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Romeo and Juliet
William Shakespeare 1594
The Balcony Scene:  Act 2  Scene 2
(from the 1996 Baz Lurhman film starring Leonardo DiCapprio and Clare Danes)

Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
(He sees Juliet)
But soft!  What light through yonder window breaks?  It is the east and Juliet is the sun.  Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.  Be not her maid, since she is envious.  Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and nonce but fools do wear it.  Cast it off.  It is my lady.  O, it is my love!  O, that she knew she were!

Juliet: Ay me!

Romeo: She speaks!  O, speak again, bright angel!

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?  Deny thy father and refuse thy name; or if thou wilt not be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet: ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; thou art thyself, though not a Montague.  What’s Montague?  It is not hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man.  O, be some other name!  What’s in a name?  That which we call arose by any other word would smell as sweet;  so Romeo would were he not Romeo called.  Retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Romeo: I take thee at thy word.

Juliet: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?

Romeo: Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.

Juliet: How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?  The garden walls are high and hard to climb, and the place death, considering who thou art.

Romeo: With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls; for stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt; therefore thy kinsman are no stop to me.

Juliet: If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Romeo: I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes; and but thou love me, let them find me here:  my life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

Juliet: Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face, else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.  Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny what I have spoke; but farewell compliment!  Dost thou love me?  I know thou wilt say “Ay,” and I will take thy word.  Yet if thou swear’st thou may’st prove false.  O, gentle Romeo, if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.

Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops -

Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

Romeo: What shall I swear by?

Juliet: Do not swear at all; or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self which is the god of my idolatry, and I’ll believe thee.

Romeo: If my heart’s dear love -

Juliet: Well, do not swear.  Although I joy in thee, I have no joy in this contract tonight.  It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, too like the lightening, which doth cease to be ere one can say “it lightens.”  Sweet, good night!  This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.  Good night, good night!

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Juliet: What satisfaction can’st thou have tonight?

Romeo: The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.

Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou did’st request it.

Nurse: Juliet!

Juliet: Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed.  If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, by one that I’ll procure to come to thee,  where and what time thou wilt perfom the rite, and all my fortune’s at thy foot I’ll lay and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

Nurse: Julietta!

Juliet: By and by, I come - but if thou mean’st not well –

Nurse: Juliet!

Juliet: - I do beseech thee –

Juliet: - by and by I come – to cease thy suit and leave me to my grief.  Tomorrow will I send.

Romeo: So thrive my soul –

Juliet: A thousand times good night!

Nurse: Juliet!  Julietta!

Juliet: Good night!

Romeo: Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, but love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Juliet: Romeo, at what o’clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

Romeo: By the hour of nine.

Juliet: I will not fail; ‘tis twenty years till then.  Good night, good night!  Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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