercutio, kinsman to the prince,\\nand friend to Romeo.\\nBenvolio, nephew to Montague,\\nand friend to Romeo.\\nTybalt, nephew to Lady Capulet.\\nFriar Laurence,\\nFriar John,\\nBalthasar, servant to Romeo.\\nSajipson,\\nGregory.\\nFranciscans.\\nservants to Capulet.\\nPeter, servant to Juliet s nurse.\\nAbram, servant to Montague.\\nAn Apothecary.\\nThree Musicians.\\nPage to Paris; another Page; an\\nOfficer.\\nLady Montague, wife to Montague.\\nLady Capulet, wife to Capulet.\\nJuliet, daughter to Capulet.\\nNurse to Juliet.\\nCitizens of Verona; Kinsfolk of both\\nhouses; Maskers, Guards, Watch-\\nmen, and Attendants.\\nChorus.\\nScene Verona Mantua.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "PROLOGUE.\\nTwo households, both alike in dignity,\\nIn fair Verona, where we lay our scene,\\nFrom ancient grudge break to new mutiny.\\nWhere civil blood makes civil hands unclean.\\nFrom forth the fatal loins of these two foes\\nA pair of star-cross d lovers take their life,\\nWhose misadventur d piteous overthrows\\nDoth with their death bury their parents strife.\\nThe fearful passage of their death-mark d love.\\nAnd the continuance of their parents rage.\\nWhich, but their children s end, nought could remove,\\nIs now the two hours traffic of our stage\\nThe which if you with patient ears attend.\\nWhat here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nACT I.\\nScene I. Verona. A Public Place.\\nEnter Sampson and Gregory, of the house of Capidet,\\nwith sivords and bucklers.\\nSampson. Gregory, on my word, we ll not carry coals.\\nGregory. No, for then we should be colliers.\\nSampson. I mean, an we be in choler, we ll draw.\\nGregory. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o\\nthe collar.\\nSam.pson. I strike quickly, being moved.\\nGregory. But thou art not quickly moved to strike.\\nSampson. A dog of the house of Montague moves me.\\nGregory. To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to\\nstand therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn st away.\\nSampson. A dog of that house shall move me to stand;\\nI will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague s.\\nGregory. That shows thee a weak slave for the weak-\\nest goes to the wall.\\nSampson. True; and therefore women, being the weaker\\nvessels, are ever thrust to the wall therefore I will push\\n9", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "10 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMontague s men from the wall, and thrust his maids to\\nthe wall.\\nGregory. The quarrel is between our masters and us\\ntheir men.\\nSampson. Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant\\nwhen I have fought with the men, I will be cruel with\\nthe maids, and cut oif their heads.\\nGregory. Draw thy tool here comes two of the house\\nof the Montagues.\\nSampson. My naked weapon is out; quarrel, I will\\nback thee.\\nGregory. How turn thy back and run\\nSampson. Fear me not.\\nGregory. No, marry I fear thee\\nSampson. Let us take the law of our sides let them\\nbegin.\\nGregory. T will frown as I pass by, and let them take\\nit as they list.\\nSampson. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb\\nat them which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.\\nEnter Abram and Balthasak.\\nAbram. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir\\nSampson. I do bite my thumb, sir.\\nAbram. Do you bite your thumb at us, sir\\nSampson. [Aside to Gregory Is the law of our side if\\nI say ay", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. H\\nGregory. No.\\nSampson. No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,\\nbut I bite my thumb, sir.\\nGregory. Do you quarrel, sir\\nAbram. Quarrel, sir no, sir.\\nSampson. If you do, sir, I am for you I serve as good\\na man as you.\\nAbram. No better.\\nSampson. Well, sir.\\nGregory. [^Aside to Sampson^ Say better; here comes\\none of my master s kinsmen.\\nSampson. Yes, better, sir.\\nAbram. You lie.\\nSampson. Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember\\nthy swashing blow. \\\\_They fight.\\nEnter Benvolio.\\nBenvoUo. Part, fools\\nPut up your swords you know not what you do.\\n[Beats down their swords.\\nEnter Tybalt.\\nTybalt. What, art thou drawn among these heartless\\nhinds\\nTurn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.\\nBenvolio. I do but keep the peace put up thy sword,\\nOr manage it to part these men with me.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "12 BOjIEO and JULIET.\\nTybalt. What, drawn, and talk of peace I hate the\\nword,\\nAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee\\nHave at thee, coward \\\\_Tliey fight.\\nEnter several of both houses, who join the fray; then\\nenter Citizens, with clubs.\\nFirst Citizen. Clubs, bills, and partisans strike beat\\nthem down\\nDown with the Capulets down with the Montagues\\nEnter Capulet in his gotvn, and Lady Capulet.\\nCapulet. What noise is this Give nie my long\\nsword, ho\\nLady Caindet. A crutch, a crutch why call you for\\na sword\\nCaindet. My sword, I say Old Montague is come.\\nAnd flourishes his blade in spite of me.\\nEnter Montague and Lady Montague.\\n2Iontacjue. Thou villain Capulet! Hold me not, le^.\\nme go.\\nLady Montague. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a\\nfoe.\\nEnter Prince, tvith his train.\\nPrince. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,\\nProfaners of this neighbor-stained steel,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 13\\nWill they not hear What, ho you men, you beasts,\\nThat quench the fire of your pernicious rage\\nWith purple fountains issuing from your veins,\\nOn pain of torture, from those bloody hands\\nThrow your mistemper d weapons to the ground,\\nAnd hear the sentence of your moved prince.\\nThree civil brawls, bred of an airy word.\\nBy thee, old Capulet, and Montague,\\nHave thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets,\\nAnd made Verona s ancient citizens\\nCast by their grave beseeming ornaments.\\nTo wield old partisans, in hands as old,\\nCanker d with peace, to part your canker d hate.\\nIf ever you disturb our streets again.\\nYour lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.\\nFor this time, all the rest depart away\\nYou, Capulet, shall go along with me\\nAnd, Montague, come you this afternoon,\\nTo know our further pleasure in this case,\\nTo old Freetown, our common judgment-place.\\nOnce more, on pain of death, all men depart.\\n^Exeunt all but Montague, Lady 3Iontague, and Benvolio.\\nMontague. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach\\nSpeak, nephew, were you by when it began\\nBenvolio. Here were the servants of your adversary\\nAnd yours close fighting ere I did approach.\\nI drew to part them in the instant came", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "14- BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nThe fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar d\\nWhich, as he breath d defiance to my ears,\\nHe swung about his head and cut the winds,\\nWho, nothing hurt withal, hiss d him in scorn.\\nWhile we were interchanging thrusts and blows.\\nCame more and more, and fought on part and part.\\nTill the prince came, who parted either part.\\nLady Montague. 0, where is Eomeo saw you him\\nto-day\\nRight glad I am he was not at this fray.\\nBenvolio. Madam, an hour before the worshipp d sun\\nPeer d forth the golden window of the east,\\nA troubled mind drave me to walk abroad\\nWhere, underneath the grove of sycamore\\nThat westward rooteth from the city s side.\\nSo early walking did I see your son.\\nTowards him I made, but he was ware of me\\nAnd stole into the covert of the wood\\nI, measuring his affections by my own.\\nWhich then most sought where most might not be found,\\nBeing one too many by my weary self,\\nPursued my humor not pursuing his.\\nAnd gladly shunn d who gladly fled from me.\\nMontague. Many a morning hath he there been seen\\nWith tears augmenting the fresh morning s dew,\\nAdding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs\\nBut all so soon as the all-cheering sun", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 15\\nShould in the farthest east begin to draw\\nThe shady curtains from Aurora s bea,\\nAway from light steals home my heavy son,\\nAnd private in his chamber pens himself,\\nShuts up his window, locks fair daylight out,\\nAnd makes himself an ar|;ificial night.\\nBlack and portentous must this humor prove.\\nUnless good counsel may the cause remove.\\nBenvolio. My noble uncle, do you know the cause\\nMontague. I neither know it nor can learn of him.\\nBenvolio. Have you importun d him by any means\\nMontague. Both by myself and many other friends\\nBut he, his own affections counsellor.\\nIs to himself I will not say how true\\nBut to himself so secret and sd close,\\nSo far from sounding and discovery.\\nAs is the bud bit with an envious worm,\\nEre he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,\\nOr dedicate his beauty to the sun.\\nCould we but learn from whence his sorrows grow\\nWe would as willingly give cure as know.\\nEnter Eomeo.\\nBenvolio. See, where he comes so please you, step\\naside\\nI ll know his grievance, or be much deniea.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "15 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMontague. I would tliou wert so happy by tliy stay,\\nTo hear true slirif t. Come, madam, let s away.\\n[^Exeunt Montague and Lady.\\nBenvolio. Good morrow, cousin.\\nRomeo. Is the day so young\\nBenvolio. But new struck nine.\\nRomeo. Ay me sad hours seem long.\\nWas that my father that went hence so fast\\nBenvolio. It was. What sadness lengthens Borneo s\\nhours\\nRomeo. Not having that which, having, makes them\\nshort.\\nBenvolio. In love\\nRomeo. Out\\nBenvolio. Of love\\nRomeo. Out of her favor, where I am in love.\\nBenvolio. Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,\\nShould be so tyrannous and rough in proof\\nRomeo. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,\\nShould without eyes see pathways to his will\\nWhere si: all we dine O me what fray was here\\nYet tell me not, for I have heard it all.\\nHere s much to do with hate, but more with love.\\nWhy, then, brawling love loving hate\\nO anything, of nothing first created\\nheavy lightness serious vanity\\nIMisshapen chaos of well-seeming forms", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 17\\nFeather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health\\nStill-waking sleep, that is not what it is\\nThis love feel I, that feel no love in this.\\nDost thou not laugh\\nBenvolw, No, coz, I rather weep.\\nRomeo. Good heart, at what\\nBenvolio. At thy good heart s oppression.\\nRomeo. Why, such is love s transgression.\\nGriefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,\\nWhich thou wilt propagate, to have it prest\\nWith more of thine this love that thou hast shown\\nDoth add more grief to too much of mine own.\\nLove is a smoke rais d with the fume of sighs\\nBeing purg d, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes\\nBeing vex d, a sea nourish d with lovers tears\\nWhat is it else a madness most discreet,\\nA choking gall, and a preserving sweet.\\nFarewell, my coz.\\nBenvolio. Soft I will go along\\nAn if you leave me so, you do me wrong.\\nRomeo. Tut, I have lost myself I am not here\\nThis is not Romeo, he s some other where.\\nBenvolio. Tell me in sadness who is that you love.\\nRomeo. What, shall I groan and tell thee\\nBenvolio. Groan why, no\\nBut sadly tell me who.\\nRomeo. Bid a sick man in sadness make his will;", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "18 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nAh, word ill urg d to one that is so ill\\nIn sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.\\nBenvolio. I aini d so near when I suppos d you lov d.\\nRomeo. A right good mark-man And she s fair I love.\\nBenvolio. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.\\nRomeo. Well, in that hit you miss she ll not be hit\\nWith Cupid s arrow she hath Dian s wit.\\nAnd, in strong proof of chastity well arm d,\\nFrom love s weak childish bow she lives unharm d.\\nShe will not stay the siege of loving terms.\\nNor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,\\nNor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold\\n0, she is rich in beauty only poor\\nThat, when she dies, with beauty dies her store.\\nBenvolio. Then she hath sworn that she will still live\\nchaste\\nRomeo. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge\\nwaste\\nFor beauty starv d with her severity\\nCuts beauty off from all prosperity.\\nShe is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,\\nTo merit bliss by making me despair\\nShe hath forsworn to love, and in that vow\\nDo I live dead that live to tell it now.\\nBenvolio. Be rul d by me, forget to think of her.\\nRomeo. 0, teach me how I should forget to think.\\nBenvolio. By giving liberty unto thine eyes\\nExamine other beauties.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. ig\\nRomeo. Tis the way\\nTo call hers, exquisite, in question more.\\nThese happy masks that kiss fair ladies brows,\\nBeing black, put us in mind they hide the fair;\\nHe that is strucken blind cannot forget\\nThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost.\\nShow me a mistress that is passing fair.\\nWhat doth her beauty serve but as a note\\nWhere I may read who pass d that passing fair\\nFarewell thou canst not teach me to forget.\\nBenvolio. I ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.\\n[Exeunt^\\nScene II. A Street.\\nEnter Capulet, Paris, and Servant.\\nCapulet. But Montague is bound as well as I,\\nIn penalty alike and tis not hard, I think,\\nFor men so old as we to keep the peace.\\nParis. Of honorable reckoning are you both\\nAnd pity tis you liv d at odds so long.\\nBut now, my lord, what say you to my suit\\nCapulet. But saying o er what I have said before,\\n^ly child is yet a stranger in the world\\nShe hath not seen the change of fourteen years\\nLet two more summers wither in their pride,\\nEre we may think her ripe to be a bride.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "20 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nParis. Younger than she are happy mothers made.\\nCapidet. And too soon marr d are those so early made.\\nThe earth has swallow d all my hopes but she,\\nShe is the hopeful lady of my earth\\nBut woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,\\nMy will to her consent is but a part\\nAn she agree, within her scope of choice\\nLies my consent and fair according voice.\\nThis night I hold an old accustom d feast,\\nWhereto I have invited many a guest,\\nSuch as I love and you, among the store,\\nOne more, most welcome, makes my number more.\\nAt my poor house look to behold this night\\nEarth-treading stars that make dark heaven light\\nSuch comfort as do lusty young men feel\\nWhen well-apparell d April on the heel\\nOf limping winter treads, even such delight\\nAmong fresh female buds shall you this night\\nInherit at my house hear all, all see.\\nAnd like her most whose merit most shall be\\nWhich on more view of many, mine being one\\nMay stand in number, though in reckoning none.\\nCome, go with me. \\\\_To servant, giving a 2^(^P i^ GrO,\\nsirrah, trudge about\\nThrough fair VeroUa find those persons out,\\nWhose names are Avritten there, and to them say.\\nMy house and welcome on their pleasure stay.\\n\\\\_Exeunt Caindet and Paris.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 21\\nServant. Find them out whose names are written here\\nIt is written that the shoemaker shouhl meddle with his\\nyard and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his\\npencil and the painter with his nets but I am sent to\\nfind those persons whose names are here writ, and can\\nnever find what names the writing person hath here Avrit.\\nI must to the learned. In good time.\\nEnter Benvolio and Romeo.\\nBenvol io. Tut, man, one fire burns out another s burn-\\nOne pain is lessen d by another s anguish\\nTurn giddy, and be holp by backward turning\\nOne desperate grief cures with another s languish\\nTake thou some new infection to thy eye.\\nAnd the rank poison of the old will die.\\nRomeo. Your plantain-leaf is excellent for that.\\nBenvolio. For what, I pray thee\\nRomeo. For your broken shin.\\nBenvolio. Why, Romeo, art thou mad\\nRomeo. ISTot mad, but bound more than a madman is\\nShut up in prison, kept without my food,\\nWhipp d and tormented and Good-den, good fellow.\\nServant. God gi good-den. I pray, sir, can you read?\\nRomeo. Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.\\nServant. Perhaps you have learned it without book\\nbut, I pray, can you read anything you see", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "22 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nBorneo. Ay, if I know the letters and the language.\\nServant. Ye say honestly rest you merry\\nRomeo. Stay, fellow I can read.\\n[Reads] Sipiior Martino and his wife and daughter;\\nCounty Anselme and his beauteous sisters the lady widow\\nof Vitruvio Slgnior Placentio and his lovely nieces\\nMercutio and his brother Valentine mine uncle Capulet,\\nhis wife, and daughters my fair niece Rosaline Livia\\nSignior Valentio and his cousin Tybalt; Lucio and the\\nlively Helena.\\nA fair assembly whither should they come\\nServant. Up.\\nRomeo. Whither\\nServant. To supper to our house.\\nRomeo. Whose house\\nServant. My master s.\\nRomeo. Indeed, I should have ask d you that before.\\nServant. Now I ll tell you without asking my master\\nis the great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house\\nof Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.\\nRest you merry \\\\_Exit.\\nBenvolio. At this same ancient feast of Capulet s\\nSups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov st,\\nWith all the admired beauties of Verona.\\nGo thither, and with unattainted eye\\nCompare her face with some that I shall show.\\nAnd I will make thee think thy swan a crow.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 23\\nBorneo. When the devout religion of mine eye\\nMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires\\nAnd these, who often drown d could never die,\\nTransparent heretics, be burnt for liars\\nOne fairer than my love the all-seeing sun\\nNe er saw her match since first the world begun.\\nBenvolio. Tut you saw her fair, none else being by,\\nHerself pois d with herself in either eye\\nBut in that crystal scales let there be weigh d\\nYour lady s love against some other maid\\nThat I will show you shining at this feast.\\nAnd she shall scant show well that now shows best.\\nRomeo. I ll go along, no such sight to be shown.\\nBut to rejoice in splendor of mine own. \\\\Exeunt.\\nScene III. A Boom in Cajpulefs House.\\nEnter Lady Capulet and Kurse.\\nLady Capulet. Kurse, where s my daughter call her\\nforth to me.\\nNurse. Now, by my maidenhead at twelve year old,\\nI bade her come. What, lamb what, lady -bird\\nGod forbid \u00e2\u0080\u0094Where s this girl What, Juliet\\nEnter Juliet.\\nJuliet. How now who calls\\nNtirse. Your mother.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "24 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. Madam, I am here.\\nWhat is your will\\nLad}/ Ccqyulet. This is the matter: Nurse, give leave\\nawhile,\\nWe must talk in secret. Nurse, come back again\\nT have remember d me, thou s hear our counsel.\\nThou know st my daughter s of a pretty age.\\nNurse. Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.\\nLady Caindet. She s not fourteen.\\nNurse. I ll lay fourteen of m.j teeth,\\nAnd yet, to my teen be it spoken, I have but four,\\nShe is not fourteen. How long is it now\\nTo Lammas-tide\\nLady Capulet. A fortnight and odd days.\\nNurse. Even or odd, of all days in the year,\\nCome Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.\\nSusan and she God rest all Christian souls\\nWere of an age well, Susan is with God\\nShe was too good for me but, as I said,\\nOn Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen\\nThat shall she, marry I remember it well.\\nTis since the earthquake noAv eleven years\\nAnd she was wean d, I never shall forget it,\\nOf all the days of the year, upon that day\\nFor I had then laid wormwood to my dug,\\nSitting in the sun under the dove-house wall\\nMy lord and you were then at Mantua.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 25\\nKay, I do bear a brain but, as I said,\\nWhen it did taste tlie wormwood on the nipple\\nOf my dug, and felt it bitter, pretty fool.\\nTo see it tetchy and fall out with the dug\\nShake, quoth the dove-house twas no need, I trow,\\nTo bid me trudge.\\nAnd since that time it is eleven years\\nFor then she could stand alone nay, by the rood,\\nShe could have run and waddled all about.\\nGod mark thee to his grace\\nThou wast the prettiest babe that e er I nurs d\\nAn I might live to see thee married once,\\nI have my wish.\\nLady Capulet. Marry, that marry is the very theme\\nI came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,\\nHow stands your disposition to be married\\nJuliet. It is an honor that I dream not of.\\nNurse. An honor were not I thine only nurse,\\nI would say thou hadst suek d wisdom from thy teat.\\nLady Capulet. Well, think of marriage now younger\\nthan you\\nHere in Verona, ladies of esteem,\\nAre made already mothers by my count,\\nI was your mother much upon these years\\nThat you are now a maid. Thus then in brief\\nThe valiant Paris seeks you for his love.\\nJSfurse. A man, young lady lady, such a man\\nAs all the world why, he s a man of wax.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "26 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nLady Capulet. Verona s summer hath not such a flower.\\nNurse. Nay, he s a flower in faith, a very flower.\\nLady Capulet. What say you can you love the gen-\\ntleman\\nThis night you shall behold him at our feast\\nRead o er the volume of young Paris face,\\nAnd find delight writ there with beauty s pen;\\nExamine every married lineament\\nAnd see how one another lends content,\\nA.nd what obscur d in this fair volume lies\\nFind written in the margent of his eyes.\\nThis precious book of love, this unbound lover,\\nTo beautify him, only lacks a cover\\nThe fish lives in the sea, and tis much pride\\nFor fair without the fair within to hide.\\nThat book in many s eyes doth share the glory,\\nThat in gold clasps locks in the golden story\\nSo shall you share all that he doth possess.\\nBy having him making yourself no less.\\nSpeak briefly, can you like of Paris love\\nJuliet. I ll look to like, if looking liking move\\nBut no more deep will I endart mine eye\\nThan your consent gives strength to make it fly.\\nEnter a Servant.\\nServant. Madam, the guests are come, supper served\\nup, you called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 27\\nin the pantry, and everything in extremity. I must\\nhence to wait I be,seech you, follow straight.\\nLady Cajpulet. We follow thee. \\\\Exit Servant.\\nJuliet, the county stays.\\nNurse. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.\\n\\\\_Exeunt.\\nScene IV. A Street.\\nEnter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six\\nMaskers, Torch-bearers, and others.\\nRomeo. What, shall this speech be spoke for our ex-\\ncuse\\nOr shall we on without apology\\nBenvolio. The date is out of such prolixity.\\nWe ll have no Cupid hoodwink d with a scarf,\\nBearing a Tartar s painted bow of lath,\\nScaring the ladies like a crow-keeper\\nNor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke\\nAfter the prompter, for our entrance\\nBut let them measure us by what they will,\\nWe ll measure them a measure, and be gone.\\nRomeo. Give me a torch I am not for this ambling\\nBeing but heavy, I will bear the light.\\nMercutio. Nay, gentle Romeo, Ave must have you dance.\\nRomeo. Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes\\nWith nimble soles I have a soul of lead\\nSo stakes me to the ground I cannot move.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "28 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nMercutio. You are a lover borrow Cupid s wings,\\nAnd soar with them above a common bound.\\nRomeo. I am too sore enpierced with his shaft\\nTo soar Avith his light feathers, and, so bound,\\nI cannot bound a pitch above dull woe\\nUnder love s heavy burden do I sink.\\nMercutio. And, to sink in it, should you burden love\\nToo great oppression for a tender thing.\\nRomeo. Is love a tender thing it is too rough,\\nToo rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.\\nMercutio. If love be rough with you, be rough with\\nlove;\\nPrick love for pricking, and jovi beat love down.\\nGive me a case to put my visage in\\n\\\\_Putting on a mask.\\nA visor for a visor what care I\\nWhat curious eye doth quote deformities\\nHere are the beetle-brows shall blush for me.\\nBenvolio. Come, knock and enter and no sooner in,\\nBut every man betake him to his legs.\\nRomeo. A torch for me let wantons light of heart\\nTickle the senseless rushes with their heels,\\nFor I am proverb d with a grandsire phrase\\nI ll be a candle-holder, and look on.\\nThe game was ne er so fair, and I am done.\\nMercutio. Tut, dun s the mouse, the constable s own\\nword:", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 29\\nIf thou art Dun, we ll draw thee from the mire\\nOf this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick st\\nUp to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho\\nRomeo. Nay, that s not so.\\nMercutio. I mean, sir, in delay\\nWe waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.\\nTake our good meaning, for our judgment sits\\nFive times in that ere once in our five wits.\\nBorneo. And we mean well in going to this mask\\nBut tis no wit to go.\\nMercutio. Why, may one ask\\nBorneo. I dreamt a dream to-night.\\nMercutio. ^nd so did I.\\nRomeo. Well, what was yours\\nMercutio. That dreamers often lie.\\nRovieo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.\\nMercutio. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with\\nyou.\\nShe is the fairies midwife, and she comes\\nIn shape no bigger than an agate-stone\\nOn the fore-finger of an alderman,\\nDrawn with a team of little atomies\\nAthwart men s noses as they lie asleep\\nHer wagon-spokes made of long spinners legs,\\nThe cover of the wings of grasshoppers.\\nThe traces of the smallest spider s web.\\nThe collars of the moonshine s watery beams.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "30 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nHer whip of cricket s bone, the lash of film,\\nHer wagoner a small gray-coated gnat,\\nNot half so big as a round little worm\\nPrick d from the lazy finger of a maid\\nHer chariot is an empty hazel-nnt\\nMade by the joiner squirrel or old grub,\\nTime out o mind the fairies coach-makers.\\nAnd in this state she gallops night by night\\nThrough lovers brains, and then they dream of love\\nO er courtiers knees, that dream on court sies straight\\nO er lawyers fingers, who straight dream on fees\\nO er ladies lips, who straight on kisses dream.\\nWhich oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,\\nBecause their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.\\nSometime she gallops o er a courtier s nose,\\nAnd then dreams he of smelling out a suit.\\nAnd sometimes comes she with a tithe-pig s tail\\nTickling a parson s nose as a lies asleep,\\nThen dreams he of another benefice.\\nSometime she driveth o er a soldier s neck,\\nAnd then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,\\nOf breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades.\\nOf healths five-fatliom deep and then anon\\nDrums in his ears, at which he starts and wakes,\\nAnd being thus frighted swears a prayer or two\\nAnd sleeps again. This is that very Mab\\nThat plats the manes of horses in the night.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 31\\nAnd bakes the elf-locks in fonl sluttish hairs,\\nWhich once untangled much misfortune bodes.\\nThis is she\\nRomeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace\\nThou talk st of nothing.\\nMercutio. True, I talk of dreams,\\nWhich are the children of an idle brain,\\nBegot of nothing but vain fantasy.\\nWhich is as thin of substance as the air,\\nAnd more inconstant than the wind, who wooes\\nEven now the frozen bosom of the North,\\nAnd, being anger d, puffs away from thence,\\nTurning his face to the dew-dropping South.\\nBenvolio. This wind you talk of blows us from our-\\nselves\\nSupper is done, and we shall come too late.\\nRomeo. I fear, too early for my mind misgives\\nSome consequence, yet hanging in the stars,\\nShall bitterly begin his fearful date\\nWith this night s revels, and expire the term\\nOf a despised life clos d in my breast\\nBy some vile forfeit of untimely death.\\nBut He that hath the steerage of my course\\nDirect my sail On, lusty gentlemen.\\nBenvolio. Strike, drum. \\\\_^Exeunt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "32 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nScene V. A Hall in Capidefs House.\\nMusicians tvaiting. Enter Servingmen, ivith napkins.\\n1 Servingman. AVhere s Potpan, that lie helps not to\\ntake away He shift a trencher he scrape a trencher\\n2 Serviiigman. When good manners shall lie all in one\\nor two men s hands and they unwashed too, tis a foul\\nthing.\\n1 Serviyigman. Away with the joint-stools, remove the\\ncourt-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me\\na piece of marchpane and, as thou lovest me, let the\\nporter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and\\nPotpan\\n2 Servingman. Ay, boy, ready.\\n1 Servingman. You are looked for and called for, asked\\nfor and sought for, in the great chamber.\\n2 Servingman. We cannot be here and there too.\\nCheerly, boys be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take\\nall.\\nEnter Capulet, tvith Juliet and others of Ms hoiise,\\nmeeting the Guests and Maskers.\\nCapxdet. Welcome, gentlemen ladies that have their\\ntoes\\nUnplagu d with corns will have a bout with you.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 33\\nAh. ha, my mistresses which of you all\\nWill now deny to dance she that makes dainty,\\nShe, I ll swear, hath corns am I come near ye now\\nWelcome, gentlemen I have seen the day\\nThat I have worn a visor, and could tell\\nA Avhispering tale in a fair lady s ear.\\nSuch as would please tis gone, tis gone, tis gone\\nYou are welcome, gentlemen Come, musicians, play.\\nA hall, a hall give room and foot it, girls.\\n[^Music plays, and they dance.\\nMore light, you knaves and turn the tables up.\\nAnd quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.\\nAh, sirrah, this unlook d-for sport comes well.\\nNay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet\\nFor you and I are past our dancing days\\nHow long is t now since last yourself and I\\nWere in a mask\\n2 Capulet. By r lady, thirty years.\\nCapulet. What, man! tis not so much, tis not so\\nmuch\\nTis since the nuptial of Lucentio,\\nCome Pentecost as quickly as it will.\\nSome five and twenty years and then we mask d.\\n2 Capulet. Tis more, tis more his son is elder, sir\\nHis son is thirty.\\nCapulet. Will you tell me that\\nHis son was but a ward two years ago.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "34 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nRomeo. [To a Servingmrm What lady is that, which\\ndoth enrich the hand\\nOf yonder knight\\nServingman. I know not, sir.\\nRomeo. 0, she doth teach the torches to burn bright\\nHer beauty hangs upon the cheek of night\\nLike a rich jewel in an Ethiope s ear;\\nBeauty too rich for use, for earth too dear\\nSo shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,\\nAs yonder lady o er her fellows shows.\\nThe measure done, I ll watch her place of stand.\\nAnd, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.\\nDid my heart love till now Forswear it, sight\\nFor I ne er saw true beauty till this night.\\nTijhalt. This, by his voice, should be a Montague.\\nFetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave\\nCome hither, cover d with an antic face.\\nTo fleer and scorn at our solemnity\\nNow, by the stock and honor of my kin,\\nTo strike him dead I hold it not a sin.\\nCiipulet. Why, how now, kinsman wherefore storm\\nyou so\\nTybalt. Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,\\nA villain that is hithex come in spite.\\nTo scorn at our solemnity this night.\\nCtqmlet. Young Romeo, is it\\nTybalt. Tis he, that villain Komeo.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 35\\nCapxdet. Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone\\nHe bears him like a portly gentleman\\nAnd, to say truth, Verona brags of him\\nTo be a virtuous and well-govern d youth.\\nI would not for the wealth of all the town\\nHere in my house do him disparagement\\nTherefore be patient, take no note of him\\nIt is my will, the which if thou respect,\\nShow a fair presence and put off these frowns,\\nAn ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.\\nTybalt. It fits, when such a villain is a guest\\nI ll not endure him.\\nCapulet. He shall be endur d:\\nWhat, goodman boy I say, he shall go to\\nAm I the master here, or you go to.\\nYou ll not endure him God shall mend my soul\\nYou ll make a mutiny among my guests\\nYou will set cock-a-hoop you ll be the man\\nTybalt. Why, uncle, tis a shame.\\nCapulet. Go to, go to\\nYou are a saucy boy is t so, indeed\\nThis trick may chance to scathe you, I know what.\\nYou must contrary me marry, tis time.\\nWell said, my hearts You are a princox go\\nBe quiet, or More light, more light For shame\\nI ll make you quiet. What Cheerly, my hearts\\nTybalt. Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "36 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMakes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.\\nI will withdraw but this intrusion shall,\\nNow seeming sweet, convert to bitter gall. [Exit.\\nBorneo. \\\\_To Juliet] If I profane with my un worthiest\\nhand\\nThis holy shrine, the gentle fine is this\\nMy lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand\\nTo smooth that rough touch Avith a tender kiss.\\nJuliet. Good pilgrim, you do Avrong your hand too much,\\nWhich mannerly devotion shows in this\\nFor saiiits have hands that pilgrims hands do touch,\\nAnd palm to palm is holy palmer s kiss.\\nRomeo. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too\\nJuliet. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.\\nRomeo. 0, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do\\nThey pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.\\nJuliet. Saints do not move, though grant for prayers\\nsake.\\nRomeo. Then move not, while my prayer s effect I\\ntake.\\nThus from my lips by thine my sin is purg d.\\n\\\\_Kissing her.\\nJuliet. Then have my lips the sin that they have took.\\nRomeo. Sin from my lips trespass sweetly urg d\\nGive me my sin again.\\nJuliet. You kiss by the book.\\nNxirse. Madam, your mother craves a word with you.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "Photo by Byron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 37\\nEomeo. What is her mother\\nNurse. Marry, bachelor,\\nHer mother is the lady of the house,\\nAnd a good lady, and a wise, and virtuous.\\nI nurs d her daughter, that you talk d withal;\\nI tell you, he that can lay hold of her\\nShall have the chinks.\\nBorneo. Is she a Capulet\\ndear account my life is my foe s debt.\\nBenvolio. Away, begone the sport is at the best.\\nRomeo. Ay, so I fear the more is my unrest.\\nCapulet. Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone\\nWe have a trifling foolish banquet towards.\\nIs it e en so why, then, I thank you all\\n1 thank you, honest gentlemen good night.\\nMore torches here Come on then, let s to bed.\\nAh, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late\\nI ll to my rest. \\\\_Exeunt all but Juliet and Nurse.\\nJuliet. Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?\\nNurse. The son and heir of old Tiberio.\\nJuliet. What s he that now is going out of door\\nNurse. Marry, that, I think, be young Petruchio.\\nJuliet. What s he that follows there, that would not\\ndance\\nNurse. I know not.\\nJuliet. Go, ask his name. If he be married,\\nMy grave is like to be my wedding bed.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "38 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nNurse. His name is Eomeo, and a Montague,\\nThe only son of your great enemy.\\nJuliet. My only love sprung from my only hate\\nToo early seen unknown, and known too late\\nProdigious birth of love it is to me,\\nThat I must love a loathed enemy.\\nNurse. What s this what s this\\nJuliet. A rhyme I learn d even now\\nOf one I danc d withal. \\\\_One calls ivithin, Juliet.\\nNu7 se. Anon, anon\\nCome, let s away the strangers all are gone. [^Exetmf.\\nEnter Chorus.\\nNow old desire doth in his death-bed lie,\\nAnd young affection gapes to be his heir\\nThat fair for which love groan d for and would die.\\nWith tender Juliet match d, is now not fair.\\nNow Eomeo is belov d and loves again,\\nAlike bewitched by the charm of looks,\\nBut to his foe suppos d he must complain.\\nAnd she steal love s sweet bait from fearful hooks.\\nBeing held a foe, he may not have access\\nTo breathe such vows as lovers use to swear\\nAnd she as much in love, her means much less\\nTo meet her new-beloved anywhere.\\nBut passion lends them power, time means, to meet.\\nTempering extremities with extreme sweet. \\\\_Exit.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "ACT II.\\nScene I. A Lane hy the wall of Capulet s Orchard.\\nEnter Eomeo.\\nRomeo. Can I go forward when my heart is here\\nTurn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.\\n\\\\_He climbs the wall, and leajys down ivithin it.\\nEnter Benvolio and Mercutio.\\nBenvolio. Eomeo my cousin Eomeo Eomeo\\nMercutio. He is wise\\nAnd, on my life, hath stol n him home to bed.\\nBenvolio. He ran this way, and leap d this orchard\\nwall\\nCall, good Mercutio.\\nMercutio. Nay, I ll conjure too.\\nEomeo humors madman passion lover\\nAppear thou in the likeness of a sigh\\nSpeak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied\\nCry but Ay me! pronounce but love and dove\\nSpeak to my gossip Venus one fair word,\\nOne nickname for her purblind son and heir,\\nYoung Abraham Cupid, he that shot so trim,\\nWhen King Cophetna lov d the beggar-maid!\\nHe heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not\\n39", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "40 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nThe ape is dead, and T must conjure him.\\nI conjure thee by Eosaline s bright eyes,\\nBy her high forehead and her scarlet lip,\\nThat in thy likeness thou appear to us\\nBenvolio. An if he hear thee thou wilt anger him.\\nMercutio. This cannot anger him twould anger him\\nTo raise a spirit in his mistress circle\\nOf some strange nature, letting it there stand\\nTill she had laid it and conjur d it down\\nThat were some spite my invocation\\nIs fair and honest, and in his mistress name\\nT conjure only but to raise up him.\\nBenvolio. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees.\\nTo be consorted with the humorous night\\nBlind is his love and best befits the dark,\\nMercutio. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.\\nRomeo, good night. I ll to my truckle bed;\\nThis field-bed is too cold for me to sleep.\\nCome, shall we go\\nBenvolio. Go, then for tis in vain\\nTo seek him here that means not to be found. [^Exeunt.\\nScene II, Cajpulet^s Orchard.\\nEnter Romeo,\\nRomeo. He jests at scars that never felt a wound.\\n[Juliet appears above at a window.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "liOMEO AND JULIET. 4^\\nBut, soft what light through yonder window breaks\\nIt is the east, and Juliet is the sun.\\nArise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,\\nWho is already sick and pale with grief,\\nThat thou her maid art far more fair than she.\\nBe not her maid, since she is envious\\nHer vestal livery is but sick and green,\\nAnd none but fools do wear it cast it off.\\nIt is my lady, 0, it is my love\\n0, that she knew she were\\nShe speaks, yet she says nothing what of that\\nHer eye discourses I will answer it.\\nI am too bold, tis not to me she speaks.\\nTwo of the fairest stars in all the heaven,\\nHaving some business, do entreat her eyes\\nTo twinkle in their spheres till they return.\\nWhat if her eyes were there, they in her head\\nThe brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,\\nAs daylight doth a lamp her eyes in heaven\\nWould through the airy region stream so bright\\nThat birds would sing and think it were not night.\\nSee, how she leans her cheek upon her hand\\nO, that I were a glove upon that hand,\\nThat I might touch that cheek\\nJuliet. Ay me\\nRomeo. She speaks.\\nO, speak again, bright angel for thou art", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "42 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nAs glorious to this niglit, being o er my head,\\nAs is a winged messenger of heaven\\nUnto the white-upturned wondering eyes\\nOf mortals that fall back to gaze on him,\\nWhen he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds\\nAnd sails upon the bosom of the air.\\nJuliet. Komeo, Komeo wherefore art thou Komeo\\nDeny thy father and refuse thy name\\nOr, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love.\\nAnd I ll no longer be a Capulet.\\nFiomeo. [Aside Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at\\nthis?\\nJuliet. Tis but thy name that is my enemy\\nThou art thyself, though not a Montague.\\nWhat s Montague it is nor hand, nor foot,\\nNor arm, nor face, nor any other part\\n.Belonging to a man. 0, be some other name\\nWhat s in a name that which we call a rose\\nBy any other name would smell as sweet\\nSo Komeo would, were he not Komeo call d,\\nKetain that dear perfection which he owes\\nWithout that title. \u00e2\u0080\u0094Komeo, doff thy name,\\nAnd for that name, which is no part of thee,\\nTake all myself.\\nItomeo. I take thee at thy word\\nCall me but love, and I ll be new baptiz d;\\nHenceforth I never will be Komeo.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Photo by Byron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 43\\nJuliet. What man art thou that thus bescreen d in\\nnight\\nSo stumblest on my counsel\\nRowso. By a name\\nI know not how to tell thee who I am.\\nMy name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,\\nBecause it is an enemy to thee\\nHad I it written, I would tear the word.\\nJuliet. My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words\\nOf that tongue s utterance, yet I know the sound.\\nArt thou not Eomeo, and a Montague\\nRomeo. Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.\\nJuliet. How cam st thou hither, tell me, and where-\\nfore\\nThe orchard walls are high and hard to climb.\\nAnd the place death, considering who thou art.\\nIf any of my kinsmen find thee here.\\nRomeo. With love s light wings did I o er-perch these\\nwalls,\\nFor stony limits cannot hold love out,\\nAnd what love can do that dares love attempt\\nTherefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.\\nJuliet. If they do see thee, they will murder thee.\\nRomeo. Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye\\nThan twenty of their swords look thou but sweet.\\nAnd I am proof against their enmity.\\nJuliet. I would not for the world they saw thee here.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "44 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nRomeo. I have night s cloak to hide me from their\\neyes\\nAnd but thou love me, let them find me here\\nMy life were better ended by their hate,\\nThan death prorogued, Avanting of thy love.\\nJuliet. By whose direction found st thou out this place\\nRomeo. By love, that first did prompt me to inquire\\nHe lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes.\\nI am no pilot yet, wert thou as far\\nAs that vast shore Avash d with the farthest sea,\\nI would adventure for such merchandise.\\nJuliet. Thou know st the mask of night is on my face,\\nElse would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek\\nFor that which thou hast heard me speak to-night.\\nFain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny\\nWhat I have spoke but farewell compliment\\nDost thou love me I know thou wilt say ay,\\nAnd I will take thy word yet, if thou swear st,\\nThou mayst prove false at lovers perjuries.\\nThey say, Jove laughs. gentle Romeo,\\nIf thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully\\nOr if thou think st I am too quickly won,\\nI ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay,\\nSo thou wilt woo but else, not for the world.\\nIn truth, fair IMontague, I am too fond.\\nAnd therefore thou mayst think my havior light\\nBut trust me, gentleman, I ll prove more true", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "Photo by Bv ron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 45\\nThan those that have more cunning to be strange.\\nI should have been more strange, I must confess,\\nBut that thou overheard st, ere I was ware,\\nMy true love s passion therefore pardon me,\\nAnd not impute this yielding to light love,\\nWhich the dark night hath so discovered,\\nBorneo. Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear,\\nThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops\\nJuliet. O, swear not by the moon, th inconstant moon,\\nThat monthly changes in her circled orb,\\nLest that thy love prove likewise variable.\\nBorneo. What shall I swear by\\nJuliet. L)o not swear at all\\nOr, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,\\nWhich is the god of my idolatry,\\nAnd I ll believe thee.\\nBorneo. If my heart s dear love\\nJuliet. Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,\\nI have no joy of this contract to-night\\nIt is too rash, too unadvis d, too sudden.\\nToo like the lightning, which doth cease to be\\nEre one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night\\nThis bud of love, by summer s ripening breath.\\nMay prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.\\nGood night, good night as sweet repose and rest\\nCome to thy heart as that within my breast\\nBorneo. 0, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "4g KOMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. What satisfaction canst thon have to-night?\\nEomeo. The exchange of thy love s faithful vow for\\nmine\\nJuliet. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it;\\nAnd yet I woukl it were to give again.\\nMomeo. Wouklst thou withdraw it? for what purpose,\\nlove?\\nJuliet. But to be frank, and give it thee again.\\nAnd yet I wish but for the thing I have\\nMy bounty is as boundless as the sea.\\nMy love as deep the more I give to thee,\\nThe more I have, for both are infinite.\\n\\\\_Nurse calls tvithin.\\nI hear some noise within dear love, adieu\\nAnon, good nurse Sweet Montague, be true.\\nStay but a little, I will come again. C^*\\nBorneo. blessed, blessed night I am afeard,\\nBeing in night, all this is but a dream.\\nToo flattering-sweet to be substantial.\\nRe-enter Juliet, above.\\nJuliet. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night in-\\ndeed.\\nIf that thy bent of love be honorable.\\nThy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,\\nBy one that I ll procure to come to thee.\\nWhere and what time, thou wilt perform the rite", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 47\\nAnd all my fortunes at thy foot I ll lay,\\nAnd follow thee my lord throughout the world.\\nNurse. Within] Madam\\nJuliet. I come, anon. But if thou mean st not well,\\nI do beseech thee\\nNurse. \\\\_Within Madam!\\nJuliet. By and by, I come.\\nTo cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief\\nTo-morrow will I send.\\nRomeo. So thrive my soul\\nJuliet. A thousand times good night [Exit.\\nBorneo. A thousand times the worse, to want thy\\nlight.\\nLove goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,\\nBut love from love toward school with heavy looks.\\n[Retiring slowly.\\nRe-enter Juliet, above.\\nJuliet. Hist Romeo, hist 0, for a falconer s voice\\nTo lure this tassel-gentle back again\\nBondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud\\nElse would I tear the cave where Echo lies.\\nAnd make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine\\nWith repetition of my Romeo s name.\\nRomeo. It is my soul that calls upon my name\\nHow silver-sweet sound lovers tongues by night,\\nLike softest miisic to attending ears", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "48 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. Eomeo\\nIiomeo. My dear\\nJuliet. At what o clock to-morrow\\nShall I send to thee\\nBorneo. At the hour of nine.\\nJuliet. I will not fail tis twenty years till then.\\nI have forgot why I did call thee back.\\nBorneo. Let me stand here till thou remember it.\\nJuliet. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,\\nEemembering how I love thy company.\\nBorneo. And I ll still stay, to have thee still forget,\\nForgetting any other home but this.\\nJuliet. Tis almost morning I would have thee gone,\\nAnd yet no farther than a wanton s bird.\\nWho lets it hop a little from her hand.\\nLike a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,\\nAnd with a silk thread plucks it back again,\\nSo loving-jealous of his liberty.\\nBorneo. I would I were thy bird.\\nJuliet. Sweet, so would I\\nYet I should kill thee with much cherishing.\\nGood night, good night parting is such sAveet sorrow\\nThat I shall say good night till it be morrow,\\n\\\\_Exit, above.\\nBorneo. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy\\nbreast\\nWould I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "Photo by Byron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 49\\nHence will I to my ghostly father s cell,\\nHis help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.\\nScene III. Friar Laurence s Cell.\\nEnter Eriar Laurence, ivlth a basket.\\nFriar Laurence. The gray-eyed morn smiles on the\\nfrowning night,\\nCheckering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,\\nAnd flecked darkness like a drunkard reels\\nFrom forth day s path and Titan s fiery wheels.\\nNow, ere the sun advance his burning eye,\\nThe day to cheer and night s dank, dew to dry,\\nI must up-fill this osier cage of ours\\nWith baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.\\nThe earth that s nature s mother is her tomb;\\nWhat is her burying grave that is her womb,\\nAnd from her womb children of divers kind\\nWe sucking on her natural bosom find.\\nMany for many virtues excellent.\\nNone but for some, and yet all different.\\n0, mickle is the powerful grace that lies\\nIn herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities\\nFor nought so vile that on the earth doth live\\nBut to the earth some special good doth give\\nNor aught so good but, strain d from that fair use.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "50 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nKevolts from true birtli, stumbling on abuse.\\nVirtue itself turns vice, being misapplied,\\nAnd vice sometiuu \\\\s by action dignified.\\nWitliin the infant rind of this weak flower\\nl*oison hath residence, and nuHlicine power\\nFor this, bi ing snudt, with that })art cheers each part,\\neing tast(Ml, slays all senses with the heart.\\nTwo such opposed kings encamp them still\\nIn man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;\\nAnd where the worser is predominant,\\nl^ ull soon the canker death eats up that plant.\\nEnter Komko.\\nHomeo. Good morrow, father.\\nFriar Laurence. Benedicite\\nWhat early tongue so sweet saluteth me\\nYoung son, it argues a disteniperM head\\nSo soon to bid good nmrrow to thy bed\\nCare keeps his watch in every old man s eye,\\nAnd where care lodges, sleep will never lie\\nlint where unbruised youth with vuistuff d brain\\nDoth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign.\\nTherefore thy earliness doth nie assure\\nThou art up-rous d with some distemperature\\nOr if not so, then here I hit it right.\\nOur Komeo hath not been in bed to-night.\\nIxomeo. That last is true the sweeter rest was mine.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IIOMEO AND JULIET. 51\\nFriar Lai.trence. God pardon sin wast thou with Rosa-\\nline\\nRomeo. With Rosaline, my ghostly father no\\nI have forgot that name, and that name s woe.\\nFriar Laurence. That s my good son but where hast\\nthou been, then\\nRomeo. I ll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.\\nI have been feasting with mine enemy,\\nWhere on a sudden one hath wounded me,\\nThat s by me wounded both our remedies\\nWithin thy help and holy })hysic lies.\\nI bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,\\nMy intercession likewise steads my foe.\\nFriar Laurence. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy\\ndrift\\nRiddling confession finds but riddling shrift.\\nRomeo. Then plainly know, my heart s dear love is set\\nOn the fair daughter of rich Capulet\\nAs mine on hers, so hers is set on mine\\nAnd all combin d, save what thou must combine\\nBy holy marriage. When and where and how\\nWe met, we woo d and made exchange of vow,\\nI ll tell thee as we pass but this I pray,\\nThat thou consent to marry us to-day.\\nFriar Laurence. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is\\nhere\\nIs Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "52 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nSo soon forsaken young men s love then lies\\nNot truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.\\nJesu Maria, what a deal of brine\\nHath wash d thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline\\nHow much salt water thrown away in waste,\\nTo season love, that of it doth not taste\\nThe sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,\\nThy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears\\nLo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit\\nOf an old tear that is not wash d off yet.\\nIf e er thou wast thyself and these woes thine.\\nThou and these woes were all for Rosaline\\nAnd art thou chang d pronounce this sentence then:\\nWomen may fall, when there s no strength in men.\\nRomeo. Thou chidd st me oft for loving Rosaline.\\nFriar Laxtrence. For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.\\nRomeo. And bad st me bury love.\\nFriar Laurence. Not in a grave.\\nTo lay one in, another out to have.\\nRomeo. I pray thee, chide not she whom I love now\\nDoth grace for grace and love for love allow\\nThe other did not so.\\nFriar Laurence. O, she knew well,\\nThy love did read by rote and could not spell.\\nBut come, young waverer, come, go with me,\\nIn one respect I ll thy assistant be\\nFor this alliance may so happy prove,\\nTo turn your households rancor to pure love.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 53\\nBorneo. 0, let us hence, I stand, on sudden haste.\\nFriar Laurence. Wisely and slow they stumble that\\nrun fast. \\\\_Exeunt.\\nScene IV. A Street.\\nEnter Benvolio and Mercutio.\\nMercutlo. Where the devil should this Romeo be\\nCame he not home to-night\\nBenvolio. Not to his father s I spoke with his man.\\nMercutio. Why, that same pale hard-hearted, wench,\\nthat Rosaline,\\nTorments him so that he will sure run mad.\\nBenvolio. Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,\\nHath sent a letter to his father s house.\\nMercutio. A challenge, on my life.\\nBenvolio. Romeo will answer it.\\nMercutio. Any man that can write may answer a letter.\\nBenvolio. Nay, he will answer the letter s master, how\\nhe dares, being dared.\\nMercutio. Alas, poor Romeo he is already dead\\nstabbed with a white wench s black eye shot through\\nthe ear with a love-song the very pin of his heart cleft\\nwith the blind bow-boy s butt-shaft and is he a man to\\nencounter Tybalt\\nBenvolio. Why, what is Tybalt\\nMercutio. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. 0,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "54 liOMEO AXD JULIET.\\nlie is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights\\nas you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and propor-\\ntion; rests nie his minim rest, one, two, and the third in\\nyour bosom the very butcher of a silk button, a duel-\\nlist, a duellist a gentleman of the very first house, of\\nthe first and second cause. Ah, the immortal passado I\\nthe punto reverso the hay\\nBcnvolio. The what?\\nMercntio. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting\\nfantasticoes, these new tuners of accents By Jesu, a\\nver}- good blade a very tall man Why, is not this a\\nlamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus\\nafflicted with these strange flies, these fashion-mongers,\\nthese 2H(rdo)ine.z-mois, who stand so much on the new\\nform that they cannot sit at ease on the old bench 0.\\ntheir hons, their bans\\nEnter Romeo.\\nBenvolio. Here comes Eomeo. here comes Eomeo.\\nMemitio. Without his roe, like a dried herring.\\nflesh, flesh, how art thou fi.shified ^ow is he for the\\nnumbers that Petrarch flowed in Laura to his lady was\\nbut a kitchen-wench marry, she had a better love to be-\\nrhyme her Dido a dowdy Cleopatra a gypsy Helen\\nand Hero hildings and harlots Thisbe a gray ej-e or so.\\nbut not to the purpose. Signior Komeo. hon Jour.\\nthere s a French salutation to your French slop. You\\ngave us the counterfeit fairly last night.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 55\\nliomeo. Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit\\ndid I give you\\nMercutio. The slip, sir, the slip; can you not conceive\\nBorneo. Pardon, good Mercutio, rny business was great\\nand in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.\\nMercutio. That s as much as to say, such a case as\\nyours constrains a man to bow in the hams.\\nRomeo. Meaning, to courtesy.\\nMercutio. Thou hast most kindly hit it.\\nRomeo. A most courteous exposition.\\nMercutio. Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.\\nRomeo. Pink for flower.\\nMerevtlo. Kight.\\nRomeo. Why, then is my pump well flowered.\\nMercutio. Well said follow me this jest now till thou\\nhast worn out thy pumjj, that when the single sole of it is\\nworn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.\\nRomeo. single-soled jest, solely singular for the sin-\\ngleness.\\nMercutio. Come between us, good Benvolio my wits\\nfail.\\nRomeo. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs or I ll\\ncry a match.\\nMercutio. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I\\nhave done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one\\nof thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five.\\nWas T with you there for the goose", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "56 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nRomeo. Thou wast never with me for anything when\\nthou wast not there for the goose.\\nMercutio. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.\\nRomeo. Nay, good goose, bite not.\\nMercutio. Thy wit is very bitter sweeting; it is a\\nmost sharp sauce.\\nRomeo. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose\\nIlerctitio. 0, here s a wit of cheveril, that stretches\\nfrom an inch narrow to an ell broad\\nRomeo. I stretch it out for that word broad which\\nadded to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad\\ngoose.\\nMercutio. Why, is not this better now than groaning\\nfor love now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo\\nnow art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature\\nfor this drivelling love is like a great natural,\\nBenvolio. Stop there, stop there.\\nRomeo. Here s goodly gear\\nEnter Nurse and Peter.\\nMercutio. A sail, a sail\\nBenvolio. Two, two a shirt and a smock.\\nNurse. Peter\\nPeter. Anon\\nNurse. My fan, Peter.\\nMercutio. Good Peter, to hide her face for her fan s\\nthe fairer of the two.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 57\\nNurse. God ye good morrow, gentlemen,\\nMercutio. God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.\\nNurse. Is it good den\\nMercutio. Tis no less, I tell yon, for the hand of the\\ndial is now upon the prick of noon.\\nNurse. Out upon you what a man are you\\nRomeo. One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for\\nhiiiiself to mar.\\nNurse. By my troth, it is well said; for himself to\\nmar, quoth a Gentlemen, can any of you tell me\\nwhere I may find the young Romeo\\nRomeo. I can tell you; but young Romeo will be\\nolder when you have found him than he was when you\\nsought him. I am the youngest of that name, for fault\\nof a worse.\\nNurse. You say well.\\nMercutio. Yea, is the worst well very well took, i\\nfaith wisely, wisely.\\nNurse. If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with\\nyou.\\nBenvolio. She will indite him to some supper.\\nMercutio. So ho\\nRomeo. What hast thou found\\nMercutio. No hare, sir unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,\\nthat is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Romeo,\\nwill you come to your father s we ll to dinner, thither.\\nRomeo. I will follow you.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "58 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMercut io. Farewell, ancient lady; farewell, [singing\\nlady, lady, lady. \\\\_Exeunt Mercut io and Benrolh.\\nJS^iirse. jSIarry, farewell 1 I pray you, sir, what saucy\\nmerchant was this, that was so full of his ropery\\nBorneo. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself\\ntalk, and Avill speak more in a minute than he will stand\\nto in a month.\\nXurse. An a speak anything against me, I ll take him\\ndown, an a were lustier than he is, and twenty such\\nJacks and if I cannot, I ll find those that shall. Scurvy\\nknave I am none of his llirt-gills I am none of his\\nskains-mates. And thou must stand by too, and suffer\\nevery knave to use me at his pleasure\\nPeter. I saw no man use you at his pleasure if I\\nhad, my weapon should quickly have been out, I warrant\\nyou. I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occa-\\nsion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.\\nNurse. Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every\\npart about me quivers. Scurvy knave Pray you, sir,\\na word and as I told you, my young lady bade me\\ninquire you out what she bade me say, I Avill keep to\\nmyself but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her in\\na fool s paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind\\nof behavior, as they say for the gentlewoman is young,\\nand, therefore, if you should deal double with her. truly\\nit were an ill thing to be offered to any gentlewoman,\\nand very weak dealing.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 59\\nBorneo. Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress.\\nI protest unto thee\\nNurse. Good heart, and, i faith, I will tell her as\\nmuch. Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.\\nRomeo. What wilt thou tell her, nurse thou dost not\\nmark me.\\nNurse. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest which,\\nas I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.\\nRomeo. Bid her devise some means to come to shrift\\nThis afternoon\\nAnd there she shall at Friar Laurence cell\\nBe shriv d and married. Here is for thy pains.\\nNurse. No, truly, sir not a penny.\\nRomeo. Go to I say you shall.\\nNurse. This afternoon, sir well, she shall be there.\\nRomeo. And stay, good nurse behind the abbey wall\\nWithin this hour my man shall be with thee.\\nAnd bring thee cords made like a tackled stair\\nWhich to the high top-gallant of my joy\\nMust be my convoy in the secret night.\\nFarewell be trusty, and I ll quit thy pains\\nFarewell commend me to thy mistress.\\nNirse. Now God in heaven bless thee Hark you, sir.\\nRomeo. What say st thou, my dear nurse\\nNurse. Is your man secret? Did you ne er hear say,\\nTwo may keep counsel, putting one away\\nRomeo. I warrant thee, my man s as true as steel.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "CO ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nXio sr. A\\\\, sir; my mistress is tlio swcolost, lady\\nLord, Lord! wIumi twas a, little prating thing O. tlun-e\\nis a. iiobloman in town, one Paris, that would lain lay\\nknit c aboard; but she, good soul, had as lieve sei a toad,\\na very toad, as sec him. I anger her sometimes, and\\nt( ll her that Paris is the properor man; but. Til warrant\\nyou, when I say so, she looks as pale as any elout in the\\nversal world. Doth not rosemary and Konieo begin both\\nwith a. hotter\\nKomeo. Ay, nurse what of that both with an R.\\nNurse. Ah, mocker! that s the dog s name; is for\\nthe No, I know it begins with sonu^ other letter and\\nshe hath the jjrettiest sententious of it, of you and rose-\\nmary, that it would do you good to hear it.\\nBoweo. Counneud nu to thy lady.\\nNurse. Ay, a thousand times. \\\\_Exlt Homco. Pi ter\\nPeter. Anon\\nNurse. Before, and apace. [A .reioit.\\nScene V. C tpiih f s Orehdrd.\\nEnter AvxAV.w\\nJuliet. The eloek struek nine when T did send the\\nnurse\\nIn half an hour she promis d to return.\\nTerehanee she cannot meet him; that s not so.\\nshe is lame love s heralds should be thoughts.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "liOMKO AND JULIET. 61\\nWhich ten times faster glide than the sun s beams\\nDriving back shadows over lowering hills\\nTherefore do nimble-pinion d doves draw love,\\nAnd therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.\\nNow is the sun upon the highniost h U\\nOf tills day s journey, and IVoiii nine till twelve\\nJs three long hours, ycit she is not come.\\nHad she affections and warm youthful Ijlood,\\nShe would be as swil t in motion as a ball\\nMy words would bandy her to my sweet love,\\nAnd his to me\\nBut old folks, many feign as they were dead;\\nUnwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.\\nEnter Nurse and Pktkh.\\nO God, she eom(!S hom y nurse, wlia,t news\\nHast thou met with him Send thy jiian away.\\nNume. Peter, stay at the gat(;. [ICxlt Peter.\\nJuliet. Now, good sweet nurse, Lord, wliy look st\\nthou sad\\nThough news be sad, yet tell them merrily;\\nIf good, thou sham st the music of sweet news\\nBy playing it to me with so sour a face.\\nNurse. I am aweary, give me leave awhile,\\nFie, how my bones ache what a jaunt have I had\\nJallct. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news.\\nNay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "02 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nNurse. Jesu, wliat haste can yon not stay awhile\\nDo yon not see that I am ont of breath\\nJuliet. How art thon ont of breath, when thon hast\\nbreath\\nTo say to me that thon art ont of breath\\nThe excnse that thou dost make in this delay\\nIs longer than the tale thou dost excnse.\\nIs thy news good, or bad answer to that\\nSay either, and I ll stay the circumstance.\\nLet me be satisfied, is t good or bad\\nNurse. Well, you have made a simple choice; yon know\\nnot how to choose a man. Romeo no, not he though\\nhis face be better than any man s, yet his leg excels all\\nmen s and for a hand, and a foot, and a bod} though\\nthej be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare\\nhe is not the flower of courtesy, but, I ll warrant him, as\\ngentle as a lamb. Go thy waj^s, wench serve God.\\nWhat, have you dined at home\\nJuliet. No, no but all this did I know before.\\nAVhat says he of our marriage what of that\\nNurse. Lord, how my head aches what a head have I\\nIt beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.\\n]\\\\ry back o t other side, 0, my back, my back\\nl oshrew your heart for sending me about,\\nTo catch my death with jaunting up and down\\nJuliet. V faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.\\nSweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. gg\\nNurse. Your love says, like an honest gentleman,\\nAnd a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,\\nAnd, I warrant, a virtuous, Where is your mother\\nJuliet. Where is my mother why, she is within\\nWhere should she be How oddly thou repliest\\nYour love says, like an honest gentleman.\\nWhere is your mother\\nNurse. God s lady dear\\nAre you so hot marry, come up, I trow\\nIs this the poultice for my aching bones\\nHenceforward do your messages yourself.\\nJuliet. Here s such a coil! come, what says Romeo?\\nNurse. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day\\nJuliet. I have.\\nNurse. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence cell\\nThere stays a husband to make you a wife.\\nNow comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,\\nThey ll be in scarlet straight at any news.\\nHie you to church I must another way.\\nTo fetch a ladder, by the which your love\\nMust climb a bird s nest soon when it is dark\\nI am the drudge, and toil in your delight.\\nGo I ll to dinner hie you to the cell.\\nJuliet. Hie to high fortune Honest nurse, farewell.\\n\\\\Exeunt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "64 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nScene VI. Friar Laurence^s Cell.\\nEnter Friar Laurence and Romeo.\\nFriar Laurence. So smi]e the heavens upon this holy\\nact\\nThat after hours with sorrow chide us not\\nRomeo. Amen, amen but come what sorrow can,\\nIt cannot countervail the exchange of joy\\nThat one short minute gives me in her sight.\\nDo thou hut close our hands with holy words,\\nThen love-devouring death do what he dare,\\nIt is enough I may but call her mine.\\nFriar Laurence. These violent delights have violent\\nends,\\nAnd in their triumph die, like fire and powder.\\nWhich as they kiss consume the sweetest honey\\nIs loathsome in his own deliciousness.\\nAnd in the taste confounds the appetite.\\nTherefore love moderately long love doth so\\nToo swift arrives as tardy as too slow.\\nEnter Juliet.\\nHere comes the lady. 0, so light a foot\\nWill ne er wear out the everlasting flint\\nA lover may bestride the gossamer\\nThat idles in the wanton summer air,\\nAnd yet not fall so light is vanity.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 65\\nJuliet. Good even to my ghostly confessor.\\nFriar Laurence. Komeo shall thank thee, daughter,\\nfor us both.\\nJuliet. As much to him, else is his thanks too much,\\nRomeo. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy\\nBe heap d like mine and that thy skill De more\\nTo blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath\\nThis neighbor air, and let rich music s tongue\\nUnfold the imagin d happiness that both\\nEeceive in either by this dear encounter.\\nJuliet. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,\\nBrags of his substance, not of ornament.\\nThey are but beggars that can count their worth\\nBut my true love is grown to such excess\\nI cannot sum up half my sum of wealth.\\nFriar Laurence. Come, come with me, and we will make\\nshort work\\nFor, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone\\nTill holy church incorporate two in one. [_Exeimt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "ACT III.\\nScene I. A Public Place.\\nEnter Mekcutio, Benvolio, Page, and Servants.\\nBenvolio. I pi-ay thee, good Merciitio, let s retire\\nThe day is hot, the Capulets abroad,\\nAnd if we meet we shall not scape a brawl\\nFor now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.\\nMercutio. Thou art like one of tliose fellows that when\\nhe enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword\\nupon the table, and says God send me no need of thee!\\nand by the operation of the second cup draws hiui on the\\ndrawer, when. ind^ed^there is no need.\\nBenvolio. Am I like such a fellow\\nMercutio. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy\\nmood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody,\\nand as soon moody to be moved.\\nBenvolio. And what to\\nMercutio. Nay, an there were two such, we should\\nhave none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou\\nwhy, thou wilt quarrel with a num that hath a hair\\nmore, or a hair less, in his beard than thou hast. Thou\\nwilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, luiving no\\nother reason but because thou hast hazel eyes what\\n66", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 67\\neye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel\\nThy head is as full of quarrels as au egg is full of meat,\\nand yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg\\nfor quarrelling. Thou hast quarrelled with a man for\\ncoughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog\\nthat hath lain asleep in the sun. Didst thou not fall out\\nwith a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter\\nwith another, for tying his new shoes with old riband\\nand yet thou wilt tutor me from quarrelling\\nBenvolio. An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any\\nman should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour\\nand a quarter.\\nMercutio. The fee-simple simj^le\\nBenvolio. By my head, here come the Capulets.\\nMercutio. By my heel, I care not.\\nEnter Tybalt and others.\\nTybalt. Follow me close, for I will speak to them.\\nGentlemen, good den a word with one of you.\\nMercutio. And but one word with one of us couple\\nit with something, make it a word and a blow.\\nTybalt. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an\\nyou will give me occasion.\\nMercutio. Could you not take some occasion without\\ngiving\\nTybalt. Mercutio, thou consort st with Romeo,\\nMercutio. Consort what, dost thou make us minstrels", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "68 ROMKO AND JULIET.\\nan thou make minstrels of ns, look to hear nothing but\\ndiscords liere s my fiddlestick here s that shall make\\nyou dance. Zounds, consort\\nBenvollo. We talk here in the public haunt of men.\\nEither withdraw unto some private place,\\nOr reason coldly of your grievances,\\nOr else depart here all eyes gaze on ns.\\nMercutlo. Men s eyes were made to look, and let them\\ngaze\\nI will not budge for no man s pleasure, I.\\nEntei RoMKO.\\nTyhalt. Well, peace be with you, sir; here comes my\\nman.\\nMercutlo. \\\\^\\\\\\\\t I ll be hang d, sir, if he wear your livery.\\nMarry, go before to field, he ll be your follower\\nYour worship in that sense may call him man.\\nTybalt. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford\\nNo better term than this, thou art a villain.\\nRomeo. Tybalt, the reason that I hav^e to love thee\\nDoth much excuse the appertaining rage\\nTo such a greeting. Villain am I none\\nTherefore farewell I see thou know st me not.\\nTi/halt. Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries\\nThat thou hast done me therefore turn and draT.-\\nBomeo. I do protest, 1 never injur d thee,\\nl)ut love thee better than thou canst devise,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. gg\\nTill thou shalt know the reason of my love\\nAnd so, good Capulet, which name I tender\\nAs dearly as my own, be satisfied.\\nMercutio. 0, calm, dishonorable, vile submission\\nA la stoccata carries it away. [Draws.\\nTybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk\\nTybalt. What wouldst thou have with me\\nMercutio. Good king of cats, nothing but one of your\\nnine lives that I mean to make bold withal, and, as you\\nshall use me hereafter, dry-beat the rest of the eight.\\nWill you pluck your sword out of his pilcher by the ears\\nmake haste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.\\nTybalt. I am for you. [Drawin;/^\\nRomeo. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.\\nMercutio. Come, sir, your passado. \\\\_Theyfght.\\nRomeo. Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.\\nGentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage\\nTybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath\\nForbid this bandying in Verona streets.\\nHold, Tybalt good Mercutio\\n\\\\_Exeunt Tybalt and Ms ^artiso/as.\\nMercutio. I am hurt.\\nA plague o both your houses I I am sped.\\nIs he gone, and hath nothing\\nBenvolio. What, art thou hurt\\nMercutio. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch marry, tis\\nenough.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "70 liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nWhere is my page Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.\\n\\\\_Exit Page.\\nBorneo. Courage, man the hurt cannot be much.\\n3L rcutio. Ko, tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as\\na church-door but tis enough, twill serve ask for me\\nto-morrow, and you shall find ine a grave man. I am\\npeppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o both\\nyour houses! Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a cat, to\\nscratch a man to death a braggart, a rogue, a villain,\\nthat fights by the book of arithmetic! Why the devil\\ncame you between us I was hurt under your arm.\\nRomeo. I thought all for the best.\\nMercutio. Help me into some house, Benvolio,\\nOr I shall faint. A plague o both your houses\\nThey have made worms meat of me. I have it,\\nAnd soundly too your houses\\n\\\\_Exeunt Mercutio and Benvolio.\\nBorneo. This gentleman, the prince s near ally,\\nMy very friend, hath got his mortal hurt\\nIn my behalf; my reputation stain d\\nWith Tybalt s slander, Tybalt, that an hour\\nHath been my cousin sweet Juliet,\\nThy beauty hath made me effeminate,\\nAnd in my temper soften d valor s steel\\nBe-enter Benvolio.\\nBenvolio. Eomeo, Eomeo, brave Mercutio s dead", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 1\\\\\\nThat gallant spirit hath aspir cl the clouds,\\nWhich too untimely here did scorn the earth.\\nBorneo. This day s_ black fate on more days doth de-\\npend;\\nThis but begins the woe others must end.\\nBenvolio. Here conies the furious Tybalt back again.\\nRe-enter Tybalt.\\nRomeo. Alive, in triumph and Mercutio slain\\nAway to heaven, respective lenity.\\nAnd fire-eyed fury be my conduct now\\nNow, Tybalt, take the villain back again\\nThat late thou gavest me for Mercutio s soul\\nIs but a little way above our heads,\\nStaying for thine to keep him company\\nEither thou, or T, or both, must go with him.\\nT^Jhalt. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him\\nhere\\nShalt with him hence.\\nBorneo. This shall determine that.\\nThetj fight Tybalt falls.\\nBenvolio. Komeo, a^vay, be gone\\nThe citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.\\nStand not amaz d; the prince will doom thee death,\\nIf thou art taken. Hence, be gone, away\\nRomeo. 0, I am fortune s fool\\nBenvolio. Why dost thou stay\\n[^Exit Romeo.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "72 liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nEnter Citizens, etc.\\n1 Citizen. Wliich way ran he that kill d Mercutio\\nTybalt, that murderer, which way ran he\\nBenvolio. There lies that Tybalt.\\n1 Citizen. Up, sir, go with nie\\nI charge thee in the prince s name, obey.\\nEnter Prince, attended Moxtague, Capulet, their\\nWives, and others.\\nPrince. Where are the vile beginners of this fray\\nBenvolio. noble prince, I can discover all\\nThe unlucky manage of this fatal brawl.\\nThere lies the man, slain by young Romeo,\\nThat slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.\\nLady Capulet. Tybalt, my cousin my brother s\\nchild!\\nprince cousin husband 0, the blood is spilt\\nOf my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,\\nPor blood of ours shed blood of Montague.\\ncousin, cousin\\nPrince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray\\nBenvolio. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo s hand did\\nslay\\nRomeo that spoke him fair bade him bethink\\nHoAv nice the quarrel was, and urg d withal\\nYour high displeasure all this, uttered\\nWith gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow d.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Photo by Byron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 73\\nCould not take truce with the unruly spleen\\nOf Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts\\nWith piercing steel at bold Mercutio s breast.\\nWho, all as hot, turns deadly point to point,\\nAnd, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats\\nCold death aside, and with the other sends\\nIt back to Tybalt, whose dexterity\\nRetorts it. Romeo he cries aloud,\\nHold, friends friends, part and swifter than his tongue,\\nHis agile arm beats down their fatal points.\\nAnd twixt them rushes underneath whose arm\\nAn envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life\\nOf stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled\\nBut by and by comes back to Romeo,\\nWho had but newly entertain d revenge,\\nAnd to t they go like lightning, for, ere I\\nCould draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.\\nAnd, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.\\nThis is the truth, or let Benvolio die.\\nLady Capulet. He is a kinsman to the Montague\\nAffection makes him false, he speaks not true\\nSome twenty of them fought in this black strife.\\nAnd all those twenty could but kill one life.\\nI beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give\\nRomeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.\\nPrince. Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio\\nWho now the price of his dear blood doth owe", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "74 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMontague. Not Komeo, prince, he was Mercutio s\\nfriend\\nHis fault concludes but what the law should end,\\nThe life of Tybalt.\\nPrince. And for that offence\\nImmediately we do exile him hence.\\nI have an interest in your hate s proceeding,\\nMy blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding\\nBut I ll amerce you with so strong a fine\\nThat you shall all repent the loss of mine.\\nI will be deaf to pleading and excuses\\nNor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses\\nTherefore use none let Romeo hence in haste,\\nElse, when he s found, that hour is his last.\\nBear hence this body and attend our will\\nMercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.\\n\\\\_Exeunt.\\nScene II. Capulefs Orchard.\\nEnter Juliet.\\nJuliet. Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,\\nTowards Phoebus lodging such a wagoner\\nAs Phaeton would whip you to the west,\\nAnd bring in cloudy night immediately.\\nSpread thy close curtain, love- performing night.\\nThat runaways eyes may wink, and Romeo", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 75\\nLeap to these arms, untalk d of and unseen\\nLovers can see to do their amorous rites\\nBy their own beauties or, if love be blind,\\nIt best agrees with night. Come, civil night,\\nThou sober-suited matron, all in black.\\nAnd learn me how to lose a winning match,\\nPlay d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods.\\nHood my unmann d blood, bating in my cheeks,\\nWith thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold\\nThink true love acted simple modesty.\\nCome, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night\\nFor thou wilt lie upon the wings of night\\nWhiter than new snow on a raven s back.\\nCome, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow d night.\\nGive me my Eomeo and, when he shall die.\\nTake him and cut him out in little stars.\\nAnd he will make the face of heaven so fine\\nThat all the world will be in love with night\\nAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.\\n0, I have bought the mansion of a love.\\nBut not possess d it, and, though I am sold.\\nNot yet enjoy d. So tedious is this day\\nAs is the night before some festival\\nTo an impatient child that hath new robes\\nAnd may not wear them. 0, here comes my nurse.\\nAnd she brings news and every tongue that speaks\\nBut Romeo s name speaks heavenly eloquence.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "76 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nEnter Nurse, with cords.\\nNow, nurse,, what news What hast thou there the\\ncords\\nThat Romeo bid thee fetch\\nXurse. Ay, ay, the cords.\\n\\\\_Throws them. down.\\nJuliet. Ay me what news why dost thou wring tliy\\nhands\\nJiurse. All, well-a-day he s dead, he s dead, he s\\ndead\\nWe are undone, lady, we are undone\\nAlack the day he s gone, he s kill d, he s dead\\nJuliet. Can heaven be so envious\\nJS^urse. Romeo can.\\nThough heaven cannot. Romeo, Romeo\\nWho ever would have thought it Romeo\\nJuliet. What devil art thou, that dost torment me\\nthus\\nThis torture should be roar d in dismal hell.\\nHath Romeo slain himself say thou but ay,\\nAnd that bare vowel shall poison move\\nThan the death-darting eye of cockatrice\\nI am not I, if there be such an\\nOr those eyes shut, that make thee answer ay.\\nIf he be slain, say ay or if not, no\\nBrief sounds determine of my weal or woe.\\nXurse. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 77\\nGod save the mark here on his manly breast\\nA piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse\\nPale, pale as ashes, all bedaub d in blood,\\nAll in gore-blood I swounded at the sight.\\nJicliet. 0, break, my heart poor bankrupt, break at\\nonce\\nTo prison, eyes, ne er look on liberty\\nVile earth, to earth resign end motion here,\\nAnd thou and Komeo press one heavy bier\\nMcrse. O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had\\ncourteous Tybalt honest gentleman\\nThat ever I should live to see thee dead\\nJuliet. What storm is this that blows so contrary\\nIs Eomeo slaughter d, and is Tybalt dead\\nMy dear-lov d cousin, and my dearer lord\\nThen, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom\\nFor who is living, if those two are gone\\nNurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished\\nRomeo that kill d him, he is banished.\\nJuliet. God! did Romeo s hand shed Tybalt s blood?\\nNurse. It did, it did alas the day, it did\\nJuliet. O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face\\nDid ever dragon keep so fair a cave\\nBeautiful tyrant fiend angelical\\nDove-feather d raven wolfish-ravening lamb\\nDespised substance of divinest show\\nJust opposite to what thou justly seem st,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "78 liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nA damned saint, an honorable villain\\nO nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,\\nWhen thou didst bower the spirit of a liend\\nIn mortal paradise of such sweet flesh\\nAVas ever book containing such vile matter\\n80 fairly bound O, that deceit should dwell\\nIn such a gorgeous palace\\nNurse. There s no trust,\\nNo faith, no honesty in men all perjur d,\\nAll forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.\\nAh, where s my man give me some aqua vitse.\\nThese griefs, these woes, these sorrows, make me old.\\nShame come to Romeo\\nJuliet. Blister d be thy tongue\\nFor such a wish he was not born to shame\\nUpon his brow shame is asham d to sit\\nFor tis a throne where honor may be crown d\\nSole monarch of the universal earth.\\nO, what a beast was I to chide at him\\nNurse. Will you speak well of him that kill d your\\ncousin\\nJuliet. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?\\nAh, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name.\\nWhen I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it\\nBut, wherefore, villain, didst thoii kill my cousin\\nThat villain cousin would have kill d my husband.\\nBack, foolish tears, back to your native spring;", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 79\\nYour tributary drops belong to Avoe,\\nWhich you mistaking offer up to joy.\\nMy husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain\\nAnd Tybalt s dead, that would have slain my husband\\nAll this is comfort wherefore weep I then\\nSome word there was, worser than Tybalt s death,\\nThat murder d me. I would forget it fain\\nBut, 0, it presses to my memory.\\nLike damned guilty deeds to sinners minds\\nTybalt is dead, and Romeo banished\\nThat banished, that one word banished,\\nHath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt s death\\nWas woe enough, if it had ended there\\nOr, if sour woe delights in fellowship\\nAnd needly will be rank d with other griefs.\\nWhy follow d not, when she said Tybalt s dead,\\nThy father, or thy mother, nay, or both.\\nWhich modern lamentation might have mov d\\nBut with a rearward following Tybalt s death,\\nRomeo is banished to speak that word,\\nIs father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,\\nAll slain, all dead. Romeo is banished\\nThere is no end, no limit, measure, bound.\\nIn that word s death no words can that woe sound.\\nWhere is my father, and my mother, nurse\\nNurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt s corse.\\nWill you go to them I will bring you thither.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "80 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. Wash they his Avounds with tears mine shall\\nbe spent,\\nWhen theirs are dry, for Romeo s banishment.\\nTake np those cords. Poor ropes, you are beguil d,\\nl)0th you and I for Romeo is exil d\\nHe made yoii for a highway to my bed\\nBut I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.\\nNurse. Hie to your chamber I ll find Romeo\\nTo comfort you I wot well Avhere he is.\\nHark ye, your Romeo will be here at night\\nI ll to him he is hid at Laurence cell.\\nJuliet. 0, find him give this ring to my true knight.\\nAnd bid him come to take his last farewell. [_\u00c2\u00a3Jxeu7it.\\nScene III. Friar Laurence s Cell.\\nEnter Friar Laurence.\\nFriar Laurence. Romeo, come forth come forth, thou\\nfea.rful man\\nAffliction is enamour d of thy parts,\\nAnd thou art wedded to calamity.\\nEnter Romeo.\\nBorneo. Father, what news what is the prince s doom\\nAVhat sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,\\nThat I yet know not\\nFriar Laurence. Too familiar", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 3]^\\nIs my dear son with such sour company\\nI bring thee tidings of the prince s doom.\\nRomeo. What less than doomsday is the prince s doom\\nFriar Laurence. A gentler judgment vanish d from his\\nlips,\\nNot body s death, but body s banishment.\\nBorneo. Ha, banishment be merciful, say death\\nFor exile hath more terror in his look,\\nMuch more than death do not say banishment.\\nFriar Laurence. Hence from Verona art thou ban-\\nished\\nBe patient, for the world is broad and wide.\\nRomeo. There is no world without Verona walls,\\nBut purgatory, torture, hell itself.\\nHence banished is banish d from the world,\\nAnd world s exile is death then banished\\nIs death misterm d calling death banishment\\nThou cutt st my head off with a golden axe,\\nAnd smil st upon the stroke that murders me.\\nFriar Laitrence.-O deadly sin! rude unthankfulness\\nThy fault our law calls death but the kind prince,\\nTaking thy part, hath rush d aside the law.\\nAnd turn d that black word death to banishment\\nThis is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.\\nRomeo. Tis torture, and not mercy heaven is here,\\nWhere Juliet lives and every cat and dog\\nAnd little mouse, every unworthy thing,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "82 liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nLive here in heaven and may look on her,\\nBut Romeo may not. More validity,\\n]\\\\Iore honorable state, more courtship lives\\nIn carrion-flies than Romeo they may seize\\nOn the white wonder of dear Juliet s hand\\nAnd steal immortal blessing from her lips,\\nWho, even in pure and vestal modesty.\\nStill blush, as thinking their own kisses sin\\nBut Romeo may not he is banished.\\nThis may flies do, when I from this must fly;\\nThey are free men, but I am banished.\\nAnd say st thou yet that, exile is not death\\nHadst thou no poison mix d, no sharp-ground knife,\\nNo sudden mean of death, though ne er so mean,\\nBut banished to kill me Banished\\nfriar, the damned use that word in hell\\nHoAvling attends it how hast thou the heart,\\nBeing a divine, a ghostly confessor,\\nA sin-absolver, and my friend profess d,\\nTo mangle me with that word banished\\nFriar Laurence. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak\\na word.\\nBorneo. 0, thou wilt speak again of banishment.\\nFriar Laurence. I ll give thee armor to keep off that\\nword\\nAdversity s sweet milk, philosophy.\\nTo comfort thee, though thou art banished.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 83\\nBorneo. Yet banished Hang up philosophy\\nUnless philosophy can make a Juliet,\\nDisplant a town, reverse a prince s doom,\\nIt helps not, it prevails not talk no more.\\nFriar Laurence. 0, then I see that madmen have nO\\nears.\\nRomeo. How should they, when that wise men have\\nno eyes\\nFriar Laurence. Let me dispute with thee of thy es-\\ntate.\\nRomeo. Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not\\nfeel.\\nWert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,\\nAn hour but married, Tybalt murdered,\\nDoting like me and like me banished.\\nThen mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy\\nhair.\\nAnd fall upon the ground, as I do now.\\nTaking the measure of an unmade grave.\\n[^Knocking vnthin.\\nFriar Laurence. Arise one knocks good Romeo,\\nhide thyself.\\nRomeo. Not I unless the breath of heart-sick groans\\nMist-like infold me from the search of eyes.\\n\\\\_Knocklnf/.\\nFriar Laurence. Hark, how they knock Who s\\nthere Romeo, arise", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "84 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nThoii wilt be taken. Stay awhile Stand np\\n\\\\^Knockin(/.\\nEun to my study. By and by God s will,\\nWhat simpleness is this I come, I come\\n\\\\^K7iocA-iu;/.\\nWho knocks so hard whence come you what s your\\nwill\\nNiirse. Withhi] Let me come in, and you shall know\\nmy errand\\nI come from Lady Juliet.\\nFriar Laurence. Welcome, then.\\nEnter Nurse.\\nISfnrse. holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar,\\nWhere is my lady s lord, where s Eomeo\\nFriar Laurence. There on the ground, with his own\\ntears made drunk.\\nNurse. 0, he is even in my mistress case.\\nJust in her case\\nFriar Laurence. woful sympathy\\nPiteous predicament\\nNurse. Even so lies she,\\nBlubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.\\nStand up, stand up stand, an you be a man\\nFor Juliet s sake, for her sake, rise and stand.\\nWhy should you fall into so deep an\\nRomeo. Nurse", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 85\\nNurse. Ah sir ah sir! Well, death s the end of all.\\nBorneo. Spak st thou of Juliet hoAV is it with her\\nDoth she not think me an old murderer,\\nNow I have stain d the childhood of our joy\\nWith blood remov d but little from her own\\nWhere is she and how doth she and what says\\nMy conceal d lady to our cancell d love\\nNui se. 0, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps\\nAnd now falls on her bed and then starts up,\\nAnd Tybalt calls and then on Eomeo cries,\\nAnd then down falls again.\\nRomeo. As if that name,\\nShot from the deadly level of a gun,\\nDid murder her as that name s cursed hand\\nMurdered her kinsman. 0, tell me, friar, tell me.\\nIn what vile part of this anatomy\\nDoth my name lodge tell me, that I may sack\\nThe hateful mansion. \\\\_Draioin(j his sivord.\\nFriar Laurence. Hold thy desperate hand\\nArt thou a man thy form cries out thou art\\nThy tears are womanish thy wild acts denote\\nThe unreasonable fury of a beast\\nUnseemly woman in a seeming man\\nOr ill-beseeming beast in seeming both\\nThou hast amaz d me by my holy order,\\nI thought thy disposition better temper d.\\nHast thou slain Tybalt wilt thou slay thyself", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "86\\nBOMEO AND JULIET.\\nAnd slay thy lady too tliat lives in tliee,\\nBy doing damned hate npon thyself\\nWhy rail st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth\\nSince birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet\\nIn thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose.\\nFie, fie, thou sham st thy shape, thy love, thy wit,\\nWhich, like a usurer, abound st in all,\\nAnd usest none in that true use indeed\\nWhich should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.\\nThy noble shape is but a form of wax,\\nDigressing from the valor of a man\\nThy dear love sworn, but hollow perjury.\\nKilling that love which thou hast vow d to cherish\\nThy wit, that ornament to shape and love.\\nMisshapen in the conduct of them both.\\nLike powder in a skilless soldier s flask,\\nIs set a-fire by thine own ignorance.\\nAnd thou dismember d with thine own defence.\\nWhat, rouse thee, man thy Juliet is alive,\\nFor whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead\\nThere art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee,\\nBut thou slew st Tybalt there art thou happy too\\nThe law that threaten d death becomes thy friend\\nAnd turns it to exile there art thou happy\\nA pack of blessings lights upon thy back\\nHappiness courts thee in her best array\\nBut like a misbehav d and sullen wench.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 87\\nThou pout st upon thy fortune and thy love.\\nTake heed, take heed, for such die miserable.\\nGo, get thee to thy love, as was decreed.\\nAscend her chamber, hence and comfort her\\nBut look thou stay not till the watch be set,\\nFor then thou canst not pass to Mantua\\nWhere thou shalt live, till we can find a time\\nTo blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,\\nBeg pardon of the prince, and call thee back\\nWith twenty hundred thousand times more joy\\nThan thou went st forth in lamentation.\\nGo before, nurse commend me to thy lady,\\nAnd bid her hasten all the house to bed,\\nWhich heavy sorrow makes them apt unto\\nEomeo is coming.\\nNurse. Lord, I could have stay d here all the night\\nTo hear good counsel O, what learning is\\nMy lord, I ll tell my lady you will come.\\nRomeo. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.\\nNurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir\\nHie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [_Exit.\\nRomeo. How well my comfort is reviv d by this\\nFriar Laurence. Go hence good night and here\\nstands all your state\\nEither be gone before the watch be set,\\nOr by the break of day disguis d from hence.\\nSojourn in Mantua I ll find out your man,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "88 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nAnd lie shall signify from time to time\\nEvery good hap to you that chances here.\\nGive me thy hand tis late farewell good night.\\nRomeo. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,\\nIt were a grief, so brief to part with thee.\\nFarewell. [Exeunt.\\nScene IV. A Room in Ca^ulet^s House.\\nEnter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.\\nCapulet. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,\\nThat we have had no time to move our daughter.\\nLook you, she lov d her kinsman Tybalt dearly,\\nAnd so did I. Well, we were born to die.\\nTis very late, she ll not come down to-night\\nI promise you, but for your company,\\nI would have been a-bed an hour ago.\\nParis. These times of woe afford no time to woo.\\nMadam, good night commend nie to your daughter.\\nLady Capulet. I will, and know her mind early to-\\nmorrow\\nTo-night she s mew d up to her heaviness.\\nCapulet. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender\\nOf my child s love I think she will be rul d\\nIn all respects by me nay, more, I doubt it not.\\nWife, go you to her ere you go to bed\\nAcquaint her here of my son Paris love.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. go\\nAnd bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next\\nBut, soft what day is this\\nMonday, my lord.\\nCapidet Monday ha, ha Well, Wednesday is too\\nsoon;\\n0 Thursday let it be o Thursday, tell her,\\nShe shall be married to this noble earl.\\nWill you be ready do you like this haste\\nWe ll keep no great ado, a friend or two;\\nFor, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,\\nIt may be thought we held him carelessly,\\nBeing our kinsman, if we revel much\\nTherefore we ll have some half a dozen friends,\\nAnd there an end. But what say you to Thursday\\nParis. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.\\nCapulet. Well, get you gone o Thursday be it then.\\nGo you to Juliet ere you go to bed.\\nPrepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.\\nFarewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho\\nAfore me, it is so very late, that we\\nMay call it early by and by. Good night. \\\\_Exeunt.\\nScene V. Juliet s Chamber.\\nEnter Romeo and Juliet.\\nJuliet. Wilt thou be gone it is not yet near day\\nIt was the nightingale, and not the lark,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "90 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nThat pierc d tlie fearful hollow of thine ear\\nNightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree.\\nBelieve me, love, it was the nightingale.\\nBorneo. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,\\nNo nightingale look, love, what envious streaks\\nDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.\\nNight s candies are burnt out, and jocund day\\nStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.\\nI must be gone and live, or stay and die.\\nJuliet. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I\\nIt is some meteor that the sun exhales.\\nTo be to thee this night a torch-bearer.\\nAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua\\nTherefore stay yet, thou need st not to be gone.\\nBorneo. Let me be ta en, let me be put to death\\nI am content, so thou wilt have it so.\\nI ll say yon gray is not the morning s eye,\\nTis but the pale reflex of Cynthia s brow\\nNor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat\\nThe vaiilty heaven so high above our heads.\\nI have more care to stay than will to go\\nCome, death, and welcome Juliet wills it so.\\nHow is t, my soul let s talk, it is not day.\\nJuliet. It is, it is hie hence, be gone, away\\nIt is the lark that sings so out of tune.\\nStraining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.\\nSome say the lark makes sweet division", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 9^\\nThis doth not so, for she divideth us.\\nSome say the lark and loathed toad change eyes\\n0, now I Avould they had chang d voices too\\nSince arm from arm that voice doth us affray,\\nHunting thee hence with hunt s-np to the day.\\nO, now be gone more light and light it grows.\\nBorneo. More light and light More dark and dark\\nour woes\\nEnter Nurse.\\nNurse. Madam\\nJuliet. iSTurse\\nNurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.\\nThe day is broke be wary, look about. lExit.\\nJuliet. Then, window, let day in, and let life out.\\nRovieo. Farewell, farewell one kiss, and I ll descend.\\n[^Rovieo descends.\\nJuliet. Art thou gone so my lord, my love, my friend\\nI must hear from thee every day in the hour,\\nFor in a minute there are many days\\nO, by this count I shall be much in years\\nEre T again behold my Eomeo\\nRomeo. Farewell I will omit no opportunity\\nThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee.\\nJuliet. 0, think st thou we shall ever meet again\\nRomeo. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve\\nFor sweet discourses in our time to come.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "92 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. God, I have an ill-divining soul\\n]\\\\rethinks I see thee, now thou art below,\\nAs one dead in the bottom of a tomb\\nEither my eyesight fails, or thou look st pale.\\nBorneo. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;\\nDry sorroAV drinks our blood. Adiei;, adieu \\\\_Exlt.\\nJuliet. fortune, fortune all men call thee tickle\\nIf thou art fickle, what dost thou Avith him.\\nThat is renown d for faith Be fickle, fortune\\nFor then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,\\nBut send him back.\\nLady Capulet. \\\\_Within Ho, daughter! are you up\\nJuliet. Who is t that calls is it my lady mother\\nIs she not down so late, or up so early\\nWhat unaccustom d cause procures her hither\\nEnter Lady Capulet.\\nLachj Capulet. Why, how now, Juliet\\nJuliet. Madam, I am not well.\\nLady Capidet. Evermore weeping for your cousin s\\ndeath?\\nWhat, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears\\nAn if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live\\nTherefore, have done some grief shows much of love,\\nBut much of grief shows still some want of wit.\\nJuliet. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 93\\nLadf/ Capulet. So shall you feel the loss, but not the\\nfriend\\nWhich you weep for.\\nJuliet. Feeling so the loss,\\nI cannot choose but ever weep the friend.\\nLady Capulet. Well, girl, thou weep st not so much\\nfor his death\\nAs that the villain lives which slaughter d him.\\nJuliet. What villain, madam\\nLady Capulet. That same villain, Eomeo.\\nJuliet. Villain and he be many miles asunder.\\nGod pardon him I do, with all my heart\\nAnd yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.\\nLady Capulet. That is, because the traitor murderer\\nlives.\\nJuliet. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.\\nWould none but I might venge my cousin s death\\nLady Capulet. We will have vengeance for it, fear\\nthou not\\nThen weep no more. I ll send to one in Mantua,\\nWhere that same banish d runagate doth live,\\nShall give him such an unaccustom d dram,\\nThat he shall soon keep Tybalt company\\nAnd then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.\\nJuliet. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied\\nWith Eomeo, till I behold him dead\\nIs my poor heart so for a kinsman vex d.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "94 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nMadam, if you could find out but a man\\nTo bear a poison, I would temper it,\\nThat Romeo should, upon receipt thereof.\\nSoon sleep in quiet. 0, how my heart abhors\\nTo hear him nam d, and cannot come to him,\\nTo wreak the love I bore my cousin\\nUpon his body that hath slaughter d him\\nLacli/ Capulet. Find thou the means, and I ll find such\\na man.\\nBut now I ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.\\nJuliet. And joy comes well in such a needy time.\\nWhat are they, I beseech your ladyship?\\nLady Capulet. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,\\nchild;\\nOne who, to put thee from thy heaviness,\\nHath sorted out a sudden day of joy,\\nThat thou expect st not, nor I look d not for.\\nJxdiet. Madam, in happy time, what day is that\\nLady Cajjulet. Marry, my child, early next Thursday\\nmorn.\\nThe gallant, young, and noble gentleman,\\nThe County Paris, at Saint Peter s Church,\\nShall happily make thee there a joyful bride.\\nJuliet. Now, by Saint s Peter Church and Peter too,\\nHe shall not make me there a joyful bride.\\nI Avonder at this haste that I must wed\\nEre he that should be husband comes to woo.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 95\\nI pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,\\nI will not marry yet and, when I do, I swear,\\nIt shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate.\\nRather than Paris. These are news indeed\\nLady Capulet. Here comes your father tell him so\\nyourself,\\nAnd see how he will take it at your hands.\\nEnter Capulet and Nurse.\\nCapulet. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew\\nBut for the sunset of my brother s son\\nIt rains downright.\\nHow now a conduit, girl what, still in tears\\nEvermore showering In one little body\\nThou counterfeit st a bark, a sea, a wind\\nFor still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,\\nDo ebb and flow with tears the bark thy body is,\\nSailing in this salt flood the winds, thy sighs\\nWho, raging with thy tears, and they with them,\\nWithout a sudden calm, will overset\\nThy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife\\nHave you deliver d to her our decree\\nLady Capulet. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives\\nyou thanks.\\nI would the fool were married to her grave\\nCapulet. Soft take me with you, take me with you,\\nwife.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "96 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nHow will she none doth she not give us thanks\\nIs she not proud doth she not count her blest,\\nUnworthy as she is, that we have wrought\\nSo worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom\\nJuliet. Not proud you have, but thankful that you\\nhave\\nProud can I never be of what I hate\\nBut thankful even for hate that is meant love.\\nCaindet. How now, how now, chop-logic What is\\nthis\\nProud and I thank you and I thank you not/\\nAnd yet not proud Mistress minion, you.\\nThank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,\\nP)ut fettle your fine joints gainst Thursday next,\\nTo go with Paris to Saint Peter s Church,\\nOr I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.\\nOut, you green-sickness carrion out, you baggage\\nYou tallow-face\\nLady Capidet. Fie, fie what, are you mad\\nJuliet. Good father, I beseech you on my knees.\\nHear me with patience but to speak a word.\\nCapulet. Hang thee, young baggage disobedient\\nwretch\\nI tell thee what get thee to church o Thursday,\\nOr never after look me in the face.\\nSpeak not, reply not, do not answer me\\nMy lingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 97\\nThat God liad lent us but this only child\\nBut now I see this one is one too much,\\nAnd that we have a curse in having her\\nOut on her, hilding\\nNurse. God in heaven bless her\\nYou are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.\\nCaimlet. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your\\ntongue,\\nGood prudence smatter with your gossips, go.\\nNurse. I speak no treason.\\nCaimlet 0, God ye god-den.\\nNurse. May not one speak\\nCapulet. Peace, you mumbling fool\\nUtter your gravity o er a gossip s bowl\\nFor here we need it not.\\nLady Capulet. You are too hot.\\nCapulet. God s bread it makes me mad day, night,\\nlate, early,\\nAt home, abroad, alone, in company.\\nWaking or sleeping, still my care hath been\\nTo have her match d and having now provided\\nA gentleman of noble parentage.\\nOf fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train d,\\nStuff d, as they say, with honorable parts,\\nProportion d as one s thought would wish a man,\\nAnd then to have a wretched puling fool,\\nA whining; mammet, in her fortune s tender,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "98 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nTo answer 111 not wed I cannot love,\\nI am too yonng I pray you, pardon nie.\\nBut, an you will not wed, I ll pardon you\\nGraze where you will, you shall not house with me\\nLook to t, think on t, I do not use to jest.\\nThursday is near lay hand on heart, advise.\\nAn you be mine, I ll give you to my friend\\nAn you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,\\nFor, by my soul, I ll ne er acknowledge thee,\\nXor what is mine shall never do thee good.\\nTrust to t, bethink you; I ll not be forsworn. lExlt.\\nJuliet. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,\\nThat sees into the bottom of ni}^ grief\\n0, sweet my mother, cast me not away\\nDelay this marriage for a month, a week;\\nOr, if you do not, make the bridal bed\\nIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies.\\nLady Capulet. Talk not to me, fcr I ll not speak a\\nword\\nDo as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. \\\\_Exlt.\\nJuliet. God! nurse, how shall this be prevented?\\nMy husband is on earth, my faith in heaven\\nHow shall that faith return again to earth.\\nUnless that husband send it me from heaven\\nI\\\\y leaving earth comfort me, counsel me.\\nAlack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems\\nUpon so soft a subject as myself!\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2}V 4", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 99\\nWhat say st thou hast thou not a word of joy\\nSome comfort, nurse.\\nurse. Faith, here tis. Eomeo\\nIs banished, and all the world to nothing,\\nThat he dares ne er come back to challenge you\\nOr, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.\\nThen, since the case so stands as now it doth,\\nI think it best you married with the county.\\n0, he s a lovely gentleman\\nRomeo s a dishclout to him an eagle, madam,\\nHath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye\\nAs Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,\\nI think you are happy in this second match,\\nFor it excels your first; or if it did not.\\nYour first is dead, or twere as good he were,\\nAs living here and you no use of him.\\nJuliet. Speakest thou from thy heart\\nNurse. And from my soul too\\nOr else beshrew them both.\\nJuliet. Amen\\nNurse. What\\nJuliet. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.\\nGo in, and tell my lady I am gone,\\nHaving displeas d my father, to Laurence cell.\\nTo make confession and to be absolv d.\\nNurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. \\\\_Exit.\\nJuliet. Ancient damnation most wicked fiend\\nLtfC", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "100 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nIs it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,\\nOr to dispraise my lord with that same tongue\\nWhich she hath prais d him with above compare\\nSo many thousand times G-o, counsellor\\nThou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.\\nI ll to the friar, to know his remedy\\nIf all else fail, myself have power to die. \\\\_Exit.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "ACT IV.\\nScene I. Friar Laurences Cell.\\nEnter Friar Laurence and Paris.\\nFriar Laurence. On Thursday, sir the time is very\\nshort.\\nFar is. My father Capulet will have it so\\nAnd I am nothing slow to slack his haste.\\nFriar Laurence. You say you do not know the lady s\\nmind;\\nUneven is the course, I like it not.\\nParis. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt s death,\\nAnd therefore have I little talk d of love\\nFor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.\\nNow, sir, her father counts it dangerous\\nThat she doth give her sorrow so much sway,\\nAnd in his wisdom hastes our marriage,\\nTo stop the inundation of her tears.\\nWhich, too much minded by herself alone,\\nMay be put from her by society.\\nNow do you know the reason of this haste.\\nFriar Laurence. [Aside I would I knew not why it\\nshould be slow d.\\nLook, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.\\n101", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "102 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nEnter Juliet.\\nParis. Happily met, my lady and m}^ wife\\nJuliet. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.\\nParis. That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.\\nJuliet. What must be shall be.\\nFriar Laurence. That s a certain text.\\nParis. Come you to make confession to this father\\nJuliet. To answer that, I should confess to you.\\nParis. Do not deny to him that you love me.\\nJuliet. I will confess to you that I love him.\\nParis. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.\\nJidiet. If I do so, it will be of more price.\\nBeing spoke behind your back, than to your face.\\nParis. Poor soul, thy face is much abus d with tears.\\nJuliet. The tears have got small victory by that\\nFor it was bad enough before their spite.\\nParis. Thou wrong st it more than tears with tliat re-\\nport.\\nJuliet. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth\\nAnd what I spake, I spake it to my face.\\nParis. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander d it.\\nJuliet. It may be so, for it is not mine own.\\nAre you at leisure, holy father, now\\nOr shall I come to you at evening mass\\nFriar Laurence. My leisure serves me, pensive daugh-\\ntei now.\\nMy lord, we mast entreat the time alone.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 103\\nParis. God shield I should disturb devotion\\nJuliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye\\nTill then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. [^Exit.\\nJuliet. 0, shut the door and when thou hast done so,\\nCome weep with me past hope, past cure, past help\\nFriar Laurence. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief\\nIt strains me past the compass of my wits\\nI hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,\\nOn Thursday next be married to this county.\\nJuliet. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear st of this,\\nUnless thou tell me how I may prevent it;\\nIf in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,\\nDo thou but call my resolution wise.\\nAnd with this knife I ll help it presently.\\nGod join d my heart and Romeo s, thou our hands\\nAnd ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seai d,\\nShall be the label to another deed.\\nOr my true heart with treacherous revolt\\nTurn to another, this shall slay them botli\\nTherefore, out of thy long-experienc d time,\\nGive me some present counsel, or, behold,\\nTwixt my extremes and me this bloody knife\\nShall play the umpire, arbitrating that\\nWhich the commission of thy years and art\\nCould to no issue of true honor bring.\\nBe not so long to speak j I long to die,\\nIf what thou speak st speak not of remedy.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "104 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nFriar Laurence. Hold, daughter I do spy a kind of\\nhope,\\nWhich craves as desperate an execution\\nAs that is desperate which we would prevent.\\nIf, rather than to marry County Paris,\\nThou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,\\nThen is it likely thou wilt undertake\\nA thing like death to chide away this shame.\\nThat cop st with death himself to scape from it\\nAnd if thou dar st, I ll give thee remedy.\\nJuliet. 0, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,\\nErom off the hattlements of yonder tower\\nOr walk in thievish ways or bid me lurk\\nWhere serpents are chain me with roaring bears\\nOr shut me nightly in a charnel-house,\\nO ercover d quite with dead men s rattling bones,\\nWith reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls j\\nOr bid me go into a new-made grave\\nAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud\\nThings that, to hear them told, have made me tremble\\nAnd I will do it without fear or doubt,\\nTo live an unstain d wife to my sweet love.\\nFriar Laurence. Hold, then go home, be merry, give\\nconsent\\nTo marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow\\nTo-morrow night look that thou lie alone\\nLet not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 105\\nTake thou this vial, being then in bed,\\nAnd this distilled liquor drink thou off\\nWhen presently through all thy veins shall run\\nA cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse\\nShall keep his native progress, but surcease.\\nNo warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest\\nThe roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade\\nTo paly ashes, thy eyes windows fall,\\nLike death, when he shuts up the day of life\\nEach part, depriv d of supple government.\\nShall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death\\nAnd in this borrow d likeness of shrunk death\\nThou shalt continue two and forty hours.\\nAnd then awake as from a pleasant sleep.\\nNow, when the bridegroom in the morning comes\\nTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead\\nThen, as the manner of our country is.\\nIn thy best robes uncover d on the bier\\nThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault\\nWhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.\\nIn the mean time, against thou shalt awake,\\nShall Eomeo by my letters know our drift.\\nAnd hither shall he come and he and I\\nWill watch thy waking, and that very night\\nShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.\\nAnd this shall free thee from this present shame,\\nIf no inconstant toy nor womanish fear\\nAbate thy valor in the acting it.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "106 EOMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. Give me, give me O, tell not me of fear\\nFriar Laurence. Hold; get you gone, be strong and\\nprosperous\\nIn this resolve I ll send a friar with speed\\nTo Mantua with my letters to thy lord.\\nJuliet. Love give me strength and strength shall help\\nafford.\\nFarewell, dear father \\\\_Exeant.\\nScene II. Hall in Capnlefs House.\\nEnter Capulet, Lady CAruLEX, Nurse, and two Serving-\\nmen.\\nCaj)uh t. So many guests invite as here are writ.\\n\\\\^E.vit iSemait.\\nSirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.\\n2 Servant. You shall have none ill, sir, for I ll try if\\nthey can lick their lingers.\\nCapxdet. How canst thou try them so\\n2 Servant. Marry, sir, tis an ill cook that cannot lick\\nhis own fingers therefore he that cannot lick his lingers\\ngoes not Avith me.\\nCapulet.. Go, be gone. \\\\_E.vH Servant.\\nWe shall be much unfurnish d for this time.\\nWhat, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence\\nNurse. Ay, forsooth.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "i|f|i 1^ (i\\nI J i\\\\ if l H 1", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "BOMEO ANB JULIET. IQT\\nCajmlet. Well, lie may chance to do some good on her\\nA peevish self-willed harlotry it is.\\nNurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry\\nlook.\\nEnter Juliet.\\nCapulet. How now, my headstrong where have you\\nbeen gadding\\nJuliet. Where I have learned me to repent the sin\\nOf disobedient opposition\\nTo you and your behests, and am enjoin d\\nBy holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,\\nAnd beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you\\nHenceforward I am ever rul d by you.\\nCapulet. Send for the county go tell him of this.\\nI ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.\\nJuliet. I met the youthful lord at Laurence cell\\nAnd gave him what becomed love I might,\\nNot stepping o er the bounds of modesty.\\nCaptdet. Why, I am glad on tj this is well, stand\\nup:\\nThis is as t should be. Let me see the county\\nAy, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.\\nNow, afore God this reverend holy friar.\\nAll our whole city is much bound to him.\\nJuliet. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,\\nTo help me sort such needful ornaments\\nAs you think fit to furnish me to-morrow", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "108 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nLady Cajndet. No, not till Thursday there is time\\nenough.\\nCapulet. Go, nurse, go with her; we ll to church to-\\nmorrow.\\n\\\\_Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.\\nLady Captdet. We shall be short in our provision\\nTis now near night,\\nCapulet. Tush, I will stir about.\\nAnd all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.\\nGo thou to Juliet, help to deck up her\\nI ll not to bed to-night let me alone\\nI ll play the housewife for this once. What, ho\\nThey are all forth. Well, I will walk myself\\nTo County Paris, to prepare him up\\nAgainst to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light,\\nSince this same wayward girl is so reclaim d. \\\\_Exeunt.\\nScene III. Juliet s Chaviber.\\nEnter Juliet and Nurse.\\nJuliet. Ay, those attires are best but, gentle nurse,\\nI pray thee, leave me to myself to-night\\nFor I have need of many orisons\\nTo move the heavens to smile upon my state.\\nWhich, well thou know st is cross, and full of sin.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "Phcitci by Byron", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 109\\nEnter Lady Capulet.\\nLady Capulet. What, are you busy, ho need you my\\nhelp\\nJuliet. Ko, madam we have cull d such necessaries\\nAs are behoveful for our state to-morrow\\nSo jjlease you, let me now be left alone,\\nAnd let the nurse this night sit up with you\\nFor, T am sure, you have your hands full all,\\nIn this so sudden business.\\nLady Capulet. Good night\\nGet thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.\\n{Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.\\nJuliet. Farewell God knows when we shall meet\\nagain.\\nI have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,\\nThat almost freezes up the heat of life\\nI ll call them back again to comfort me.\\nNurse What should she do here\\nMy dismal scene I needs must act alone.\\nCome, vial.\\nWhat if this mixture do not work at all\\nShall I be married then to-morrow morning\\nNo, no this shall forbid it. Lie thou there.\\n\\\\Laying doivn a dagger.\\nWhat if it be a poison, which the friar\\nSubtly hath minister d to have me dead,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "110 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nLest in this mai-riage he should be dishouor d,\\nBecause he married me before to Komeo\\nI fear it is and yet, methinks, it should not,\\nFor he hath still been tried a holy man.\\nHow if, when I am laid into the tomb,\\nI wake before the time that Romeo\\nCome to redeem me there s a fearful point\\nShall I not then be stifled in the vault,\\nTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in\\nAnd there die strangled ere my Komeo comes\\nOr, if I live, is it not very like,\\nThe horrible conceit of death and night,\\nTogether with the terror of the place,\\nAs in a vault, an ancient receptacle.\\nWhere for these many hundred years the bones\\nOf all my buried ancestors are pack d\\nWliere bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,\\nLies festering in his shroud where, as they say,\\nAt some hours in the night spirits resort\\nAlack, alack, is it not like that I,\\nSo early waking, what with loathsome smells.\\nAnd shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,\\nThat living mortals hearing tliem run mad\\n0, if I wake, shall I not be distraught.\\nEnvironed with all these hideous fears\\nAnd madly play with my forefathers joints\\nAnd pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nAnd, in this rage, with some great kinsman s Ijone,\\nAs with a club, dash out my desperate brains\\n0, look, methinks I see my cousin s ghost\\nSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his body\\nUpon a rapier s point. Stay, Tybalt, stay\\nRomeo, I come this do I drink to thee.\\n\\\\_Slie throws herself on the hed.\\nScene IV. Hall in Ca pidet s House.\\nEnter Lady Capulet and Nurse.\\nLady Capulet. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more\\nspices, nurse.\\nNurse-. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.\\nEnter Capulet.\\nCapulet. Come, stir, stir, stir the second cock hath\\ncrow d,\\nThe curfew-bell hath rung, tis three o clock.\\nLook to the bak d meats, good Angelica\\nSpare not for cost.\\nN urse. Go, you cot-quean, go,\\nGet you to bed faith, you ll be sick to-morrow\\nFor this night s watching.\\nCapulet. No, not a whit. What I have watch d ere\\nnow\\nAll night for lesser cause, and ne er been sick.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "112 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nLady Capulet. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in\\nyour time\\nBut I will watch you from such watching now.\\n\\\\_Exeunt Lady Capulet and Niirse.\\nCaindet. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood\\nEnter three or four Servingmen, ivith spits, logs, and\\nbaskets.\\nNow, fellow,\\nWhat s there\\n1 Servant. Things for the cook, sir but I know not\\nwhat.\\nCapulet. Make haste, make haste. \\\\_Exit Servant.\\nSirrah, fetch drier logs\\nCall Peter, he will show thee where they are.\\n2 Servant. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs.\\nAnd never trouble Peter for the matter. \\\\_Exit.\\nCapulet. Mass, and well said a merry whoreson, ha\\nThou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, tis day\\nThe county will be here with music straight,\\nPor so he said he would. I hear him near.\\n\\\\Music within.\\nNurse Wife What, ho What, nurse, I say\\nRe-enter Nurse.\\nGo waken Juliet, go and trim her up\\nI ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 113\\nMake haste the bridegroom he is come already\\nMake haste, I say. [Exeunt.\\nScene V. Jtdiefs Chamber.\\nEnter Nurse.\\nNurse. Mistress what, mistress Juliet fast, I war-\\nrant her, she.\\nWhy, lamb why, lady fie, you slug-a-bed\\nWhy, love, I say madam sweet-heart why, bride\\nWhat, not a word How sound is she asleep\\nI needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam\\nAy, let the county take you in your bed\\nHe ll fright you up, i faith. \u00e2\u0080\u0094Will it not be\\nUndraws the curtains.\\nWhat, dress d and in your clothes and down again\\nI must needs wake you. Lady lady lady\\nAlas, alas Help, help my lady s dead\\n0, well-a-day, that ever I was born\\nSome aqua vitae, ho My lord my lady\\nEnter Lady Capulet.\\nLady Capulet. What noise is here\\nNurse. lamentable day\\nLady Capidet. What is the matter\\nNurse. Look, look heavy day", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "114 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nLady Capulet. me, me My child, my only life,\\nEevive, look up, or I will die with thee\\nHelp, help Call help.\\nEnter Capulet.\\nCcqndet. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is\\ncome.\\nNurse. She s dead, deceas d, she s dead alack the\\nday\\nLady Capillet. Alack the day, she s dead, she s dead,\\nshe s dead\\nCapulet. Ha let me see her. Out, alas she s cold\\nHer blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;\\nLife and these lips have long been separated.\\nDeath lies on her like an untimely frost\\nUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.\\nNurse. lamentable day\\nLady Capulet. woful time\\nCapulet. Death, that hath ta en her hence to make me\\nwail,\\nTies up my tongue and will not let me speak.\\nEnter Friar Laurence a?zcZ Paris, ivith Musicians.\\nFriar Laurence. Come, is the bride ready to go to\\nchurch\\nCapulet. Eeady to go, but never to return.\\nson the night before thy wedding-day", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 115\\nHath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies,\\nFlower as she was, deflower d by him.\\nDeath is my son-in-law. Death is my heir\\nMy daughter he hath wedded. I will die,\\nAnd leave him all; life, living, all is Death s.\\nParis. Have I thought long to see this morning s face,.\\nAnd doth it give me such a sight as this\\nLady Cajjulet. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful\\nday!\\nMost miserable hour that e er time saw\\nIn lasting labor of his pilgrimage\\nBut one, poor one, one poor and loving child,\\nBut one thing to rejoice and solace in.\\nAnd cruel death hath catch d it from my sight\\nNurse. woe woful, woful, woful day\\nMost lamentable day, most woful day,\\nThat ever, ever, I did yet behold\\nday day day hateful day\\nNever was seen so black a day as this\\nwoful day, woful day\\nParis. Beguil d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain\\nMost detestable death, by thee beguil d.\\nBy cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!-\\nlove life not life, but love in death\\nCa pulet. Despis d, distressed, hated, martyr d, kill d\\nUncomfortable time, why cam st thou now\\nTo murder, murder our solemnity", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "IIQ liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nclnld child my soul, and not my child\\nDead art thou Alack my child is dead\\nAnd with my child my joys are buried.\\nFriar Laurence. Peace, ho for shame confusion s cure\\nlives not\\nIn these confusions. Heaven and yourself\\nHad part in this fair maid now heaven liath all,\\nAnd all the better is it for the maid\\nYour part in her you could not keep from death.\\nBut heaven keeps his part in eternal life.\\nThe most you sought was her promotion.\\nFor twas your heaven she should be advanc d\\nAnd weep ye now, seeing she is advanc d\\nAbove the clouds, as high as heaven itself\\n0, in this love, you love your child so ill.\\nThat 3^ou run mad, seeing that she is well\\nShe s not well married that lives married long,\\nBut she s best married that dies married young.\\nDry up your tears, and stick your rosemary\\nOn this fair corse, and, as the custom is.\\nIn all her best array bear her to church\\nFor though fond nature bids us all lament,\\nYet nature s tears are reason s merriment.\\nCapulet. All things that we ordained festival,\\nTurn from their office to black funeral\\nOur instruments to melancholy bells,\\nOur wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. \\\\\\\\1\\nOur solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,\\nOur bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,\\nAnd all things change them to the contrary.\\nFriar Laurence. Sir, go you in, \u00e2\u0080\u0094and, madam, go with\\nhim\\nAnd go, Sir Paris every one prepare\\nTo follow this fair corse unto her grave.\\nThe heavens do lower upon you for some ill\\nMove them no more by crossing their high will.\\n[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capidet, Paris, and Friar.\\n1 Musician. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be\\ngone.\\nNurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up\\nTor, well you know, this is a pitiful case. \\\\_Exit.\\n1 Musician. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.\\nEnter Peter.\\nPeter. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart s ease. Heart s\\nease 0, an you will have me live, play Heart s ease.\\n1 Musician. Why Heart s ease\\nPeter. 0, musicians, because my heart itself plays My\\nheart is full of woe 0, play me some merry dump, to\\ncomfort me.\\n1 Musician. Not a dump we tis no time to play now.\\nPeter. You will not, then\\n1 Musician. No.\\nPeter. I will then give it you soundly.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "118 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\n1 Musician. What will you give us\\nPeter. No money, on my faith, but the gleek I Avill\\ngive you the minstrel.\\n1 llusician. Then will I give you the serving-creature.\\nPeter. Then will I lay the serving-creature s dagger on\\nyour pate. I will carry no crotchets I ll re you, I ll fa\\nyou do you note me\\n1 Musician. An you re us and fa us, you note us.\\n2 Musician. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put\\nout your wit.\\nPeter. Then have at you with my wit I will dry-beat\\nyou with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger.\\nAnswer nie like men\\nWhen griping grief the heart doth wound,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2And doleful dumps the mind oppress,\\nThen music with her silver sound\\nwhy silver sound why music with her silver sound\\nWhat say you, Simon Catling?\\n1 Musician. Marry, sii because silver hath a sweet\\nsound.\\nPeter. Pretty What say you, Hugh Eebeck\\n2 Musician. I say silver sound, because musicians\\nsound for silver.\\nPeter. Pretty too What say you, James Sound-\\npost?\\n3 Musician. Faith, I know not what to say.\\nPeter. 0, I cry you mercy you are the singer I will", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 119\\nsay for you. It is music with her silver sound, because\\nmusicians have no gokl for sounding\\nThen music with her silver sound\\nWith speedy help doth lend redress. \\\\_Exit.\\n1 Musician. What a pestilent knave is this same\\n2 Musician. Hang him, Jack Come, we ll in here\\ntarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. \\\\_Exeunt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "ACT V.\\nScene I. Mantua. A Street.\\nEnter Romeo.\\nRomeo. If I may trust the flattering trutli of sleep,\\nMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand.\\nMy bosom s lord sits lightly in his throne\\nAnd all this day an unaccustoni d spirit\\nLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.\\nI dreamt my lady came and found me dead\\nStrange dream that gives a dead man leave to think\\nAnd breath d such life with kisses in my lips,\\nThat I reviv d, and was an emperor.\\nAh me how sweet is love itself possess d,\\nWhen but love s shadows are so rich in joy\\nEnter Balthasar.\\nNews from Verona How now, Balthasar\\nDost thou not bring me letters from the friar\\nHow doth my lady Is my father well\\nHow fares my Juliet that I ask again\\nFor nothing can be ill, if she be well.\\nBalthasar. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill\\nHer body sleeps in Capel s monument,\\n120", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 121\\nAnd lier immortal part with angels lives.\\nI saw her laid low in her kindred s vault,\\nAnd presently took post to tell it you.\\n0, pardon me for bringing these ill news,\\nSince you did leave it for my office, sir.\\nRomeo. Is it even so then I defy you, stars\\nThou know st my lodging get me ink and paper.\\nAnd hire post-horses I will hence to-night.\\nBalthasar. I do beseech you, sir, have patience\\nYour looks are pale and wild, and do import\\nSome misadventure.\\nRomeo. Tush, thou art deceiv d\\nLeave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.\\nHast thou no letters to me from the friar\\nBalthasar. No, my good lord.\\nRomeo. ISTo matter get thee gone,\\nAnd hire those horses I ll be with thee straight.\\n[_Exit Balthasar.\\nWell, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.\\nLet s see for means. mischief, thou art swift\\nTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men\\nI do remember an apothecary,\\nAnd hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted\\nIn tatter d weeds, with overwhelming brows.\\nCulling of simples meagre were his looks.\\nSharp misery had worn him to the bones\\nAnd in his needy shop a tortoise hung.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "122 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nAn alligator stuff d, and other skins\\nOf ill-shap d fishes and about his shelves\\nA beggarly account of empty boxes,\\nGreen earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,\\nRemnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,\\nWere thinly scatter d, to make up a show.\\nNoting this penury, to myself I said.\\nAn if a man did need a poison now,\\nWhose sale is present death in Mantua,\\nHere lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.\\n0, this same thought did but forerun my need,\\nAnd this same needy man must sell it me\\nAs I remember, this should be the house.\\nBeing holiday, the beggar s shop is shut.\\nWhat, ho apothecary\\nEnt67 Apothecary.\\nApothecary. Who calls so loud\\nRomeo. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor\\nHold, there is forty ducats let me have\\nA dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear\\nAs will disperse itself through all the veins\\nThat the life-weary taker may fall dead.\\nAnd that the trunk may be discharg d of breath\\nAs violently as hasty powder fir d\\nDoth hurry from the fatal cannon s womb.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "BOMEO AND JULIET. 123\\nA]jothecary. Sucli mortal drugs I have but Mantua s\\nlaw\\nIs deatli to any he that utters them.\\nRomeo. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,\\nAnd fear st to die famine is in thy cheeks,\\nNeed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,\\nContempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,\\nThe world is not thy friend, nor the world s law\\nThe world affords no law to make thee rich\\nThen be not poor, but break it, and take this.\\nApothecary. My poverty, but not my will, consents.\\nRomeo. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.\\nApothecary. Put this in any liquid thing you will.\\nAnd drink it off and, if you had the strength\\nOf twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.\\nRomeo. There is thy gold, worse poison to men s souls,\\nDoing more murders in this loathsome world,\\nThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.\\nI sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.\\nFarewell buy food, and get thyself in flesh.\\nCome, cordial and not poison, go with me\\nTo Juliet s grave J for there must I use thee. \\\\Exeunt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "124 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nScene II. Friar Laurence s Cell.\\nEnter Fkiar John.\\nFriar John. Holy Franciscan friar brother, ho\\nEnter Friar Laurence.\\nFriar Laurence. This same should be the voice of Friar\\nJohn.\\nWelcome from Mantua what says Romeo\\nOr, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.\\nFriar John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,\\nOne of our order, to associate me.\\nHere in this city visiting the sick,\\nAnd finding him, the searchers of the town,\\nSuspecting that we both were in a house\\nWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,\\nSeal d up the doors, and would not let us forth\\nSo that my speed to Mantua there was stay d.\\nFriar Laurence. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo\\nFriar John. I could not send it, here it is again,\\nISTor get a messenger to bring it thee.\\nSo fearful were they of infection.\\nFriar Laurence. Unhappy fortune! by my brother-\\nhood.\\nThe letter was not nice, but full of charge\\nOf dear import, and the neglecting it", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 125\\nMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence\\nGet me an iron crow, and bring it straight\\nUnto my cell.\\nFriar John. Brother, I ll go and bring it thee. \\\\_Exit.\\nFriar Laurence. Xow must I to the monument alone\\nWithin this three hours will fair Juliet wake.\\nShe will beshrew me much that Eomeo\\nHath had no notice of these accidents\\nBut I will write again to Mantua,\\nAnd keep her at my cell till Romeo come\\nPoor living corse, clos d in a dead man s tomb [.Exit.\\nScene III. A Churchyard in it a Tomb belonging to\\nthe Cajjulets.\\nEnter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch.\\nParis. Give me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand\\naloof\\nYet put it out, for I would not be seen.\\nUnder yond yew-trees lay thee all along.\\nHolding thine ear close to the hollow ground\\nSo shall no foot upon the churchyard tread.\\nBeing loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,\\nBut thou shalt hear it whistle then to me.\\nAs signal that thou hear st something approach.\\nGive me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "126 liOMEO AND JULIET.\\nPage. [_As ide] I am almost afraid to stand alone\\nHere in the churchyard yet I will adventure. \\\\_Ref.ires.\\nParis. Sweet flower, Avith flowers thy bridal bed I\\nstrew.\\nwoe thy canopy is dust and stones,\\nWhich with sweet water nightly I will dew.\\nOr, wanting that, with tears distill d by moans\\nThe obsequies that I for thee will keep\\nNightly shall. be to strew thy grave and weep.\\n\\\\_The Page whistles.\\nThe boy gives warning something doth approach.\\nWhat cursed foot wanders this way to-night.\\nTo cross my obsequies and true love s rite\\nWhat, with a torch Muffle me, night, awhile.\\n\\\\_Ii.etires.\\nEnter Eomeo and Balthasar, ivith a torch, mattock, etc.\\nRomeo. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.\\nHold, take this letter early in the morning\\nSee thou deliver it to my lord and father.\\nGive me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee,\\nWhate er thou hear st of seest, stand all aloof,\\nAnd do not interrupt me in my course.\\nWhy I descend into this bed of death\\nIs partly to behold my lady s face,\\nBut chiefly to take thence from her dead finger\\nA precious ring, a ring that I must use", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "EOMEO AND JULIET. 127\\nIn dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone\\nBut if thou, jealous, dost return to pry-\\nIn what I further shall intend to do,\\nBy heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint\\nAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs.\\nThe time and my intents are savage-wild.\\nMore fierce and more inexorable far\\nThan empty tigers or the roaring sea.\\nBalthasar. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.\\nBorneo. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou\\nthat\\nLive, and be prosperous and farewell, good fellow.\\nBalthasar. \\\\^Aside\\\\ For all this same, I ll hide me\\nhereabout\\nHis looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Eetires.\\nBorneo. Thou detestable maw, tliou womb of death,\\nGorg d with the dearest morsel of the earth,\\nThus I enforce thy rotten jaws to oj)en.\\nAnd, in despite, I ll cram thee with more food\\nl^Opens the tovih.\\nParis. This is that banish d haughty Montague,\\nThat murder d my love s cousin, with which grief,\\nIt is supposed, the fair creature died,\\nAnd here is come to do some villanous shame\\nTo the dead bodies I will apprehfend him. \\\\_Aclvances.\\nStop thy unhallow d toil, vile Montague\\nCan vengeance be pursued further than death", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "128 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nCondemned villain, I do apprehend tliee\\nObe} and go with me for thou must die.\\nBorneo. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither.\\nGood gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man\\nFly hence, and leave me think upon these gone\\nLet them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,\\nPut not another sin upon my head,\\nBy urging me to fury 0, be gone\\nBy heaven I love thee better than myself\\nFor I come hither arm d against myself.\\nStay not, be gone live, and hereafter say,\\nA madman s mercy bade thee run away.\\nParis. I do defy thy conjurations,\\nAnd apprehend thee for a felon here.\\nRomeo. Wilt thou provoke me then have at thee, boy\\n\\\\_They fight.\\nPage. 0, Lord, they fight I will go call the watch.\\n\\\\_Exit.\\nParis. 0, I am slain \\\\_Falls If thou be merciful,\\nOpen the tomb, lay me with Juliet. \\\\_Dies.\\nRomeo. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.\\nMercutio s kinsman, noble County Paris\\nWhat said my man, when my betossed soul\\nDid not attend him as we rode I think\\nHe told me Paris should have married Juliet\\nSaid he not so or did I dream it so\\nOr am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 129\\nTo think it was so 0, give me tliy hand,\\nOne writ with me in sour misfortune s book\\nI ll bury thee in a triumphant grave,\\nA grave 0, no a lantern, slaughter d youth\\nFor here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes\\nThis vault a feasting presence full of light.\\nDeath, lie thou there, by a dead man interr d.\\n\\\\_Laying Paris in the tomb.\\nHow oft when men are at the point of death\\nHave they been merry which their keepers call\\nA lightning before death 0, how may I\\nCall this a lightning my love my wife\\nDeath, that hath suck d the honey of thy breath,\\nHath had no power yet upon thy beauty\\nThou art not conquer d beauty s ensign yet\\nIs crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks.\\nAnd death s pale flag is not advanced there.\\nTybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet\\nO, what more favor can I do to thee\\nThan with that hand that cut thy youth in twain\\nTo sunder his that was thine enemy\\nForgive me, cousin Ah, dear Juliet,\\nWhy art thou yet so fair shall I believe\\nThat unsubstantial Death is amorous.\\nAnd that the lean abhorred monster keeps\\nThee here in dark to be his paramour\\nFor fear of that, I still will stay with thee", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "130 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nAnd never from this palace of dim night\\nDepart again here, here will I remain\\nWith wonms that are thy chamber-maids 0, here\\nAVill I set np my everlasting rest,\\nAnd shake the yoke of inauspicious stars\\nFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last\\nArms, take your last embrace and, lips, you\\nThe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss\\nA dateless bargain to engrossing death\\nCome, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide\\nThou desperate pilot, now at once run on\\nThe dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark\\nHere s to my love [Drinks true apothecary\\nThy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.\\nEnter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Lau-\\nrence, ivith a lantern, crow, and spade.\\nFriar Laurence. Saint Francis be my speed how oft\\nto-night\\nHave my old feet stumbled at graves Who s there\\nBalthasar. Here s one, a friend, and one that knows\\nyou well.\\nFriar Laurence. Bliss be upon you Tell me, good\\nmy friend.\\nWhat torch is yond, that vainly lends his light\\nTo grubs and eyeless skulls as I discern.\\nIt burneth in the Capels monument.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 131\\nBalthasar. It doth so, holy sir and there s my master.\\nOne that you love.\\nFriar Laurence. Who is it\\nBalthasar. Romeo.\\nFriar Laurence. How long hath he been there\\nBalthasar. Full half an hour.\\nFriar Laurence. Go with me to the vault.\\nBalthasar. I dare not, sir\\nMy master knows not but I am gone hence\\nAnd fearfully did menace me with death.\\nIf I did stay to look on his intents.\\nFriar Laurence. Stay, then I ll go alone. Fear comes\\nupon me\\n0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing\\nBalthasar. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,\\nI dreamt my master and another fought.\\nAnd that my master slew him.\\nFriar Laurence. Romeo \\\\_Advances.\\nAlack, alack, what blood is this, which stains\\nThe stony entrance of this sepulchre\\nWhat mean these masterless and gory swords\\nTo lie discolor d by this place of peace\\n\\\\Finters the tomb.\\nRomeo 0, pale Who else what, Paris too\\nAnd steep d in blood Ah, what an unkind hour\\nIs guilty of this lamentable chance\\nThe lady stirs. [Juliet wakes.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "132 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nJuliet. comfortable friar where is my lord\\nI do remember well wliere I should be,\\nAnd there I am. Where is my Eomeo \\\\_Noise tvithin.\\nFriar Laurence. I hear some noise. Lady, come from\\nthat nest\\nOf death, contagion, and unnatural sleep\\nA greater power than we can contradict\\nHath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.\\nThy husband in thy bosom there lies dead\\nAnd Paris too. Come, I ll dispose of thee\\nAmong a sisterhood of holy nuns\\nStay not to question, for the watch is coming\\nCome, go, good Juliet. [_Noise agaiii] I dare no longer\\nstay.\\nJuliet. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.\\n\\\\_Exit Friar Laurence.\\nWhat s here a cup, clos d in my true love s hand\\nPoison, I see, hath been his timeless end.\\nchurl drunk all, and left no friendly drop\\nTo help me after I will kiss thy lips\\nHaply some poison yet doth hang on them.\\nTo make me die with a restorative. \\\\_Kisses him.\\nThy lips are warm.\\n1 Watch. Withhi] Lead, boy which way\\nJuliet. Yea, noise then I ll be brief. happy\\ndagger \\\\_8natching Borneo^ s dagger.\\nThis is thy sheath \\\\_Stahs he7-self there rest, and let me\\ndie. [^Falls on Romeo s body, and dies.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. X33\\nEnter Watch, ivlth the Page of Paris.\\nPage. This is the place there, where the torch doth\\nburn.\\n1 Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the\\nchurchyard.\\nGo, some of you, whoe er you find attach.\\nPitiful sight here lies the county slain\\nAnd Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,\\nWho here hath lain these two days buried.\\nGo, tell the prince run to the Capulets\\nKaise up the Montagues some others search.\\nWe see the ground whereon these woes do lie\\nBut the true ground of all these piteous woes\\nWe cannot without circumstance descry.\\nBe-enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar.\\n2 Watch. Here s Eomeo s man we found him in the\\nchurchyard.\\n1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come\\nhither.\\nRe-enter others of the Watch, with Friar Laurence.\\n3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and\\nweeps\\nWe took this mattock and this spade from him,\\nAs he was coming from this churchyard side.\\n1 Watch. A great suspicion stay the friar too.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "134 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nEnter the Pkince and Attendants.\\nPrince. What misadventure is so early up,\\nThat calls our person from our morning s rest\\nEnter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others.\\nCapulet. What shovild it be, that they so shriek abroad\\nLady Capulet. The people in the street cry E-omeo,\\nSome Juliet, and some Paris, and all run\\nWith open outcry toward our monument.\\nPrince. What fear is this which startles in our ears\\n1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain\\nAnd Eomeo dead and Juliet, dead before,\\nWarm and new kill d.\\nPrince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder\\ncomes.\\n1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter d Eomeo s\\nman,\\nWith instruments upon them fit to open\\nThese dead men s tombs.\\nCapulet. heaven wife, look how our daughter\\nbleeds\\nThis dagger hath mista en, for, lo, his house\\nIs empty on the back of Montague,\\nAnd is mis-sheathed in my daughter s bosom.\\nLady Capulet. me this sight of death is as a bell,\\nThat warns my old age to a sepulchre.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. I35\\nUnter Montague and others.\\nPrince. Come, Montague for thou art early up,\\n-To see thy son and heir more early down.\\nMontague. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night\\nGrief of my son s exile hath stopp d her breath.\\nWhat further woe conspires against mine age\\nPrince. Look, and thou shalt see.\\nMo7itague. thou untaught what manners is in this,\\nTo press before thy father to a grave\\nPrince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while.\\nTill we can clear these ambiguities.\\nAnd know their spring, their head, their true descent\\nAnd then will I be general of your woes,\\nAnd lead you even to death meantime forbear.\\nAnd let mischance be slave to patience.\\nBring forth the parties of suspicion.\\nFriar Laurence. I am the greatest, able to do least,\\nYet most suspected, as the time and place\\nDoth make against me, of this direful murder\\nAnd here I stand, both to impeach and purge\\nMyself condemned and myself excus d.\\nPrince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.\\nFriar Laurence. I will be brief, for my short date of\\nbreath\\nIs not so long as is a tedious tale.\\nRomeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;\\nAnd she, there dead, that Eomeo s faithful wife.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "136 BOMEO AND JULIET.\\nI married them and their stolen marriage-day\\nWas Tybalt s doomsday, whose untimely death\\nBanish d the new-made bridegroom from this city,\\nFor whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin d.\\nYou, to remove that siege of grief from her,\\nBetroth d and would have married her perforce\\nTo County Paris then comes she to me.\\nAnd with wild looks bid me devise some means\\nTo rid her from this second marriage.\\nOr in my cell there would she kill herself.\\nThen gave I her, so tutor d by my art,\\nA sleeping potion which so took effect\\nAs I intended, for it wrought on her\\nThe form of death meantime I writ to Eomeo,\\nThat he should hither come as this dire night,\\nTo help to take her from her borrow d grave,\\nBeing the time the potion s force should cease.\\nBut he which bore my letter, Friar John,\\nWas stay d by accident, and yesternight\\nReturn d my letter back. Then all alone.\\nAt the prefixed hour of her waking.\\nCame I to take her from her kindred s vault,\\nMeaning to keep her closely at my cell\\nTill I conveniently could send to Romeo\\nBut when I came, some minute ere the time\\nOf her awaking, here untimely lay\\nThe noble Paris and true Romeo dead.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "ROMEO AND JULIET. 137\\nShe wakes, and I entreated her come forth,\\nAnd bear this work of heaven with patience\\nBut then a noise did scare me from the tomb.\\nAnd she too desperate would not go with me,\\nBut, as it seems, did violence on herself.\\nAll this I know and to the marriage\\nHer nurse is privy and, if aught in this\\nMiscarried by my fault, let my old life\\nBe sacrific d some hour before his time\\nUnto the rigor of severest law.\\nPrince. We still have known thee for a holy man.\\nWhere s Romeo s man what can he say in this\\nBalthasar. I brought my master news of Juliet s\\ndeath,\\nAnd then in post he came from Mantua\\nTo this same place, to this same monument.\\nThis letter he early bid me give his father,\\nAnd threaten d me with death, going in the vault,\\nIf I departed not and left him there.\\nPrince. Give me the letter I will look on it.\\nWhere is the county s page that rais d the watch\\nSirrah, what made your master in this place\\nPage. He came with flowers to strew his lady s grave\\nAnd bid me stand aloof, and so I did.\\nAnon comes one with light to ope the tomb,\\nAnd by and by my master drew on him\\nAnd then I ran away to call the watch.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "138 ROMEO AND JULIET.\\nPrince. This letter doth make good the friar s words\\nTheir course of love, the tidings of her death\\nAnd here he writes that he did buy a poison\\nOf a poor apothecary, and therewithal\\nCame to this vault to die and lie with Juliet.\\nWhere be these enemies Capulet Montague\\nSee, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,\\nThat heaven finds means to kill your joys with love\\nAnd I, for winking at your discords too.\\nHave lost a brace of kinsmen all are punish d.\\nCapulet. brother Montague, give me thy hand\\nThis is my daughter s jointure, for no more\\nCan I demand.\\nMontague. But I can give thee more\\nFor I will raise her statue in pure gold.\\nThat while Verona by that name is known\\nThere shall no figure at such rate be set\\nAs that of true and faithful Juliet.\\nCapulet. As rich shall Eomeo by his lady lie\\nPoor sacrifices of our enmity\\nPrince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings\\nThe sun for sorrow will not show his head.\\nGo hence, to have more talk of these sad things\\nSome shall be pardon d, and some punished\\nFor never was a story of more woe\\nThan this of Juliet and her Komeo. \\\\_Exeunt.", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "-BAp 05", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3060", "width": "2209", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3152", "width": "2551", "jp2-path": "romeojuliet01shak_0220.jp2"}}