The Chelsea Funnery - Romeo and Juliet 7/25/2026

directors. My name is Lucina. >> My name is Amos. >> My name is Ilia. >> My name is Anaise. Louisa. Sadie. >> Izzy. >> Joe. >> YAY. [applause] HERE at the funery, we have spent two weeks putting together a wonderful production for you with our wonderful campers. And here at the funery, we also like to cultivate our quadrant, which if you don't know is our hearts, our bodies, our mind, and our line, >> our voices. our voices. [laughter] >> Well, we have spent two weeks. Two weeks is not a very long time to put on a full Shakespeare show. So, sometimes our actors will call line in the middle of a scene and we'll just feed them their line. So, we ask that you're gracious about that. >> And as such, since we're putting the show on in two weeks, we have split up some of the parts. One part will be played by many actors, and one actor may play many parts. So, if you see me wearing this hat in a scene, that means I'm Amos. Then if this hat is on Ilia in the next scene, >> why I'm Amos >> and so on and so forth. >> So you follow the the costume, not the actor. >> Here at the funery, um we believe very much that everyone should have access to arts programming. Um we PROVIDE >> we [applause] um provide scholarships for about 80% of our campers. Um, and that largely comes to us through grants and donations from kind people like yourselves. So, you might have noticed that we have a donations table over there and also a merch table if you're interested in buying the the latest um most fashion [laughter] on the streets. We have a couple of t-shirts from this year left. We have a a few from previous years left. >> We got vintage. We got lots of vintage. >> Yes. Yes, I hear they're all and tax [laughter] I mean sorry donations that you make to um us through our fiscal sponsor Fractured Atlas are tax deductible as well if that's of interest to you. [applause] >> Um but uh first I have a couple of shoutouts. Um first we'd like to shout out Finn from Orca Media. Thank you so much for coming to film our show today. [applause] And we would also like to shout out the founder of the funy programs, Peter Gould. Thank you so much for coming. [applause] After the show, if you want to learn more about the history of the program. Um, but also donations need not necessarily be monetary. We also just need more kids to come to our camp. >> [laughter] >> your children. If you know any other kids who' be interested in a theater program or just really a program that they want to come to during the summer, we could use them. So, spread the word to your town. Spread them to anybody who's um from the ages of like what are we 13 to >> this camp is 13 >> to 18. But we also have the youth bunnery now. [cheering and applause] [applause] >> So, if you want to come to the youth party, that age group is what is it? better remember it is like or 8ish to 12 >> 9ish to 8ish to 12. So if you know any nine or eight year olds for next year um we want to be able to do that program again and we'd love to have more kids because this year we have a great ensemble but it's only roughly like n 18 roughly 18 and normally we have more. So if you know anyone who'd be interested in the camp please spread the word for next year. And before we have our show there's just some things we need to know. The bathrooms are at the back over there. And there will be a 10-minute intermission along with a shout out to our potluck coordinators because we are going to have a potluck after this as well. So, show and then potluck. >> And with that, >> wait, >> wait. We have one more thing. >> We have one more thing to tell you, [laughter] >> WHICH IS THAT YOU KNOW THESE ACTORS have learned this play in just two short weeks. What you may not know is we've also cast you. You are our allimp important audience. A very important role. [laughter] >> SO WHEN YOU see something that makes you laugh, when you see something cute >> or something sad, maybe something a little bit evil. >> We want to hear your loudest reactions. The actors feed off your energy just like you feed off of them. So please awe and hiss and laugh as loudly and exuberantly as you can. And without further ado, [applause] >> [bell] >> Two households both alike inity [singing] in fair where we lay our seed. From [singing] anient grudge breaks to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes [singing] civil hands unclean. From the fatal [singing] arms of these two, [music] a pair [singing] of star crossovers take their lives [singing] over with [singing] their death. Bury their parents strife. Gregory on my word we'll not carry coals. No for them we should be callers. I mean and we being collar we'll draw line. >> I well you live. >> I well you live and draw your neck out of caller. I strike quickly being moved but you are not moved quickly to strike. A dog of the house of Montigue moves me. Trul here comes the house of Montigue. My naked weapon is out. [laughter] >> I will back thee. >> How? Turn thy back and run. >> Fear me not. >> No, Mary, I fear thee. >> Let us take the law of our sides. Let them begin. I will frown as I walk by, and let them take it as they list. Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it. >> Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? I do bite my thumb, sir. >> Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? >> Is it the law of our sides if I say I? >> No. >> No, sir. I do not bite my thumb at you, sir. But I bite my thumb, sir. [laughter] >> Sir. >> Quarrel, sir. No, sir. >> If you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you. >> No better. >> Well, sir, say better. Here comes one of my master's kinsmen. >> Yes, better. Sir, >> you lie. >> Draw if you be men. Gregory, remember thy washing blow. [screaming] >> Oh my god. [screaming] >> OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHAT [screaming] >> AREN'T THERE? Turn the event bolio and look upon thy death. >> I do but keep the peace. Put up your sword or manage it to part these men by me. >> What? Drawn and talk of peace. I hate the word. As I hate hell, I'll give you thee. How about thee, COWARD? [cheering] WHAT IS IT? SO SHRIEK ABROAD for you. >> MY SWORD, I SAY. OLD MONTICHU IS COME AND HE FLOURISHES HIS BLADE IN SPITE OF ME. >> THOU VILLAIN CABULATE. Hold me not. Let me go. Come here. >> Let's go. >> Here we go. Come on. >> Will they not hear? >> WHAT? OH, YOU MEN, YOU BEASTS that quench the fires of your pernitious rage with purple fountains issuing from thy veins on pain of torture from those bloodied hands. Cast thy mistempered weapons to the ground and hear the sentence of thy movement prince. Three civil brawls bred of an airy word by thee old Capulet and Montigue have thrice disturbed the thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets. If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. For this time all the rest depart away. You Capulet, come along with me. And Montigue, come you this afternoon to hear our further pleasure in this case >> to Old Free Town, our common judgment place. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. >> Come on. >> But where is Romeo? Saw you him today. Right. Glad I am. He was not at the spray. Madam, an hour before the worshiped sun peered through the golden window of the east, a troubled mind drove me to walk abroad. We're underneath the grove of sycamore, that westward route of the city side. So early walking did I see your son. Towards him I made but he wasware of me [laughter] and stole into the cover of the wood. I measuring his affections by my own, which ones most sought where most might not be found, being one too many by my weary self, pursued my humor, not pursuing his, and gladly shunned, who gladly fled from me. Many a morning hath he there been seen with with tears augmenting the fresh morning dew adding to clouds more clouds with his deep size still away from light steals home my heavy son private in his chamber pens himself >> shuts up his windows and locks fair daylight out >> and makes him >> and makes himself An artificial night, black and pretentious must his humor prove, unless good counsel may the cause remove. >> My noble uncle, do you know the cause? >> We neither know it or nor can learn of him. >> See where he comes. So please you step aside. I'll know his grievance or be much denied. >> We weren't thou so happy by thy stay. Your cruise ship. Come, madam. Let's away. Good morning, cousin. >> Is the day so young? >> When do you struck nine? >> Sad hours seem so long. Was that my father hunt so fast? >> It was >> What sadness lengthens Romeo's hour? [laughter] >> Not having that which having makes them short >> in love. >> Ow. >> Of love. >> How to favor where I am in love. Alas, that love so gentle in his view should be so tierous and rough in proof. >> Alas, a love whose view is muffled still should without eyes see into his will. Where shall we die? Oh me, what freight was here? Yet tell me not, for I've heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why then, oh brawling love, oh loving hate, oh anything of nothing thirst create heavy lightness, serious vanity, cold fire, bright smoke, [cough] sick health, still waking sleep. That's not what it is. In this love, I feel no love. >> Don't th laugh. No, cuz I rather weep. >> Good heart. At what? >> At th's good heart oppression. >> At thy love's trans aggression, but is heavy in thy own breast. But thou will propagate and have it press into into thine own. Farewell, my cous. >> Stop. I will go along. But if you leave me here, you do me wrong. [laughter] >> Ta. I've lost myself. I'm not here. This is not Romeo. you some other way. >> Tell me in sadness. Who is it that you love? >> What shall I groan and tell thee? >> I know. Sadly, tell me who >> in sadness, cousin. I do love >> a woman. [laughter] I aim so near when I suppose you loved. >> A fair good marksman. She is fair. >> A fair mark. Fair cuz a soonest hit. Well, in a hidden mess, for she will not be hit with Cupid's era, for she has a dying spell where though she is very, very rich in beauty, and she has proof of her own chassity and is well on, with love's weak, childish bow, she'll be uncharmed. And again, though she is rich in beauty, [laughter] she's poor. Thus when she dies, beauty dies. >> So she has sworn she will still live chased >> line. She has for sworn. >> She has not for sworn to that to love. And in that vow I do live dead as I live with hell. Now >> furled by me. Forget to think of her. >> How should I forget to think? >> By taking liberty unto thine eyes. Examine other beauties. >> Show me a beauty [laughter] that is passing fair. Other beauties but a note. And I can read a pastor's passing fair. >> How can not teach me to forget? I'll pay that doctor or else I'll die in debt. [applause] But here is bound as well as I in penalty alike. And is not hard, I think, for men so old as we to keep the peace. Of honorable reckoning are you both then? Pity because you've lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what says you to my suit? >> But saying, or what I have said before, my child is yet a stranger in this world, and she hath not seen the change of 14 years. Let two more summers wither in their pride. Air we think her ripe to be a bride. Younger than she are happy mother's maid >> and too soon marred are those so early made earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she she's the hopeful lady of my earth but woo her gentle Paris get her heart for my will to her consent is but apart and she agreed within the scope of her choice lies my consent and fair according voice line >> this This night I hold an old accustom feast whereto I have invited many a guest such as I love you among the store and one more most welcome makes my number more at my poor house look to behold this night earth treading stars that will make dark heaven light here all all see and like her most whose merit most shall be which on the view of many mine being one may stand in number though In reckoning none come go with me. [laughter] Go Sra. Trudge about through Verona. Find them out whose names are here. Rit. And to them say my house. My house and welcome their pleasure. My stay. My stay. My house. [laughter] >> Find them out whose names are written here. [laughter] >> But I am said to find those persons that our names are here writ. And never can I find what names the writing person has to hear written [laughter] in good time. >> One man, one fire burns out, another's burning. One pain is lessened by another's anguish. Turn giddy and be helped by backwards turning. One desperate grief is cured with another's language. Take thou some new infection to thy eye, and the rank poison of old will die. Your plantain leaf is excellent for that. >> For what, I prince? >> For your broken shin. >> Why, Romeo? I felt mad. >> Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison. Kept without my food. Whipped and tormented and [laughter] good fellow. I pray you, sir. Can you read? >> I my own fortune in my misery. Perhaps you have learned without a book. >> But I pray, sir, can you read anything you see? >> I sir, if I know the letters and the language. >> You say honestly. Rest you, Mary. >> Stay fellow. I can read. >> Senior Martino and his wife and daughters. County Anime and his beautious sisters. [snorts] The lady widow of Vrivio. Senior Placentio and his lovely nieces Marushio and his brother Valentine, mine uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters, my fair niece Rosaline, >> and Livia, Senior Valentino, and his cousin Tibultt, Luchio, and the lively Helena. XOXO. A fair assembly. Whether shall they come? >> Oh, uh, >> wither to supper. A two-hour house. [cough] >> Whose house? >> My master's. >> Indeed. I should have asked you that before. >> Now I'll tell thee without asking. My master is the great rich calculus. >> And if you be not of the house of Montigue, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you, Mary. At this same ancient feast of Capulets, such as the fair rosal line, did thou so love, with all the admired beauties of Verona, go thither with an unattated eyes. Compare her face to some that I will show, and I will make thee think thy swan a crow. >> One more fair than my love. The allseeing son never saw her match since first the world begun. >> Cut. You saw her fair. None else being by. herself poised with herself in either eye but in the crystal scales that there be weighed your lady's love against some other maid that I will show you shining at this feast and she will scant show will that now see this >> I will go no such sight to be shown but to rejoice in splendor of my own [laughter] >> nurse where's my daughter call her forth to me now by my maiden head at 12 years old where is that girl What? Lamb? What? Ladybird? What? Juliet, who calls >> your mother. >> Madam, I'm here. What is your will? >> This is the matter. Nurse, go off. We must >> nurse. Come back again. I've remembered thou hearest counsel. They'll notice my daughter is of a pretty age. >> Yeah. Faith I can tell her age unto an hour. >> She is not 14. >> I'll lay 14 of my teeth. Yet to my teen be it spoken, I have but four. She's not yet 14. How long is it now till Lamb is time? >> A fortnight in odd days. Even odd of all days of the year. Come Lamb Eve, shall she be 14? Mine. Susan and she. >> Susan and she. God rest her soul. Were of an age. Well, Susan's with God now. She were too good for me. But as I said, come lame at night. Shall she be 14? That shall she Mary I remember it well. Line his since his since 11 years the earthquake and she was weaned. For I had then laid wormwood upon my dog sitting under the dove house wall. My lord, and you were then at Manua. Nay, I do bear a brain. And since then it is 11 years for she could then stand high alone. nay by the rude, for she could have run and waddled all about. For even the day before she had fallen and broke her brow, and then my husband, God rest his soul, he were a merry man, took up the child. Yay, quot he, dust thou fallest upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit. Wilt thou not, jewel? And the pretty wretch left crying and said I to see now how a just should come about. I warrant and I should live a thousand years. I never shall forget it. Yay quot he [laughter] thou flest upon thy face? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest of age. Wilt thou not jewel? It stinted and said I. >> Enough of this I pray. Beehold thy peace. >> Yes ma'am. >> Yet I did not choose but laugh. to think it should leave crying and say I [laughter] to line >> and yet I war. >> And yet I warn it. It had a bump upon its brow as big as a young cockro stone. A perilous knock and it cried bitterly. Nine. >> Yay. >> YAY. [laughter] Thou wallest UPON THY FACE. THOU WILT fall backward when thou hast more wit. It stinted [laughter] and said, "I >> stint thou too. I'm ready or say I." >> Peace I have done. Thou was the prettiest babe that air I nurse and I should live to see thee married once. I have my wish. >> Mary, that Mary is the very theme I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet, how stranger is this position to be married? >> It is an honor. One that I dreamed not of. >> An honor? Were not I thine only nurse, I would say thou hast sucked wisdom from thy teeth. Well, [laughter] younger than you here in Verona, ladies of esteem are made already mothers. By my count, I was your mother much upon these years that you are now a maid. Thus, Venimbury, the valiant Paris, seeks you for his love. >> A man, lady, lady, such a man as all the world, for he's a man of wax. >> Grown Summers hath not such a flower. >> A flower in faith, a very flower. >> What say you? Can you love the gentleman? And that you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris's face. Find the light written with beauty's pen. So shall you share all dog he possesses by having him making yourself no less. >> No less. Nay bigger. Women grow by men. Speak briefly. Can you like Paris's love? >> I'll look to like if looking like he move. But no more deep dart mine eyes. Then your consent gives strength to make it blind. Madam, the guests are come. Supper served up. You called. My young lady asked for the nurse cursed in the pantry and all extremity. I must hence to wait. I beseech you follow straight. We follow thee. Juliet, the county stays. Go girl. Seek happy nights to happy days. [laughter] Give me a torch. I'm not for this amling. Being but heavy, I will bear the light. >> Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. >> Not I. Believe me, you have dancing shoes with nimble souls. I have [laughter] a soul of lead. So stakes me to the ground. I cannot move. [laughter] >> You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound. I am too sore and pierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers. [laughter] And so bound I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe. Under love's heavy burden. Do I sink? and to sink in it. >> Should you burden love? Too great oppression for a tender thing. >> Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like a thorn. If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in. A visor for a visor. [laughter] >> Come knock and enter and sooner in. Let every man be taken to his leg. A torch for me. Let wanton's light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. I'll be a candle holder and look on. The game was near so fair. And I am done. T dun the mouse the constable's own word if thou art done we'll draw thee from the mire or save your reverence love wherein thou stickest up to the ears COME WE BURN DAYLIGHT HOW nay that is not so we mean sir in delay we waste our lights in vain light lights by day take our good meaning and we mean well in going to this mass puts his no wit to go. And why may one ask? I dreamt a dream tonight. [laughter] And so did I. Well, what was yours? >> That dreamers often lie. In their bed asleep, well, they do dream things true. >> Oh, that I see Queen M has been with you. She's the fair's midwife, and she comes in shape no bigger than an agot stone on the forefinger of an alderman, drawn by a team of little adami over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon spokes of um long spinners legs, her cover of grasshopper wings, her traces of the smallest spid's web, her collar of the moonshine's watery beams, her whip of CRICKETS BONES, THE LASH of film. And in this state, she gallops night by night through lover's brains. And then they dream of love on court's knees who dream on curtsies straight. Or lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees or ladies lips who straight on kisses dream which oft the angry man with blisters plagues because their breaths with sweet meats tainted are. in this. Sometimes she drith or a courtier's nose and then dreams he of smelling out a suit. SOMETIMES she drith or a SOLDIER'S NECK AND THEN DREAMS HE OF SPLITTING FOREIGN THROATS. THIS IS SHE >> PEACE MARUSHIO. PEACE. Thou talkest of nothing. >> Drew [laughter] talk of dreams which are the children of an idle brain. begott of nothing but vain fantasy, as thin a substance as the air, and more inconstant than the wind, who woos even now the frozen bosom of the north, and being angered, puffs away from vents, turning aside to the dewdropping south. >> This wind we speak of blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and you shall come too late. I fear too early for my mind must give some consequence yet hanging in the stars shall bitterly begin his fearful night with this night's rebels and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But >> he that hath the spirage of my course, direct my sail ON MUSTY GENTLEMEN. >> Strike drunk. [music] [applause] >> He ships a trencher. He scrape a trencher. >> When good men shall lie in one or two men's hands and unwashed to is an awful thing. >> Away with the joint stools. Remove the court cupboard and look to the plates. Good thou save me a piece of march pan. >> And as thou loves me, let the porter and Susan grindstoneone and Nell ANTHONY AND POT PAN. >> All right, boy. >> READY. [clears throat] [groaning] You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for in the great chamber. >> We cannot be here and there too. Chilly boys while the longer liver take off. [clears throat] >> Welcome, gentlemen. Ladies that have their toes unplagued with corns will walk on out with you. Aha! My mistresses, which of you will now deny to dance? She that makes dainty, she I'll swear hath corns. Ah! Oh, gentlemen, >> I have seen the day that I have worn a visor and could whisper a tale in a fair lady's ear. DISGONE IS GONE. Is gone. Ah you are welcome gentlemen come musicians play. Oh yes give room and foot it girls. I'm [laughter] La. [music] [singing] [music] La >> and quench the fire. >> The room is grown TOO HOT. >> WHAT LADY do yonder night? >> I know not, sir. >> I swear she teaches the torches to burn bright. Has my heart loved till now? Swear it. I've never seen a true beauty till this night. This by his voice should be a Montigue. Pitch me my rape your boy. Huh? >> What dares the slave come hither covered with an anticed face to fleer and scorn at our somnity? Now by the stalk and honor of my kin to strike him dead. My hold is not a sin. OH, WHY, HOW NOW, KINSMEN? WHEREFORE STORM YOU SO? >> MY LORD, this is a Montigue, our foe, who has come hither in spite to scorn and our somnity this night. Uh, >> young Romeo is it? Is he that villain Romeo? >> Content thee, gentle c, let him alone. He bears him like a portly gentleman. And to speak truth, Verona brags of him to be a virtuous and wellvered gentleman. [laughter] >> I I would not for all of the wealth of this town in my house to him disparagement. >> I will NOT ENDURE. >> HE SHALL be endured. >> What good men boy I say he shall go to. Am I the master here or are you GO TOO? >> YOU ARE A BRINCOCK. GO BE QUIET. OH, YES. UH, merry this time. [laughter] >> Be quiet or I will make thee quiet. Oh, yes. Uh, what? Uh, yes. Dearly, my hearts, this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet, in time convert you bitterest gall. [singing] YEAH. N [music and singing] >> WA WA. Number [music] [cheering] [applause] [laughter] But my unworthiest hand, my gentle sin is this. My lips too blushing pilgrims to soft thy rough touch with a tender kiss. >> Good pilgrim. You wrong your hands too much. Mly devotion shows this for saint have hands that hesit. >> I have not saints lips or holy palmers too. >> I feel lips in my hand. >> Ah dear saint what lips do a hands do? They pray grant thou lest thou faith turn to despair. >> Not move though. Grant for prayer sake. >> Move not while my prayers affect. I think >> sin from my lips is purged. >> Half my lips with sin they have took. >> Sin from my lips trespass sweetly heard. Give me my sin again. >> You kissed by the book. [laughter] Madam, your mother craves a word with you. >> What is her mother? >> Very bachelor. Her mother is the lady of this house and a good lady and wise and virtuous. I nursed her daughter there that you talked to [laughter] all. I tell you, he that can lay hold of her shall have the jinx. >> She is a cabulent. >> Oh, fear count. My life is in my post death. >> Away. Be gone this morning at that in bed. The more my life is unrest. >> Hey gentlemen, prepare not to be gone. We have a foolish trifling banquet towards. Is it even so? Why then? I thank you. I thank you. Honest gentlemen. Good night. Yes. Uh yes. More torches here. Uh come. Let's to bed. Acura by my faith. It waxes late. It all to MY [applause] young gentleman. >> Ah, the son of old Tiberio. >> And who is he that follows out the door? >> I think that be young Patrushio. >> And who is he that would not dance? >> I know not. >> Go ask his name. If he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding band. >> His name is Romeo and a Montigue, the son of your only enemy. >> My only love sprung from my only hate. Unknown too early yet known too late. Prestigious birth of love it is to me to love a loathe enemy. >> What's this? What's this? >> A rhyme I learned from one who danced the ball. Yeah. >> Ah, anan. Anan lets away. The strangers are now gone. >> Can I go forward when my heart is here? [panting] >> Romeo. My cousin. Romeo. Romeo. >> Call. Good. Marushio, >> nail conjure too. Romeo humors madman passion lover. Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh. Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied. CRY BUT I ME. Pronounce but love and do. He heareth not. He stereth not. He moveth not. The ape is dead, >> and I shall conjure him. Romeo, I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, by her high forehead, and her scarlet lip, by her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh in all the area that their adjacent lie. [laughter] >> And if you hear these, I will anger him. That cannot anger him. My invocation is fair and honest. >> Come, he has hid himself among the trees to be consorted with the humorous night. Blind is his love and best beits the dark. >> If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark. Romeo, good night. All to my tr. This field bed is too cold for me to sleep. Come on. Shall we go? Go then from tisen vain. To seek him here means not to be found. Good. >> He just says scars that have never felt a wound, >> but soft. What light their yonder window breaks? It is the east and and Julia is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief. that thou her maid art far more fair than she? It is my lady. It is thy love. Oh, if she knew she were li [laughter] she speaks yet says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses. I will answer it. I AM TOO BOLD. [laughter] Give not to me. She speaks two of the fairest stars in all of heaven. Having some business dot treat her eye to twinkle in their spears till they return. What if her eyes were there? They in her head. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp. Her eye in heaven through the airy region stream so bright that that birds would sing and think it were not night. >> Fine. See the power. >> See how she rests her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I wore a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek by me. She speaks. Oh, speak again, bright angel, for thou art as glorious to this night. Or my head as a winged messenger of heaven. Oh Romeo, oh Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Neither refuse thy name. Or if thou will not be sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. >> Shall I hear more, or shall I shall I speak at this? >> Thy name that is my enemy. Though thyself, though not a Montigue, what's Montigue? It's not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face. Oh, be any other name belonging to man. It's in a name. That which we call a rose of any other word would smell as sweet. Chrome doth thy name and by thy name which is no part of thee. Take all myself. I take thee at thy word. Call me but love and I'll be new baptized. Henceforth I will never be Romeo. >> Of course I that socreed at night stumbled upon my counsel. >> By name I know not how to tell thee who I am. For my name is hateful to myself, because it is an enemy to thee. [laughter] >> My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of thy tongues uttering, yet I know the sound. Art thou not Romeo and a Montigue? [laughter] >> Neither, fair maid, if if either thee dislike, who can thou hither? And wherefore the orchard walls are high and hard to climb, and I mean death considering who there are, if any of my kinsmen find thee here. With love's light wings, deny or perch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out. What love can do that dares love attempt. Therefore, thy kinsmen are no stop to me. >> They see thee here, they will murder thee. line. >> A lack of >> a lack. Their lies more peril in thine eyes than 20 of their swords. My life was better ended by their hate than death proged wanting of thy love. I would not for the world they found thee here. I have knights cloak to hide me from their eyes. >> Fine. >> And but thou love me. >> And but thou loved me. Then let them find me here. By whose direction found sa this place? >> It was love that did first prompt me to inquire. He lent me counsel and I lent him my eyes. [laughter] >> How knows the mask of night is on my face? Else would a maiden blush be paint my cheek. For knowing what thou hast heard me speak tonight. >> Dust thou love me? I know thou wil say I. [laughter] >> And I will take thy word. But if thou swearest, thou may prove false. >> Romeo, if thou dost love me, pronounce it faithfully. By yonder, blessed moon, I vow, >> not by the moon. Moon monthly circle or this likewise prove variable. What shall I swear by? Do not swear at all. Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which to God is my adultery, and I will believe thee. >> My heart's true vow. Do not swear. >> Oh, though I find joy in thee. I find no joy in this contract tonight. It's too rash, too uncertain, too unadvised, too like lightning, which ceases to be. Here, one can to say it lightens. Good night. >> Fine. >> This of love. >> In this bud of love, by summer's reckoning breath may prove a beautious flower. By next we meet night, >> as sweet repose, >> as sweet repose and rest. Come to the thy heart as within my breast. >> Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? [laughter] >> Satisfaction can't thou have tonight. Thy faithful loves vow for mine. >> I did give you mine before thou disrequest it. Yeah, I were to give again. >> Would thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love? >> To be frank, I give it thee again. I wish for what I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have. For both are infinite. Madam, >> I hear a noise within. Love a do mine. >> A non good nurse. >> A non- good nurse. Sweet Migu, be true. Stay but a little. I'll come again. Oh, blessed blessed night. I am a feared being a night. This is all but a dream. Too flattering sweet to to be substantial. Three words. >> Good night indeed. line. >> If that thy bent, >> if that thy bent love be honorable, thy purpose, marriage, I'll send thee tomorrow. By one, I did send thee. >> Madam, >> I come on. >> But if thou if thy purpose meets not well, I beseech thee, >> madam, >> by and by I come >> to end thy strife and leave me to the thy grave. Tomorrow I will send thee. >> [laughter] >> So thrive my soul. >> So thrive my soul. A thousand times good night. >> A thousand times the worst to want thy light. Romeo, >> it is my soul that calls upon my name. >> Romeo, my dear, >> what o'lock tomorrow shall I send thee? By the hour of nine, I will not fail. It's 20 year till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back. I will stand here till I remember it. [laughter] I will forget have thee standing there remembering how I do not thy company. >> And I will stand here still, still having me forget, forgetting any other home but this. It's almost morning. I would have gone. Good night. My party [laughter] is such a sweet night. [laughter] >> Sleep dwells in thine eyes. Peace in thy breast. Oh, if I were sleep, so sweet and peace would rest. Hence to my close frier Lawrence's cell, his help I to cause his hap to tell. >> [applause] >> The greyeyed mourn smiles on the frowning night, checkering the eastern sky with streaks of light and flight darkness like a drunkard res from fourth day's path and tightens fiery wheels line. >> Now the sun >> now the sun advances burning eye the day to cheer and night's daint dew to dry. I must have fill this oure cage of ours with bailful weeds and precious juiced flowers. Oh, Mickel is the powerful grace that lies in plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. For not so vile that on the earth live, but to the earth some special good doth give, nor ought so good, but strain from that fair use, revolt from true birth, stumbling on abuse. For virtue itself turns vile being misapplied and vile sometimes by action dignified within the infant rind of this weak flower. Poison hath resonance and medicine power for being smelt with that part cheers each part being tasted stays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still with man as well as earthb grace and r will. Still the worster is predominant as the kinko death eats up that plant. [clears throat] >> Good father day. What sweet early tongue so sweet salute me. Young son, it argues a distempered head to so soon bid good to bed. But if not so, here I hit it right. Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight. >> That last is true. The sweeter rest was mine. >> God pardon sin. Was that with Rosaline? >> [laughter] >> But the rod line, my dear ghostly father. >> No, I have forgot that name in that name's well. >> That's good, my good son. But then where were you? >> I'll tell thee thou askth me again. For I have been feasting with mine enemy lime on a sudden >> where on a sudden one hath wounded me. That's by me wounded. Both our remedies lie within thy help and holy physic lies. >> Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift. Riddling confessions have but riddling shrift. >> Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set on the fair daughter of rich Capulet. as mine is on hers and hers is set on mine and all combined save what thou must combine by holy marriage. When and where and how we met, we wooed and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray that thou consent to marry us today. >> HOLY ST. FRANCIS, WHAT HAVE us here? Is Roseline that thou didest love so dear, so soon forsaken? I see now that men's love truly lies not in their hearts but in their eyes. JESU MARIA, WHAT A deal of brine hath washed those salow cheeks of Rosaline. Lo, here upon thy cheek a stain still doth sit of an old tear that still hast not washed off yet. And art thou changed? Thou chidest me off for loving Rosaline >> for doting not for loving young people of mine >> and bast me bury love >> not to lay one in a grave another out to have >> I pray thee chive me not her I love now do grace for grace and love for love allow the other did not so >> I she knew well thy love did read by wrote that could not spell but come young waiver come go with me in one respect thy assistant I'll be For this alliance may so happy prove to turn your household drinker to true love. >> Oh, let us hence I stand on sudden haste. >> Wisely and slowly those some that run fast. >> Where the devil should this Romeo be? He mean not home tonight? >> Not to his father's house. I spoke with his men. >> Why? That same pale hard-hearted wench that robs the line torments him so that he will run mad. Civil, the kingd father's house. >> A challenge on my life. >> Romeo will answer it. >> Any man that may write may answer a letter. >> Nay, he will answer the letter's master. How he dares being dared. Alas, poor Romeo. >> He is already dead. Ran through the ear with some love song. And is he a man to encounter Tibultt? >> Why? What is Tibble? >> More than prince of cats. Oh, he's the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick songs. He rests his minimum rests. One, two, and the third in your bosom. The very butcher of a silk button. A duelist. A duelist. A gentleman of the very first house of the very first and second cause. Ah, the immortal pado. The puto reverso. The eye. >> The what? The pox of such antic lisping affecting fantasms the tuners of a new accent by jou a very good blade a very tall man. Why is this not lamentable grand sire that we should be affected by these strange flies these fashion mongers? These pardon me. Oh look there comes Romeo without his row like a dried herring. Oh flesh flesh. Ow. [snorts] How art thou fishified? >> Seenor Romeo bonjour. >> There's a French salutation for your French slap. You gave us quite the counterfeit fairly last night. >> Good maru to you both. >> What counterfeit did I give you? >> The slip, sir. The slip. Can you not conceive? >> Pardon? Good marushio. My business was great. And in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy. >> That's as much to say such a case as yours constrains A MAN TO BOW IN THE HAMS. Meaning meaning to courtsy. >> Thou has most kindly hit it. >> What am I? [laughter] >> Nay, I'm the very pink of courtesy. Pink for flower, right? Why then is my pump well flowered? >> Sure, witch. Follow me this jest a while. So thy has worn out thy pump. So that when the jest is over, thy pump may remain. Solely singular. >> Oh, single sold jest. So [laughter] singular for the singleness. >> Good Ben Folio, come between us. My wit faints. [laughter] >> Switching furs. But jinx spurs, I'll cry a match. >> Nay, if our wits run the wild goose chase, I am done. For thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits, than I'm sure I have in my whole five. Was I not there with you for the goose? >> Thou was never with me for anything that was not with me for the goose. >> I shall bite THEE BY THE EAR FOR THAT, JESS. >> NAY, GOOD GOOSE, BITE NOT. [laughter] >> Thy wit is a VERY BITTER SWEETING. IT IS A MOST SHARP SAUCE. >> WELL, then citizen is served into a sweet goo. [laughter] >> Why is THIS NOT BETTER NOW than groaning for love? Now art thou sociable? NOW ART THOU ROMEO? Now art thou what thou art in arts and in nature? For this diling love is like a great uh line. >> Great natural. Great natural walling up AND DOWN TO HIDE HIS BOBBLE IN A HOLE. >> STOP THERE. Stop there. >> Here's a goodly gear. A sail. A sail. Two too. A shirt and a smok. Peter >> an >> my fan. Pet heater. A good PETER TO HIDE HER FACE [laughter] for her fans. The fairer face. >> God you good tomorrow gentleman. >> God you good ean. Fair gentle woman. >> Is it good? It is no less, I tell you. For the body hand of the dial is now upon the prick noon. Out upon you, what a man are you? >> One gentle woman that God has made a face tomorrow. >> By my truth, it is well said for himself tomorrow. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I may find the young Romeo? >> I can tell thee, but young Romeo will be older when you find him than that when you sought him. >> [laughter] >> I am the youngest by that name for fault of a worse. You say well. >> Yay. Is the worst. Well, very well took a faith. Wisely, wisely. Blind. If you be he. >> If you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with you. >> She will indict him to a supper. >> Abod Soho. Romeo, will you come to your father's wheel to dinner thither? I will follow you. >> Farewell, ancient lady. >> Farewell, lady. >> Lady, [laughter] who is this saucy merchant that was so full of his ropery? A gentleman nurse that loves to hear himself talk and will in one minute more than he can stand in a month. >> And [laughter] he speak anything against me, I'll take him down. Anyone lustier than he is in 20 such jacks mine. And if I cannot >> And if I cannot, I will find those that shall. And thou shalt stand by two and suffer every nave that use me at his pleasure. [laughter] I saw no man use you at his pleasure. BUT IF I HAD, I WARNED YOU, MY WEAPONS would quickly have been out. I dare draw as soon as any other man with the line. [laughter] >> Well, a good OCCASION AND A LOVE AT MY SIDE. Oo master God. I AM SO THANKS THAT EVERY PART ABOUT ME QUIVERS. >> I bid you, sir, a word. Now, as I told you, my lady bid me inquire you out. What she said, I will keep to myself. But let me tell you this. If you should lead her in a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross kind of behavior, as they say. Oh, please commend me to thy lady and mistress. I do protest unto thee. >> Good heart and in faith I will tell her as such. [laughter] Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman. >> Oh, what wilt thou tell her nurse? Thou dost not mark me. >> I will tell her that you do protest, which as I [laughter] take it is a gentlemanlike offer. >> My bid her deise. bid her devise some mean to come to shrift this afternoon for there at Frier Lawrence's cell she will be shrived and married line >> here's for thy pain >> here's for thy pains no truly sir not a penny go to I say you shall >> mine >> this afternoon sir >> this afternoon sir well she shall be there >> and stay good nurse behind the abbey wall for within the hour my man will be with thee and bring thee tackle cords made like bring thee cords like a made like a tackle stare farewell commend me to thy lady >> line [laughter] a thousand times >> I a thousand times >> PETER >> I'M NOT A PACE >> [applause] >> WHAT the when I descend half hour she promised to return. Per chance she cannot meet him. It is not so. Oh, she is lame. Love's [laughter] herald should be a thoughts which glides 10 times faster than the sun's beams driving back shadows over luring hills. 9 to 12 is three long hours. Yet she has not come. If she had affections and warm youthful blood as I she'd be swift in motion as a ball. My words would band her to my love and his to me. >> Old folks many faint as they were dead. Unwieldy and lone pale as lead. Oh god, she comes. Sweet honey nurse, hast thou met with him? [laughter] Good, sweet nurse. Oh God, why does thou look sad? If thy news be sad, yet tell tell it Mary. If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news by telling it to me with so sour a face. >> I'm weary. Give me a leave a while. My how [laughter] my bones ache. What a jot have I I would thou had my bones and I th I knew pray thee speak. Good nurse speak. >> Ju haste. Hey see that I am out of breath. How art thou out of breath? If thou hast breath enough to say to me that thou art out of breath, [laughter] the excuse thou dost use in this delay is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. Is thy news good or bad? >> Say either. I'll stay thy circumstance. Is it good or bad? >> Well, you have made a simple choice. You know not how to choose a man. >> Romeo, no. Not he. Though his faith be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's. And for a hand and a foot and a body, though they be not to be popped on, yet they are past compare. He is not the flower of princes. But I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways when she serve God. >> What have you done at home? No. No. Oh, but all this did I know before? What says he of our marriage? What of that? >> Lord, how my headaches. What a head have I. It beats as if it would fall in 20 pieces. Oh, my back on the other side. Oh, my back. My back be true. Your heart for sending me about to catch my death jing up and down. Faith, I am sorry thou art not well. Sweet, sweet, sweet her. What says my love? Your love says like an honest gentleman and a courteous and a kind and a handsome [laughter] and I warned virtuous. Where is your mother? >> Where is my mother? [laughter] Why she is within? Where should she be? How oddly thou dost reply like an honest gentleman your slub says like WHERE IS YOUR MOTHER? >> [laughter] >> WELL, NOT LADY DEAR, ARE YOU SO HOT? MARY, come up at trial. Is this the pull disc for my aching bone? Henceforward, do your messages yourself. >> Here's such a coil. H, what says Romeo? >> Have you got leave to go to ship today? >> I have. Then hi, you heads to fry Lord Cell. There waits a husband to make you wipe. Now comes the wanted blood up in your cheeks. They'll be in Scarlet Straight at any news. Hi, you church. I must another way to fetch a ladder at the Witcher must. Your love must climb a bird's nest soon when it is night. I am the drudge and toil in your delight. But you shall bear the burden soon at night. [laughter] Go out to dinner. Hi you to the cell. hide a high fortune on his nurse farewell. [applause] D. >> So smile. The heavens upon this holy act. that after hours when sorrow chai us not. >> Amen. Amen. But come what sorrow can, it cannot count or fail the exchange of joy that one short minute gives me in her sight. Do thou but close our hands with holy words. Then love devouring death do what he dare. It is enough that I may but call her mine. >> These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumphs die like fire and powder which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey is lo in his own deliciousness and taste confounds the appetite. >> Therefore love moderately lady. >> Good evening to my ghostly confessor. Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for a spouse, >> as much to him else is his thanks much. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy love be heaped like mine, and thy skill be more displacant, then sweeten with thy breath this neighbor air, and that rich music's tongue unfold the imagined happiness, that both may receive by either in the steering counter. Conceit more rich in matter than in words, acts of substance, not of ornament. They are but beggars that can count their worth. But my true love has grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum up half my wealth. >> Come with me and we will make short work. For by your leaves you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one. I pray the good Marushio, let's retire. The day is hot and the caps are abroad. If we were to meet, we shall not scrape a brawl. For now, these hot days is MAD BLOOD STIRRING. THOU art like one of these fellows, that when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his sword upon the table, and says, God sends me no need of thee, and then by the operation of the second cup, draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. Am I like such a fellow? >> Come, come. Thou art as hot a jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, as moody to be moved. And what two? >> Nay. And there were two such. We should have none shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou tw thou wilt quarrel with a man for having a hair more or a hair less on thy beard than thou hast. Thou wil quarrel with a man for tracking nuts for no other reason than that thou hast hazel eyes. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat. But thy head has been beaten as adult as a quarrel for quarreling. >> Line. >> Thou has quarreled. >> Thou hast quarreled with a man for coughing in the street and waking thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun. And thou wilt tutor me from quarreling. >> And I was so apt to quarrel as any man art. But that and who shall pay the price for an hour and a quarter? The fee. Simple. Oh, simple. >> Look, there comes Tibble. [clears throat] By my heel, I care not. >> Follow me. I'll speak to them. Gentlemen, good. A word with one of you. >> And but one word with one of us. Couple it with something. Make it a word and a blow. >> You shall find me apt to that, sir, and on good occasion. Could you not take some occasion without giving? >> Oh, Marushio, thou consortest with Romeo? >> Consort? WHAT? DUST THOU make us minstrels? If thou makes us minstrels, expect to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddle stick. That which will make you dance, sounds consort. Gentlemen, we talk here in the public. Either withdrawal into some private place or reason coldly of your grievances. This here all life eyes lay upon us. >> Men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's pleasure. I >> peace with you, sir. Here comes my man. >> But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wears your livery. >> Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this. Thou art a villain. Tippled, the reason I have to love thee doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting. Villain, am I none? >> Therefore, farewell, I see thou knowest me not. >> Boy, this does not excuse the injuries thou has done to me. Therefore, turn and draw. >> I do protest I never injured thee, but love thee better than thou cast devise. And until thou know the reason of my love, Capulet, which name I tender as dearly as mine own, be satisfied. >> Oh, calm, DISHONORABLE, VILE SUBMISSION. ALICE STACCATO CARRIES IT AWAY. TIBULTT, YOU RAT CATCHER, WILL YOU DRAW? >> What will thou have with me? >> Oh, good king of cats. Nothing but one of your nine lives that I mean to make bold with all. And as you shall use me hereafter to dry beat the rest of the eight. Will you dry your sword out of his piltter thither? Make haste else mine be at your ears. Er it be out. >> I'm for you. >> Come sir your patado. >> THEN BULLY DRAW. BEAT DOWN their whippers. [screaming] [laughter] >> GENTLEMEN, [screaming] PREPARE THIS OUTRAGE. The prince HAS EXPRESSLY BANNED THIS BANNING IN VERONA STREET. HOLD [screaming] MARCUS. >> AWAY. >> I am hurt. [laughter] >> A plague of both your houses. I am sped. What? What? [laughter] What a heart. Mary is a scratch. Is a scratch. >> [laughter] >> WHERE IS MY PAGE? GO FILL AND FETCH A SURGEON. [laughter] COURAGE, MAN. The hurt cannot be much. >> Nay, it is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but is enough. Phil, serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I'm peppered. I warrant for this world. A thief, A BRAGGARD, A ROGUE, A VILLAIN WHO FIGHTS BY THE BUCK OF ARITHMETIC. WHY THE DEVIL CAME YOU BETWEEN US. I I WAS HURT UNDER YOUR ARM. [screaming] >> I I thought it [laughter] Benolio, get me to some house or I shall take THE PLAGUE. OF BOTH YOUR HOUSES. [gasps] THEY HAVE MADE WORMS BE TO ME. [laughter] I have it. It's time to your houses. [laughter] This gentleman, the prince's near ally, my my very friend, [crying] have got this mortal hurt on my behalf. My reputation stained BY BY TIBBLE'S SLANDER. [sighs and panting] Tibble who in our have been been my cousin. Oh Juliet, thy beauty have made me feminine and in my temper have dulled valor steel. >> Romeo Romeo brave Maruchio is dead. But that gallant spirit have inspired the clouds which do in timely eared scorn the earth on this day's black face. THIS THE BEGINS THE WOES OTHERS MUST END. HERE COMES AURIOUS Tibble back again alive and triumph. Marushio slain. Oh Tibble take thy villain back again. Marushio's soul just a little ways above our head. Either thou or I or both must go with him. >> Thou wretched boy that consortth him shall whip him. >> This will determine that. >> [screaming] >> GO. [screaming] [ __ ] Romeo may be gone. The citizens are up and slain. >> Do not stand amazed. The prince will doom me to death if thou art taken. I am fortun [screaming] amazed. Which way ran he that killed Marushio? Timult the murderer. Which way ran he? There. There lies that timble. Up sir, go with me. I charge in the prince's name. Obey. Where are the vile beginners of this? Oh, noble prince. I can discover all the unlucky manage of this fatal brawl. There lies the man slain by young Romeo that soo thy kingsman graveio. >> Tibble. >> Oh, cousin. Oh my brother's child. Prince, oh cousin. H c husband. Oh the blood is spilled on my dear kingsman. Prince for art thou true for blood of ours. Shed blood of m to you. Oh cousin ced bolio who began this bloody prey. Tibble here slain whose Romeo hand did slay. Romeo that spoken fair. Bid him be think how nice the crow was and earth withdrawal your high displeasure. Romeo all this uttered with gentle breath calm look and he's humbly bowed to not take true steel and release of Tibultt staff to peace but with pointed steel at bold marushio's breast an envious thrust from Tibultt hit the life of south Marushio and Tibultt fled but but by and by comes back to Romeo and to it they go like lightning I could draw to part them was Tibultt slain and then Romeo fled this is the truth Benvolio die. >> He was a kingsman to the maze. Affection makes him false. He speaks not true. I beg for justice which the prince must give. >> Romeo is the table. Romeo must not live. Romeo, he used to be Marushio. Who now the prince of his dear blood do? >> Not Romeo prince. He was Marushio's friend. His fault concludes. But what the law should end? The life of Tibultt. And for that offense immediately we do exile him. Hence I will be death supreading and excuses nor tears nor prayer shall purchase our abuses. Therefore do none. Let Romeo hence in haste else when he is found that hour is his last. Bear hence this body and attend our will. Mercy but murders pardoning those that kill. And that's intermission. [cheering] [applause] >> Gall up a pace, you fieryfooted ste, and bring in cloudy night immediately. Spread thy closed curtain love perform forming night that runaways eyes may wink and Romeo leaps these arms unpalked and unseen. Lovers can see to do their moral strikes by their own duties. Or if love be blind fast agrees with night. Come civil night, come gentle knight, come loving black brown knight. Give me my Romeo and when I shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars. And he'll make the face of fe of heaven so fine that all shall fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun. So tedious is this day as is the day before some festival to a child who hath new robes and may not wear them. Oh, here comes my nurse and she brings news. And every tongue that speaks Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Now nurse, what news? What hast thou there? The cords Romeo did the such >> high I cord. >> I need my noose. Why do I th in my hands? >> Poor day. He's dead. He is dead. HE IS DEAD. LADY, we aren't done. We are done. Lack the day. He's gone. He is killed. He is dead. Can heaven be so envious? >> Romeo can though heaven cannot. A Romeo. Romeo. Whoever would have thought it. Romeo. >> Line. >> What devil are? What devil art thou that torst me? Torment me that such torture should be roared in dismal hell lie. >> Hath Romeo slain? >> Hath Romeo slain himself? If so, say thou, but I. If he be slain, say I. Or if not, no. Brief words determine my will or woe. I saw the wound I saw with mine eyes. God save the mark. Here his manly breath. A pideous corpse. A bloody fidious corpse. Hail fell as ashes all BE DUBBED IN BLOOD. ALL in poor blood. I swooned at the sight. Oh break my heart poor bank route break at once to prison eyes near look on liberty. Oh Tibble Tibble the best FRIEND THAT I HAD. OH COURTEOUS TIBBLE ON AUTUMN GENTLEMEN that ever should I see thee dead. What storm that rose flows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughtered and Tibultt dead? My dearest cousin and my dear lore. Tibult and Romeo's banished. Romeo that killed him. He is banished. Did Romeo shed Tibultt's blood? He did. He did a lot the day he did. Oh, serpent heart hid with a flowering face. Did ever a dragon keep so fair a cave? What hast thou to do in hell when thou did devour the spirit of a fiend in such sweet flesh? >> Fine. Whatever book contain has ever a book containing such vile matter so fairly bound that such torture should be roared in dismal health. Is there no trust, no faith, no honesty in men? All Peru, all Brsworn, all not all disassemblers. These griefs, these sorrows, these woes, THEY MAKE ME OLD. SHAME COME TO ROMEO. Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish. He was not born to shame upon his brow. Shameless, shame to sit. But what beast was I that tried him? >> Will you speak well of him that killed your cousin? Should I speak ill of him that is my husband? But wherefore villain did thou kill my cousin? That vis villain cousin would have killed my husband. Fine. Back foolish fears. Back foolish tears back to your native strength. My husband lives that Tibol would have slain. And Tibultt's dead that would have slain my husband. All this is comfort. Wherefore we by then lie. >> Some word there was >> some word there was worseer than Tibultt's death. Tibultt's dead and Romeo banishes. That banishing, that one word, banish it, hath slain 10,000 Tibols with a rearward following Tibultt's dust. Romeo's banish to speak that word is father, mother, Tibult, Romeo, Juliet, all slain, all dead. There is no word line. >> There is no end, no limit. >> There's no end, no limit, no bound. In that word's death. Where's my father and my mother? Nurse >> weeping and wailing over Tibble's port. Will you go to them? I will bring you vither. Wash they his wounds with their tears. Mine shall be spent far after theirs are dry. For Romeo's banishment. Take up these cords. Hie you to your chamber. I'll find Romeo to comfort you. I walk well where he is. Hark you. Your Romeo will come at night. H to him. He is hid at Lawrence's cell. Oh, >> find him. Give this ring to my true knight and bid him come take his last farewell. [clears throat] >> ROMEO, COME FORTH. COME FORTH, THOU FEARFUL MAN. AFFLICTION IS IN THY PARTS, AND THOU ART WED to calamity. Father, what news? What is the prince's doom? What? What? Why? My hands acquaintance die yet know not >> a gentler judgment escaped his lips. Not body's death but body's banishment. >> Banishment say death for exile hath more terror in its look. What's more than banishment? Be patient, for the world is broad and wide, though thou art banished from Verona. >> There's no life outside Verona walls but purgatory, death, hell itself. Blind, >> hence banish it. >> Hence, banish it. Exile from the world. Thus banish it is death mis term. Thou cutest my head off with a golden axe and smiles upon the strugg. >> Oh deadly sin. Oh rude unthanka. Thy fault. Our law calls death. But the kind prince taken thy heart has rushed aside the law and turn that black word death to banishment. This is their mercy and thou seeest it not. IT IS TORTURE not mercy. [panting] For here's [laughter] heaven, where Juliet lives. Every cat and dog and little mouse may look upon her, but Romeo may not. Flies may do this, but from this I must fly. They are free men, but I am banished. Dust thou have no poison mix? No sharp ground knife. Stop. No. Near means how bad to kill me. But but penish it. How you sin absolutely confessor and my friend profess mangle me with the word banishment. >> Come fad man hear me a little speak. >> OH THOU WILL SPEAK AGAIN OF BANISHMENT. >> I'll give thee armor to keep off that word. Adversity, sweet milk. Philosophy to comfort thee though thou art banished. >> Oh, HANG UP PHILOSOPHY. UNLESS PHILOSOPHY CAN make another Juliet. Just plan a town. Reverse a princess doom. It helps no. It prevails no. Speak no more. >> Oh, THEN I SEE THAT WHAT? MAD MEN HAVE NO EARS. >> THEN I SEE NOW WISE MEN HAVE NO EYES. >> Let me dispute a little with thee of state. line. >> Thou canst not speak. >> Thou canst not speak. What thou does not feel? Were thou as young as I truly married Mary. Tibalt murder doting on me like me. Banish it. THEN MIGHTEST THOU SPEAK. THEN MIGHTEST THOU TEAR thy hair and fall on the ground as I do now. Taking the measure of an unmade grave. >> Arise. Someone knocks. Nine. [laughter] >> Good Romeo, hide thyself. >> GOOD ROMEO, HIDE THYSELF. [laughter] >> NINE. >> Not I, lest oppress a horsey gro like fool me from the search of >> Oh, H HOW THEY KNOCK A ROMEO ARISE. THEY WILL TAKE THEE. I COME. I COME. ROMEO, STAND UP. [laughter] RUN TO MY STUDY. BY AND BY I COME. OH, [clears throat] WHAT SIMPLENESS IS THIS? I COME. I COME. FROM WHENCE thou came? What's your will? >> Let me come in. And you shall know my errand. Come from Lady Juliet. >> Welcome then. >> Oh, holy frier. Oh, tell me, holy frier. Where's my lady's lord? Where's Romeo? >> They're on the ground with his own tears made drunk. >> Oh, he's even in my mistress case. Just turn in her taste. Oh woful sympathy, oh pitious predicament, even so like she weeping and blubbering. Blingbing and weeping. Stand up. Stand up. Rise and stand. FOR JULIET'S SAKE, FOR HER SAKE. Rise and stand. >> Why should you fall in so deep? And oh, >> nurse. >> His sir. I sir, it's the end of all. >> The speakers of Juliet. How is she? Does she not think me an old murderer now that I've stained the childhood of our joy? >> Where is she? How is she? What size is my concealed lady of our canceled love? >> Oh, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps and now falls down on her bed and then starts up and pivotal calls and then on Romeo cries. Then down falls again. As if that name shot in the deadly level of a gun did murder her. >> Oh frier, tell me in what place of this bile anatomy doth my name lodge time I stack myself and [clears throat] stack my apeful mansion. Oh thy DESPERATE HAND BY MY HOLY ORDER. THOU HAST AMAZED ME. I thought thy disposition better tempered. Hast thou slain Tibultt? Wilt thou now slay thyself and kill thy lady that in thy life lives? What rousy man? Thy Juliet is alive. For whose dear sake thou thought but lately dead? There art thou happy? Tibultt would have killed thee, but thou slew Tibble, there art thou happy. The law that threatens death turns friend and turns that word to banishment. There art thou happy? A pack of blessings lays upon your back. Happiness courts you in her best array, but like a misbehaved and sudden wench, thou pouts at his pity, at his fortune and his love. Take heed, TAKE HEED FOR SUCH DIE MISERABLE. Go get thee to thy lady as was decreed. Ascend her chamber hands and come for her. But look that thou stayest not until the watch be set. For then thou canst not pass to Manuela. Where thou will stay for some time till we can call thee back to blaze thy marriage, reconcile with thy friends be pardon the prince, and call thee back with 200,000 times more joy than from whence thou left in lamentation. Oh nurse, commend me to thy lady. B her hastened all our household to bed, which heavy sorrow makes them out apt unto Romeo's coming. >> Oh Lord, I could have stayed here all night to hear good counsel. Oh, what learning is? >> My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. >> Do yourself and bid my sweet prepared to chai. >> Here, sir. A ring she bid me give you, sir. Hi, you make haste. Frick grows very late. >> Oh, how well my company by this. >> Oh, fine. >> Go hence good night. >> Go hence, good night. But here stands all thy state. Either be gone tomorrow before the watch be set, or by break of day in some disguise, sojourn to Manuela. I'll find out your man. He shall signify to you from time to time every good half that happens here. Farewell. Give me thy hand. Farewell. Good night. A joy pass joy calls out on me. A grief so brief depart with me. Farewell. Oh my god. [laughter] Things have fallen out, sir. So unluckily that we have had no time to move up our daughter. [ __ ] you. She loved her kinsman tibble dearly. And so did I. [laughter] Well, we were born to die. [laughter] It is very late. She'll not come down tonight. I promise you. But for your company, I'd have been a bed an hour ago. [laughter] >> Oh, these times are wo for no times. Madam, good night. Commend me to your daughter. >> I will. And know her mind early tomorrow. Tonight she's an adoption of her happiness. >> Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender of my child's love. I believe she will be ruled in all respects by me. Nay, more. I doubt it not. Fine. >> Wife go. You deserve >> wife. [laughter] Go to her. There you go to bed. Acquaint her here of my son Paris's love and bid her. Mark you me. And bid her on Wednesday next. But soft. What day is this? >> Monday, my love. >> Monday. [laughter] Well, Wednesday is too soon. [laughter] >> Oh, Thursday. Thursday. Let it be. She shall BE MARRIED TO THIS NOBLE GIRL. WELL, will you be ready? Do you like this haste? Yeah, we'll keep no gay ado. A friend or two for kibble being slain so late. maybe thought we held him carelessly being our kinsman if we revel too much. Therefore, we'll have some half a dozen friends and they're an end. But what say you to Thursday? >> My lord, I wore that Thursday were tomorrow. >> Oh well, get you gone in line. >> Oh, Thursday. Oh, Thursday be it then. [sighs] Farewell, my lord. Wife, go to her. There you go to bed. Prepare her against this wedding day. Light to my chamber hoe before me. It is so very late that we may call it early. Good night. [laughter] >> [laughter] >> Well, Falcon, it is not yet your day. It was the nighting gale and not the lark that pierced the fearful hollow of thy ear. Believe me, love, it was the nighting gale. It was the lark, the herald of the mourn. No nighting gale. Look, love envious streaks do lace the clouds and yonder east. Line, >> I must be gone. I must be gone and live or stay and die. >> Your light is not daylight. I know it. It is a meteor that the sun hath expiled to thee to thee a torchment to guide thee on thy way to Manual. Why? Therefore, stay yet. Therefore, stay yet. Thou need not be gone. >> Let me be taken. Let me be put to death. I am content. So, thou will have it. So, >> my not the lark. It is not the lark whose notes do beat the faulty heaven so high above our heads lie. I have more care to stay. >> I have more care to stay than than will to go. If Juliet wills it so it is it is high be gone away. It is the lark that sings so out of tune string harsh discourse and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark meek sweet division, but this top not so, for she dividth us. Some say the lark. Some say the lark and loathe toad changed eyes. Oh, now I wish that they had changed voices too. [snorts] >> For arm from arm, that voice stops us. >> Hunting the h. >> Hunting thee hence with high hs up to day life. >> More light and light. >> More light and light. It grows. More light and light. More dark and dark are woes. >> Madam nurse, >> mother's coming to your chamber. [laughter] The day is broke. Look about. Be wary. [laughter] >> Let thing in and let life out. >> Okay. Farewell. One kiss and I will descend. A >> art thou gone so poor love thy husband friends I must hear from me every hour. For in a minute there are many days. Oh, by this count I shall be much near as air. I behold my own love. >> Farewell. Farewell. I will admit no opportunity that conveys my love's greetings to thee. >> Oh, thinkst we shall ever meet again. >> I doubt it not. And all these woes shall serve. >> And all these woes will sh serve for sweet discourses in our times to come. >> Oh, I [laughter] have an illdeining soul. Me thinks I see now that thou art so low as one dead in the bottom of a tomb. Me thinks you look pale. Trust me, love. So do you. Dry our sorrows, drinks our blood. Hadoo, adoo. Fortune, fortune, all men call thee thick, fickle. But if thou art fickle, what dost thou do with one renowned for fate? Oh fortune, be fickle, for then I pray you won't keep him long, but send him back. >> Oh, daughter, are you up? >> Who is it that calls? It is my lady mother. Is she not up so late or down so early? What unaccustomed cause procures her hither? Why? How now, Juliet? Madam, I am not well. Ever more weeping for your cousin's death? What wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? And if thou couldest, thou couldest not make him live. Therefore, have done some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit. Can't let me weep for such a feeling, Lord. Well, girl, thou weepest not so much for his death as that the villain lives which killed him. What villain, madam? That same villain, Romeo. That is because the traitor murderer lives. I, Madam, from the reach of these my hands, I would none but I avenge my cousin's death. We will have vengeance for it. Fear thou not. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Manua where that same banished renegade doth live shall deliver him such an unaccustomed drram that he shall too keep Tibble company and then I hope thou wil be satisfied >> line indeed I never shall >> indeed I never shall be satisfied with Romeo and deep until I behold him >> dead vex >> madam if you could find but a man to bear poison I would temper it so that Romeo upon receipt thereof would sleep in quiet. Oh, how my heart abhors to hear him named and cannot come to him. Trek the the love I bore my c upon he slaughtered him. [laughter] Find out the means and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings. Joy comes well in such needy times. What is it? >> Well, well, thou hast a careful father child, one who to put thee from thy heaviness, hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, that thou look not for, nor I not expect it. Happy time, what day is this? Mary, my child, early next Thursday morning, the gallant, young, and noble gentleman, the county Paris at St. Peter's church shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Or St. Peter's church in Peter too. He shall not there make me a joyful bride. I wonder at thy haste that I should wed your he who should be husband comes to woo. My lord and father that I will not marry and when I do it shall be Romeo whom you know I hate not Paris. This is some news indeed. Here he comes now. Tell him so yourself. See how he will take it at your hands. >> When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew. But for the sunset of my brother's son, it rains down right. How now, a conduit girl, what? Still in tears, ever more showering. In one little body, thou counterfeits a bark, a sea, a wind. How now, wife, have you delivered to her? Our decree. >> I serve, but she will none. She gives you thanks. I were the fools married to her grave. >> Soft. Take me with you. Take me with you, wife. How will she none? Doth she not give us thanks? Is she not proud? Does she not count herself blessed? Unworthy as she is that we have wrought so worthy a gentleman to be her bride. >> Not proud I am, but thankful. How can I never be of what I hate? But thankful I am of cake that is meant love. >> How how how with chopped logic? What is this? >> Proud and I thank you and I thank you not and yet not proud. Mistress minion you thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds but fedle your fine joints up to go with St. Peter on Thursday next line >> or I will drag >> or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither out YOU GREEN SICKNESS CARRYING OUT YOU BAGGAGE YOU TALLOW FACE >> THIGH what are you mad good father I beseech you on my knees listen but let me speak a word >> hang THEE YOUNG BAGGAGE DISOBEDIENT WRETCH [laughter] I tell thee what get thee to church oh Thursday or never After look me in the face, >> SPEAK NOT, REPLY NOT, DO NOT ANSWER ME. My fingers itch. [laughter] Wife, we scarce got us blessed that God had lent us but this only child. And now I see that this one is one too much. And we have a curse in HAVING HER OUT ON HER HILDING. >> GOD IN HEAVEN, help her. You are to blame my lord to rape her so >> and why my lady wisdom hold your tongue good prudence smatter with your gossips go >> I speak no treason >> oh god it couldn't >> may one not speak >> peace you mumbling fool your gravity or a gossip SPOOL FOR HERE WE NEED IT NOT >> YOU ARE TOO HOT >> GOD'S BREAD IT MAKES ME mad day night hour tide time, work, play, ALONE IN COMPANY. STILL MY CARE have been to have her matched. AND HAVING NOW PROVIDED A gentleman of noble parentage, fair Dems's youthful and nobly lined, proportioned as once thought would wish a man, and then to have a wretched, peeling fool in her fortune tender to reply, "I'll not wed. I cannot love. I AM TOO YOUNG. I PRAY YOU PARDON ME. AND YOU WILL NOT WED. I'LL PARDON YOU. Look to it. Beth think it. I do not use suggest. Thursday is near. Lay hand on heart. Advise. And you be mine. I'll give you to my friend and you be not. Hang, BEG, STARVE, DIE IN THE STREETS, AND I'LL NEVER ACKNOWLEDGE THEE. Nor nothing of mine will EVER DO THEE ANY GOOD. Look to it. Beth think it all not be for there. No pity in the clouds that see the depth of my grief. Pass me on away. Delay this marriage by among a weak for that will not make the wedding bed in that dim monument where table lies. Talk not to me for I'll not speak a word. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Oh God. Oh nurse. How shall this be prevented? Oh l should practice such strategy on so soft a subject as myself. Some comfort in their fate. Here it is. Romeo is banished and all the world to nothing. that he dares never come back to challenge you. Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then since the case stand now at dawn, I think it best that you marry with the Oh, he's a lovely gentleman. Romeo's a dishclout to him, an eagle, madam, hath not so green, so quick, so fair and eye as Paris have. I think you are happy in the second match for mine. It excels >> for it excels your first line. >> Or if it did not >> or if it did not your first is dead. >> Line or tw as good. >> Or as good he were. And you know you say speaks thy from the heart and from my soul too. Else them both. >> Amen. >> What you have comforted me marvelous much. Go and tell my mother I'm gone. Having displeased my father. Oh, to Lawrence itself to make amends and be absolved. >> Mary, I will if this is wisely done. >> Ancient damnation, most wicked being. Is it more sin [laughter] that I should sworn or to dispraise my Lord who she with the same tongue hath praised him with so many countless times? Co- counselor, call to the frier to know his remedy. If all else fails, I myself have power to die. >> On Thursday, sir, the time is very short. >> My father Capulet will have it so, and I am nothing slow to slack in his haste. >> But you say you know your you do not know your lady's mind. Uneven as a course, I like it not. >> Immodderately she weeps for Tibultt's death, and therefore have I little talk of love, for Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous that she do give her sorrow so much sway, and in his wisdom hastes our marriage to stop the inundation of her tears, which, being too minded by herself alone, may be put from her by society. Now, sir, do you know the reason of this haste? >> I would I knew not why I should be slowed. >> Look sir, here comes the lady toward my chamber. >> Happily met my lady and my wife. That maybe sir, when I may be a wife that maybe must be love on Thursday next. What must be shall be? >> That's a certain text. Come you to make a confession to this father. Say answer that I shall confess to you. Do not deny to him that you love me. I will confess to you that I love him. So will you. I am sure that you love me. If I do so, it'll be of more price being spoke behind your back than to your face. Poor soul. Thy face is much abused with tears. >> Thy tears have but small victory by them. For it was bound up before their spite. Thou wrongest it more with tears than with that report. >> Line. >> That is no slander. >> That is no slander, sir, which is a truth. And what I spake, I spake it to my face. >> Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. Mine. >> It may be. >> It may be so, for it is not mine. Are you at leisure, holy father, now? Or shall I come to you at evening mass? >> My leisure serves me pensive daughter. Now, my lord, we mustn't treat this time alone. God shield I should disturb devotion Juliet on Thursday early will I rouse you till then adjue and keep this holy kiss. >> Oh shut the door and when thou hast done so come weep with me. Past hope. [laughter] >> No Juliet I already know of thy grief line. It strains me past >> It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear that thou and it must cannot be parroed on Thursday next merry to this county. >> What? >> Tell me not, Frier. >> Tell me not, Frier, that thou hearest of this. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it, if in thy wisdom thou canst give no thou help, do thou what call my resolution wise? And and with this knife I'll help it presently. Give me some present counsel or behold twix my extremes. Me and this bloody knife shall play the umpire. Arbitrating that which the commission of thy years and art could no issue of true honor bring. >> Hold daughter, I do aspy kind of hope, but one that craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate from which we would prevent. If thou has the strength of will to slay thyself, then it is likely that thou wilt undertake a thing like death to tide away the shame. If thou darest, I'll give thee remedy. >> Line. >> O bid me. >> O bid me leap. Rather than marry Paris off the battlements of any tower, or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk where serpents are, chain me with roaring bears, or hide me nightly in a charal house, or covered quite with dead man's rattling bones. Things that hear them told have made me tremble. line >> and I will >> and I will do it WITHOUT FEAR OR DOUBT TO LIVE AN UNSTAINED wife to my sweet love. >> Hold then go home. Be Mary consent to marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow. Tomorrow night look at thou lie alone. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. Take thou this vial. Being then in bed and this distilling liquor drink thou off. When presently through all thy veins shall run a cold and drowsy humor. For no breath, no pulse, no warmth will testify that thou livest. And in this borrowed lightness of shrunk death, thou wilt continue for two and 40 hours. When thou awakest, it will be as if from a pleasant sleep. Tomorrow morning thy bridegroom will come to arouse thee from thy bed, and there thou will be dead to born to the same ancient vault that all thy cap hintment of the capulates lie. And meantime, against thy awakening, Romeo by my letter shall know of our drift, and come hither, and he and I shall see thy wake. And line >> shall Romeo bear >> shall Romeo bear with thee hence to Manua. >> Oh, give me, give me, tell me not of fear. >> Hold, go home. I'll send a frier with speed to bear my letters to thy lord. Love, give me strength and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father. Farewell. [laughter] >> So many guests invite us here. Are it? What is my daughter gone to frier Lawrence? >> I pursuit. >> Well, he may chance to do some good on her. A peeish self-willed harlotry it is. >> See where she comes from. shift with merry look. >> How now, my headstrong, where have you been gatting? >> For I have learned me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition to you and your behests, and am joined by holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here to beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. Henceforth, I am ever ruled by you. >> Send for the county. Go tell him of this. >> I'll have this not knit up tomorrow morning. >> I met the youthful lord at Lawrence to sell line. >> And gave him >> and gave him what become love. I might not stepping over the bounds of modesty. >> Why? This is good. I am glad on it. Stand up. This is as it should be. >> Nurse, will you go with me into my closet to help sort out such needful ornaments as you think fit to furnish me tomorrow? >> No. Not till Thursday. There's time now. >> Go, nurse. >> Go with her. Wheel to church tomorrow. >> We shall be short on our provisions. It's now near night. I will stir about and all things shall be well. I warrant thee, wife. Line. >> Go thou to Juliet. >> Go thou to Juliet. Help to deck up her. I'll not to bed tonight. I'll play the housewife for this once. What? Ho. My heart is wondrous light. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim it. >> [applause] >> All right, those attires are best. But gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself tonight, for I have need of many origins to move the heavens to smile upon my state, which thou knowest is cross and full of sin. >> What are you busy of? Need you my help? >> No, madam. Though we have called such necessaries that our business is full for tomorrow. Now you let me be left alone and take the nurse this night to sit up with you for I'm sure you have your hands full on so sudden. >> Good night. Get thee to bed and rest for thou hast need it. Farewell. >> God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life. I'll call him back again to comfort me. Nurse, what should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, Vile, what if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning? No. No. This shall forbid it. I thou. What if it be a poison which the frier subtly hath ministered to have me dead? Lest in this marriage she should be dishonored because he married me before to Romeo. I fear it is and yet he thinks it should not for he hath still been tried a holy man. How if when I'm laid into the tomb I wait before the time that Romeo comes to me? There's a fearful point. Shall I not then be stifled in the vault and there die strangled air my Romeo comes? Or if I live, is it not very like the horrible conceit of death and night, together with the terror of the place, where bloody Tibol yet be green and earth lies festering in his shroud. Where, as they say, at some hours in the night, spirits resort. A lack, a lack, is it not like that I so early waking with loathome smells and shrieks like mandrekes torn out of the earth, that living mortals hearing them run mad. Oh, if I wake, shall I not be distraught? Environed with all these hideous fears, and madly play with my forefather's joints, as with a club, dash out my desperate brains. Oh, look, me thinks I see my cousin's ghost. Stay, Tibultt. Stay. Romeo, Romeo. Romeo, here's drink. I drink to thee. Oh, take these keys and fetch four spices, nurse. They call for dates and quinces IN THE PASTRY. >> COME, STIR, STIR, STIR. THE SECOND CLOCK hath grown. The curfew bell hath rung. T THE REAR CLOCK. LOOK TO THE BAKED MEATS, GOOD ANGELICA, AND SPARED OUT FOR CAUSE. >> GO get the empty to bed. Faith you'll be sick tomorrow for this night's watching. >> No, not a witch. What? I have watched air all night now for lesser cause and never been sick. >> You've been a mouth hunt in your time, but I'll watch you from such watching. Oh, >> a jealous hood. A jealous hood. Ha. Now, fellow, what is there? >> Things for the cook, sir. I know not what. >> Make haste. Make haste. Ah, Sarra, fetch drier logs. Call Peter. HE'LL SHOW THEE WHERE THEY ARE. >> Have a head, sir. I can find out drier logs and never trouble Peter with the matter. >> Mass and well said. Thou shalt feel LOGGERHEAD AND GOOD FAITH DAY. The county will be here with music straight where he said he would. I HEAR HIM NEAR NOW. NURSE, WHAT? BUT NO, BUT NURSE, I SAY. NURSE, NURSE, NURSE, NURSE, NURSE, NURSE, NURSE, NURSE. Thank goodness you're here. Go awaken, Juliet. Help to trim her up. I'll go chat with Paris. Make haste. I make haste. The bridegroom has come already. MAKE HASTE. HASTE. HASTE. MAKE HASTE. >> MISTRESS. WHAT MISTRESS? JULIET. Best I warn her. Why lamb? Why lady? Hi you slug a bed. Why love ISAAC MAN up [screaming] sweetheart? WHY [laughter] on men down to sleep is she? My needs must wake her. Madam, MADAM, [screaming] MADAM. WHAT? Press and in your clothes and down again. All my needs must wake you. Lady, [screaming] ladies. Alas. HELP. HELP. MY LADY IS DEAD. OH, WE'RE A DAY THAT EVERYONE WAS BORN. My lord, what noise is here? >> Oh, lamentable day. What is the matter? >> Oh, heavy day. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life. Look up. Revive her. I will die with thee. Help. Help. Call [screaming] help. >> FOR SHAME. BRING Juliet forth. Our Lord is come. >> She's dead. Deceased. She's dead. Lack of the day. >> Let me see her. >> Out of last. She's cold. Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff. Death that hath taken her hence to make me well. >> A mental day. A waffle time. >> Ties on my tongue and will not let me speak. >> Come as a bride, ready to go to church. [laughter] >> Ready to go, but never to return. [laughter] Death is my heir. I will die and leave him all life, love, [laughter] all his deaths. I have thought long to see this mourn face, and doth it give me such a sight as this. >> Cursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day, most miserable hour that time ever saw. But one poor one, one poor and loving child, but one thing to rejoice in solace in, and cruel death have catched you from my sight. Oh wo wo wo wo day. Most mental day. Most woeful day that ever ever I did yet behold. Oh day. Oh day. OH DAY. OH HATEFUL DAY. Oh woful day. Oh woful day. Be divorced. Drung, spited, slain. Most detestable death by the beguiled. Cruel. Cruel. Quite the overthrown. Oh love. Oh life. Not life but love in death. >> Oh child, oh child, my child, my child is to be buried and with her buried are my joys. Peace, hope for shame. [snorts] Confusion cure lies not in these confusions. Yourself and heaven had part in this maid. And now HEAVEN HATH ALL, AND ALL the better is for the maid. you in your part you cannot keep from death but heaven keeps his part in eternal life. So dry up your tears, stick your rosemary on this fair course, and as is custom, in her best array, bear her to church. For though fawn nature may bid us all lament, nature's tears are for reasons merryment. All things that we have ordained festival changed to black funeral. Our happy durges change to solemn hymns and all things change to the contrary. Go sir in and ma'am go with him and you go Paris. Everybody prepare to follow this fair course unto her grave line. >> The heavens do lower. >> The heavens do lure upon thee some ill. Move them no more by crossing their high will. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. My dreams for sage some joyful news at hand. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think. But breathed with kisses such life in my lips that I revived and was an emperor. Ah, it's love itself possessed. Love shadows are so rich in joy. News from Verona. How now, Balazar? How not my father? Don't thou bring me letters from the frier. Is my lady well? Oh, how is my father? Oh, how is my Juliet? That I ask again, for nothing can be ill. If she be well, >> then she is well and nothing can be ill. >> Her body sleeps in Capable's monument. >> Oh, pardon me for bringing these ill news for you did leave it for my officer. >> Is it so? THEN I DEFY YOU, STARS. Thou knowest my ling. Get me ink and paper. Hire your post horses. I will hence tonight. >> I do beseech you, sir. Have patience for your looks are pale and wild and do important TO MISADVENTURE. >> PUSH. THOU ART DECEIVED. Do what I do. Do what I say. Hast thou no letters from the frier? >> No, my good lord. >> No matter. Get thee gone and hire those horses. I will be with thee straight. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight. [sighs] Oh mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men. I remember an apothecary. Hereabouts he dwells in tattered weeds, overwhelming brows. Noting his penury, I said to myself, and if a man did need a poison in present death in Manua, here lives the catif wretch that would sell at him. What? How? Apothecary. >> Who call so loud? >> Come hit her, man. Hold. There are 40 duckets. I need a drram of poison that such soon speeding gear that will disperse itself through all the veins that the lifeweary taker will fall dead. Such mortal drugs I have but manual's law is death to any he that utters them. >> Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, need and oppression, starved in thine eyes. Famine is in thy cheeks. line. >> The world is not >> The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. The world affords no law to make thee rich. >> So be not poor. Break it and take this. >> My poverty but not my will. Can >> I pay thy poverty and not thy will? >> Put this in any liquor thing you will and drink it off. And if you had the strength of 20 men, it would dispatch you straight. >> There is thy gold. Worse men's worse poison to men's souls doing more murder in this loathome world than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell. I sell thee poison that has sold me none. Buy food, get thee in some flesh. [sighs] Come, Cordial, not poison. Go with me to Juliet's grave. For there I must use thee. Holy Franciscan frier brother. Ho. This same should be the voice of Frier John. Welcome Famua. What says Romeo? Or if his mind be rich, give me his letter. >> Going to find a barefoot brother out. One of our order to associate me here in the city city visiting the sick. And finding him, the searchers of the town, suspecting that we both were in a house where the infectious pestilence did rain, sealed up the doors and would not let us forth, so that our speed to Manua was there stayed. >> Who bear my letter? Then Romeo, >> I could not send it. >> Here it is again. Nor get a messenger to bring it to thee. So fearful were they of infection. Unhappy fortune by my brotherhood. The letter was not nice but full of charge of deer and fort and neglecting it made you much danger. Fire John. Go ahead. Get me an iron crow and bring it straight onto my cell brother. Oh, go and I'll bring it to thee. How must I to the moment alone? Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake? Oh, she will bet me much that Romeo hath no notice of these actions. But I will write again to Mantra and keep her at myself till Romeo come. Poor living corpse closed in a dead man's tomb. >> [bell] >> Give me thy boy and have Santa Luke. Yep. Put it up for I will not be seen. Under Yu tree laid all along, holding my ear close to the hollow ground. So that no foot upon the churchyard trib shall hear it. Whistle then to me the singers out here something approach even though it's not as I bid thee go. >> I'm almost afraid to stand alone here in this churchyard. Yet I will again. >> Sweet flower thy bridal bed I drew. Sweet water nightly. I will do voous warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight to obscure my true love's right. What? With a torch? Muff me night and wild. Give me that. Anti virgin. Hold. Take this letter and see it delivered to my lord and father by upon my life. I charge thee. Wherever thou seeest or hearest, stand all along me in my courts. Therefore ends be gone. But if thou jealous and thou turn to cry, I shall rip thee joint by joint and strew thee across thy hungry church with the same vicious ferocity as a tiger in a roaring sea. >> I will be gone, sir, and not bother you. Here, take this. Live and be prosperous. Farewell. >> For all the same I'll have to hear about. His looks I fear and his intents I doubt. Thou detestable m. Thou tomb of death. Holding the greatest morsel of earth. I shall open thee jaws. And despite I shall fill thee with more food. >> This is that banished hottie monu that murdered my love's cousin which in griefest supposed the fair creature died here to do some villainous shame to the dead body. I will apprehend him. [snorts] Stop thy unholy toil and vile Montigue. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Can none villain I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me for thou must die. Indeed, I come hither. Good friend, I'm not a desperate man. Please fly, hence be gone. Put not another sin upon my head. For I love thee more than I love myself. I come armed against myself. [panting] Please. And if they say say madman bid you affair well please >> condemn them villain I do apprehend thee for a felon here. >> What thou provoke me? Come at me then boy. >> They fight. I will go call the wall. Oh, I'm slain. If thou be merciful, leave me in the tomb with Juliet. >> I give you my word. Let me peruse this face. No, Paris. Oh, what said my maners? We wrote to my bat toided soul. that Paris was to be married to Juliet. Oh, give me thy hand. I'm one to be written misfortune's book. I shall bury thee in a triumphant grave. Oh, my wife Death has sucked the honey out of thy breath has not affected thy beauty thou yet so bare. Never from this palace of dim shall I depart again. Worms shall be my chambermates. I shall I shall shake this inospicious yolk of this world flesh eyes your last arms take your last embrace. And lips the doors of death sealed with a righteous kiss. A dayless bar bargain of engrossing death. come by conduct, a pilot of death that once was dashing on the seasick weary bark to my wife. Oh, [snorts] that drives are quick. Thus, with a kiss I die. >> Oh, St. Francis be my speed. How often I will my feet stumble at graves. >> Who's there? >> Here's one. A friend and one that knows you well. >> Bliss be upon you, my good friend. Tell me what light vainly lenses what torch vainly lenses light yonder. As I discern, it burneth in the capital's monument. It does so, holy, sir. And there's my master, one that you love. >> Who is it? >> Romeo. >> How long has he been there? >> Full half an hour. >> Go with me to the vault. >> I dare not, sir. My master knows not. But I'm gone hence, and fearfully did medicine with death, if I stay to look upon his intents. >> Fine, then I'll go alone. Oh, how fear comes upon me. Oh, I fear some ill and thrifty things. Romeo, what what blood stains the stony entrance of the seeler? Romeo. Oh, pale. What? And Paris, too. And steeped in blood. Oh, what an unkind hour is guilty of this lamentable chance. The lady stirs. Comfortable frier. Where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be. And there I am. Where is Romeo? >> I hear a noise. Come, lady. Come from that nest of death, contagion, unnatural sleep. Greater powers that we can contradict have thwarted our intents. >> There thy husband and thy bless lay. And Romeo, too. Ly >> and Paris, too. >> In Paris, too. Lime. [laughter] >> Come, I'll dispose of thee. >> Come, I'll dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holding guns. Stay not to question, FOR THE WATCH IS COMING. COME, GA, JULIET. I DARE STAY no longer. >> Get the hints not away. >> His cup closed in my true love's hand. Wait, did I see how this time ends? Troll, drunk, all left. No friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips. Happily some poison will hang on them to help me die with a restorative. Thy lips are [laughter] warm. >> Be boy. Which way? >> Yeah. A noise. Then I'll be brief. Happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust and let me die. >> This is the place where the torched stuff burned. >> The ground is bloody. Search around the churchyard. Go some of you wherever you find attach. Pitiful sight here lies the county slain and Juliet bleeding warm and newly dead. Who hereath len these two day buried? Go tell the prince run to the capitalist. Raise up the Monty you some other search. We see the ground where on these woes do lie. But the true ground of all these hideous woes we cannot without circumstance describe. Here's Romeo's man. We found him in the churchyard. >> Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. >> He's a fri that trembles size and weeps. We took this Madak and the spade from him [laughter] coming from this churchyard side. >> Another great suspicion. Stay the fryer too. >> What misadventure is so early up that stirs our person from our morning rest? >> What noise is so shrieked abroad? >> Both the people in the street cried Romeo. Some Paris and some Juliet and all run with open outcry toward our monument. What fear is this which startles in our ears? >> So, here lies the county Paris slain [snorts] and Romeo dead and Juliet dead before warm and new killed. >> Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Here is a frier and slaughtered Romeo's man with instruments upon them fit to open these dead men's tombs. >> Oh heavens. Oh wife, look how our daughter bleeds. This dagger. This dagger hath mistaken for low. The house is empty on the back of Montigue AND IS MISCHIEV. OH ME, this sight of death is a bell that bours my old age to a suffoc for thou art early up to see thy son in heir now early down. Alas my lege, my wife is dead. Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath. What further row conspires against mine age? Look, and thou shalt see. >> Oh, thou untaught. What is in this to push before thy father to a grave? >> Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, till we can clear these ambiguities. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. >> I am the greatest able to do the least. Yet most suspects the time and place stoic against me for this dire murder. Yet I stand here to both impeach and purge myself, condemn it, myself excused. >> Then tell us, what dost thou know in this? >> I will be brief, for my short date of breath, is not as long as a tedious tale. Romeo, here dead was husband to that Juliet. >> And she their dead, Romeo's faithful wife, I married them, and on their stolen marriage day, you had betrod and would have married her per force to county Paris. But then come she to me and with wild looks bids me devise some mean to rid her of the second marriage or there in my cell she would kill herself. So then gave I to her a sleeping potion for it wrought on the form of death and I writ which bore my letters was stayed by accident and returned them back to me yesterday night. So came I alone at the prefixed hour per awakening. But when I come here lay noble Paris and true Romeo dead. She wakes and I intreat her come forth. But then a noise to scare me from the tomb and her being too desperate would not come with me and as it seems did violence on herself. All this I know to be true and their marriage the nurse was privy. But if line >> uh >> if u >> if ought in these line >> miscarried by my fault >> miscarried by my fault, let my old life be sacrificed unto the severest rigor of the law. >> We still have known thee for a holy man. Where is Romeo's man? What say he to this? >> I brought my master na Juliet's death and then in post he came for Manua line. This letter he >> This letter here early than me give his father lime >> and threaten me with >> and threaten me with death going in the vault if I departed not and left him there. >> Give me this letter I will look on it. This letter doth make good the friars's word. Where be these enemies Capulate Montigue? See what a scourge is laid upon your hate. That heaven sends means to kill your joys with love. And I, for winking at your discords, too, have lost a brace of kinsmen. All are punished. >> Brother Montigue, give me thy hand, for this is my daughter's jointure, and no more can I deny. But I can give thee more. For I will ray her statue in pure gold. That whilst Verona by that name is known, there shall no figure at such rate be set as that of true and faithful Juliet. >> As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie, the poor sacrifices of our enmity. A glooming peace this morning with it brings the sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence to have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, others punished. For never was a story of more woe than this, of Juliet and her Romeo. Heat. [applause and cheering] [cheering] [applause] HEAT. [applause] Thank [cheering] you so much FOR COMING TO OUR SHOW. BE SURE TO join us for potluck. >> If you could please help us by bringing your chairs down that hill, the gym, we'll put them away and join us for food over at those tables. 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