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      <article class="book" id="R.1">
         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE II.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE I.  A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.7">6. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.8">7. SCENE VI.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Mantua. A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">ESCALUS, prince of Verona. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">MONTAGUE</span>
                        <span class="personname">CAPULET</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">heads of two houses at variance with each other.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">An old man, cousin to Capulet. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">ROMEO, son to Montague.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">FRIAR LAURENCE</span>
                        <span class="personname">FRIAR JOHN</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">Franciscans.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.</span>
            </p>
            <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
               <tr>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">
                        <span class="personname">SAMPSON</span>
                        <span class="personname">GREGORY</span>
                     </span>
                  </td>
                  <td>
                     <span class="member">servants to Capulet.</span>
                  </td>
               </tr>
            </table>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">An Apothecary. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Three Musicians.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Page to Paris; another Page; an officer.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">JULIET, daughter to Capulet.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Nurse to Juliet. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Chorus.</span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  Verona: Mantua.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE II.  A street.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. PROLOGUE</h2>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker"/>
                     <div class="line">Two households, both alike in dignity,</div>
                     <div class="line">In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,</div>
                     <div class="line">From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth the fatal loins of these two foes</div>
                     <div class="line">A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whole misadventured piteous overthrows</div>
                     <div class="line">Do with their death bury their parents' strife.</div>
                     <div class="line">The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,</div>
                     <div class="line">And the continuance of their parents' rage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;</div>
                     <div class="line">The which if you with patient ears attend,</div>
                     <div class="line">What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet,
armed with swords and bucklers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">No, for then we should be colliers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">I strike quickly, being moved.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou art not quickly moved to strike.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">A dog of the house of Montague moves me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:</div>
                     <div class="line">therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will</div>
                     <div class="line">take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes</div>
                     <div class="line">to the wall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,</div>
                     <div class="line">are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push</div>
                     <div class="line">Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids</div>
                     <div class="line">to the wall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I</div>
                     <div class="line">have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the</div>
                     <div class="line">maids, and cut off their heads.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">The heads of the maids?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;</div>
                     <div class="line">take it in what sense thou wilt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">They must take it in sense that feel it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and</div>
                     <div class="line">'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou</div>
                     <div class="line">hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes</div>
                     <div class="line">two of the house of the Montagues.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">How! turn thy back and run?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Fear me not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">No, marry; I fear thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as</div>
                     <div class="line">they list.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;</div>
                     <div class="line">which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">I do bite my thumb, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside to GREGORY</span>  Is the law of our side, if I say</div>
                     <div class="line">ay?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">No.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I</div>
                     <div class="line">bite my thumb, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you quarrel, sir?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                     <div class="line">Quarrel sir! no, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                     <div class="line">No better.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                     <div class="line">Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, better, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                     <div class="line">You lie.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                     <div class="line">Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight</p>
               <p>Enter BENVOLIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Part, fools!</div>
                     <div class="line">Put up your swords; you know not what you do.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Beats down their swords</p>
               <p>Enter TYBALT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or manage it to part these men with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Have at thee, coward!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight</p>
               <p>Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
then enter Citizens, with clubs</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!</div>
                     <div class="line">Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,</div>
                     <div class="line">And flourishes his blade in spite of me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PRINCE, with Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,</div>
                     <div class="line">That quench the fire of your pernicious rage</div>
                     <div class="line">With purple fountains issuing from your veins,</div>
                     <div class="line">On pain of torture, from those bloody hands</div>
                     <div class="line">Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hear the sentence of your moved prince.</div>
                     <div class="line">Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,</div>
                     <div class="line">By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,</div>
                     <div class="line">And made Verona's ancient citizens</div>
                     <div class="line">Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,</div>
                     <div class="line">To wield old partisans, in hands as old,</div>
                     <div class="line">Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:</div>
                     <div class="line">If ever you disturb our streets again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">For this time, all the rest depart away:</div>
                     <div class="line">You Capulet; shall go along with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, Montague, come you this afternoon,</div>
                     <div class="line">To know our further pleasure in this case,</div>
                     <div class="line">To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.</div>
                     <div class="line">Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Here were the servants of your adversary,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:</div>
                     <div class="line">I drew to part them: in the instant came</div>
                     <div class="line">The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,</div>
                     <div class="line">He swung about his head and cut the winds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:</div>
                     <div class="line">While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,</div>
                     <div class="line">Came more and more and fought on part and part,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till the prince came, who parted either part.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?</div>
                     <div class="line">Right glad I am he was not at this fray.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun</div>
                     <div class="line">Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,</div>
                     <div class="line">A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where, underneath the grove of sycamore</div>
                     <div class="line">That westward rooteth from the city's side,</div>
                     <div class="line">So early walking did I see your son:</div>
                     <div class="line">Towards him I made, but he was ware of me</div>
                     <div class="line">And stole into the covert of the wood:</div>
                     <div class="line">I, measuring his affections by my own,</div>
                     <div class="line">That most are busied when they're most alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pursued my humour not pursuing his,</div>
                     <div class="line">And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Many a morning hath he there been seen,</div>
                     <div class="line">With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.</div>
                     <div class="line">Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;</div>
                     <div class="line">But all so soon as the all-cheering sun</div>
                     <div class="line">Should in the furthest east begin to draw</div>
                     <div class="line">The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Away from the light steals home my heavy son,</div>
                     <div class="line">And private in his chamber pens himself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out</div>
                     <div class="line">And makes himself an artificial night:</div>
                     <div class="line">Black and portentous must this humour prove,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless good counsel may the cause remove.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">My noble uncle, do you know the cause?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">I neither know it nor can learn of him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you importuned him by any means?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Both by myself and many other friends:</div>
                     <div class="line">But he, his own affections' counsellor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is to himself--I will not say how true--</div>
                     <div class="line">But to himself so secret and so close,</div>
                     <div class="line">So far from sounding and discovery,</div>
                     <div class="line">As is the bud bit with an envious worm,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.</div>
                     <div class="line">Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.</div>
                     <div class="line">We would as willingly give cure as know.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good-morrow, cousin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Is the day so young?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">But new struck nine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay me! sad hours seem long.</div>
                     <div class="line">Was that my father that went hence so fast?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not having that, which, having, makes them short.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">In love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Out--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Of love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of her favour, where I am in love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,</div>
                     <div class="line">Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,</div>
                     <div class="line">Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!</div>
                     <div class="line">Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!</div>
                     <div class="line">O any thing, of nothing first create!</div>
                     <div class="line">O heavy lightness! serious vanity!</div>
                     <div class="line">Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!</div>
                     <div class="line">Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">sick health!</div>
                     <div class="line">Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!</div>
                     <div class="line">This love feel I, that feel no love in this.</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost thou not laugh?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">No, coz, I rather weep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good heart, at what?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">At thy good heart's oppression.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, such is love's transgression.</div>
                     <div class="line">Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest</div>
                     <div class="line">With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.</div>
                     <div class="line">Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;</div>
                     <div class="line">Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:</div>
                     <div class="line">What is it else? a madness most discreet,</div>
                     <div class="line">A choking gall and a preserving sweet.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my coz.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Soft! I will go along;</div>
                     <div class="line">An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;</div>
                     <div class="line">This is not Romeo, he's some other where.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What, shall I groan and tell thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Groan! why, no.</div>
                     <div class="line">But sadly tell me who.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!</div>
                     <div class="line">In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit</div>
                     <div class="line">With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">She will not stay the siege of loving terms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,</div>
                     <div class="line">That when she dies with beauty dies her store.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,</div>
                     <div class="line">For beauty starved with her severity</div>
                     <div class="line">Cuts beauty off from all posterity.</div>
                     <div class="line">She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,</div>
                     <div class="line">To merit bliss by making me despair:</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow</div>
                     <div class="line">Do I live dead that live to tell it now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, teach me how I should forget to think.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">By giving liberty unto thine eyes;</div>
                     <div class="line">Examine other beauties.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis the way</div>
                     <div class="line">To call hers exquisite, in question more:</div>
                     <div class="line">These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows</div>
                     <div class="line">Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;</div>
                     <div class="line">He that is strucken blind cannot forget</div>
                     <div class="line">The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:</div>
                     <div class="line">Show me a mistress that is passing fair,</div>
                     <div class="line">What doth her beauty serve, but as a note</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE II.  A street.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">But Montague is bound as well as I,</div>
                     <div class="line">In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,</div>
                     <div class="line">For men so old as we to keep the peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Of honourable reckoning are you both;</div>
                     <div class="line">And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">But saying o'er what I have said before:</div>
                     <div class="line">My child is yet a stranger in the world;</div>
                     <div class="line">She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let two more summers wither in their pride,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Younger than she are happy mothers made.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">And too soon marr'd are those so early made.</div>
                     <div class="line">The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,</div>
                     <div class="line">She is the hopeful lady of my earth:</div>
                     <div class="line">But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">My will to her consent is but a part;</div>
                     <div class="line">An she agree, within her scope of choice</div>
                     <div class="line">Lies my consent and fair according voice.</div>
                     <div class="line">This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereto I have invited many a guest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as I love; and you, among the store,</div>
                     <div class="line">One more, most welcome, makes my number more.</div>
                     <div class="line">At my poor house look to behold this night</div>
                     <div class="line">Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:</div>
                     <div class="line">Such comfort as do lusty young men feel</div>
                     <div class="line">When well-apparell'd April on the heel</div>
                     <div class="line">Of limping winter treads, even such delight</div>
                     <div class="line">Among fresh female buds shall you this night</div>
                     <div class="line">Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,</div>
                     <div class="line">And like her most whose merit most shall be:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which on more view, of many mine being one</div>
                     <div class="line">May stand in number, though in reckoning none,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, go with me.</div>
                     <p>To Servant, giving a paper</p>
                     <div class="line">Go, sirrah, trudge about</div>
                     <div class="line">Through fair Verona; find those persons out</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose names are written there, and to them say,</div>
                     <div class="line">My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Find them out whose names are written here! It is</div>
                     <div class="line">written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his</div>
                     <div class="line">yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with</div>
                     <div class="line">his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am</div>
                     <div class="line">sent to find those persons whose names are here</div>
                     <div class="line">writ, and can never find what names the writing</div>
                     <div class="line">person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,</div>
                     <div class="line">One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;</div>
                     <div class="line">One desperate grief cures with another's languish:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take thou some new infection to thy eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">And the rank poison of the old will die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">For what, I pray thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">For your broken shin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, Romeo, art thou mad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;</div>
                     <div class="line">Shut up in prison, kept without my food,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I</div>
                     <div class="line">pray, can you read any thing you see?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, if I know the letters and the language.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Ye say honestly: rest you merry!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, fellow; I can read.</div>
                     <p>Reads</p>
                     <div class="line">'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;</div>
                     <div class="line">County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady</div>
                     <div class="line">widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely</div>
                     <div class="line">nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine</div>
                     <div class="line">uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece</div>
                     <div class="line">Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair</div>
                     <div class="line">assembly: whither should they come?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">To supper; to our house.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose house?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">My master's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the</div>
                     <div class="line">great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house</div>
                     <div class="line">of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.</div>
                     <div class="line">Rest you merry!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">At this same ancient feast of Capulet's</div>
                     <div class="line">Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,</div>
                     <div class="line">With all the admired beauties of Verona:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">Compare her face with some that I shall show,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">When the devout religion of mine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;</div>
                     <div class="line">And these, who often drown'd could never die,</div>
                     <div class="line">Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!</div>
                     <div class="line">One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun</div>
                     <div class="line">Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,</div>
                     <div class="line">Herself poised with herself in either eye:</div>
                     <div class="line">But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lady's love against some other maid</div>
                     <div class="line">That I will show you shining at this feast,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she shall scant show well that now shows best.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,</div>
                     <div class="line">I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!</div>
                     <div class="line">God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">How now! who calls?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Your mother.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I am here.</div>
                     <div class="line">What is your will?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,</div>
                     <div class="line">We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">She's not fourteen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--</div>
                     <div class="line">She is not fourteen. How long is it now</div>
                     <div class="line">To Lammas-tide?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">A fortnight and odd days.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Even or odd, of all days in the year,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--</div>
                     <div class="line">Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;</div>
                     <div class="line">She was too good for me: but, as I said,</div>
                     <div class="line">On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;</div>
                     <div class="line">That shall she, marry; I remember it well.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all the days of the year, upon that day:</div>
                     <div class="line">For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord and you were then at Mantua:--</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,</div>
                     <div class="line">When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple</div>
                     <div class="line">Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,</div>
                     <div class="line">To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,</div>
                     <div class="line">To bid me trudge:</div>
                     <div class="line">And since that time it is eleven years;</div>
                     <div class="line">For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,</div>
                     <div class="line">She could have run and waddled all about;</div>
                     <div class="line">For even the day before, she broke her brow:</div>
                     <div class="line">And then my husband--God be with his soul!</div>
                     <div class="line">A' was a merry man--took up the child:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,</div>
                     <div class="line">The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'</div>
                     <div class="line">To see, now, how a jest shall come about!</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,</div>
                     <div class="line">I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,</div>
                     <div class="line">To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow</div>
                     <div class="line">A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;</div>
                     <div class="line">A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:</div>
                     <div class="line">An I might live to see thee married once,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have my wish.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme</div>
                     <div class="line">I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">How stands your disposition to be married?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">It is an honour that I dream not of.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">An honour! were not I thine only nurse,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,</div>
                     <div class="line">Are made already mothers: by my count,</div>
                     <div class="line">I was your mother much upon these years</div>
                     <div class="line">That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:</div>
                     <div class="line">The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">A man, young lady! lady, such a man</div>
                     <div class="line">As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Verona's summer hath not such a flower.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What say you? can you love the gentleman?</div>
                     <div class="line">This night you shall behold him at our feast;</div>
                     <div class="line">Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,</div>
                     <div class="line">And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Examine every married lineament,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see how one another lends content</div>
                     <div class="line">And what obscured in this fair volume lies</div>
                     <div class="line">Find written in the margent of his eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">This precious book of love, this unbound lover,</div>
                     <div class="line">To beautify him, only lacks a cover:</div>
                     <div class="line">The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride</div>
                     <div class="line">For fair without the fair within to hide:</div>
                     <div class="line">That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;</div>
                     <div class="line">So shall you share all that he doth possess,</div>
                     <div class="line">By having him, making yourself no less.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll look to like, if looking liking move:</div>
                     <div class="line">But no more deep will I endart mine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Servant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you</div>
                     <div class="line">called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in</div>
                     <div class="line">the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must</div>
                     <div class="line">hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">We follow thee.</div>
                     <p>Exit Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">Juliet, the county stays.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE IV.  A street.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six
Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we on without a apology?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">The date is out of such prolixity:</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke</div>
                     <div class="line">After the prompter, for our entrance:</div>
                     <div class="line">But let them measure us by what they will;</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;</div>
                     <div class="line">Being but heavy, I will bear the light.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes</div>
                     <div class="line">With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead</div>
                     <div class="line">So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,</div>
                     <div class="line">And soar with them above a common bound.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too sore enpierced with his shaft</div>
                     <div class="line">To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:</div>
                     <div class="line">Under love's heavy burden do I sink.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And, to sink in it, should you burden love;</div>
                     <div class="line">Too great oppression for a tender thing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,</div>
                     <div class="line">Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">If love be rough with you, be rough with love;</div>
                     <div class="line">Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me a case to put my visage in:</div>
                     <div class="line">A visor for a visor! what care I</div>
                     <div class="line">What curious eye doth quote deformities?</div>
                     <div class="line">Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,</div>
                     <div class="line">But every man betake him to his legs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">A torch for me: let wantons light of heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.</div>
                     <div class="line">The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st</div>
                     <div class="line">Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, that's not so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean, sir, in delay</div>
                     <div class="line">We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.</div>
                     <div class="line">Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits</div>
                     <div class="line">Five times in that ere once in our five wits.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And we mean well in going to this mask;</div>
                     <div class="line">But 'tis no wit to go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, may one ask?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I dream'd a dream to-night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And so did I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, what was yours?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">That dreamers often lie.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.</div>
                     <div class="line">She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes</div>
                     <div class="line">In shape no bigger than an agate-stone</div>
                     <div class="line">On the fore-finger of an alderman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Drawn with a team of little atomies</div>
                     <div class="line">Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,</div>
                     <div class="line">The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,</div>
                     <div class="line">The traces of the smallest spider's web,</div>
                     <div class="line">The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not so big as a round little worm</div>
                     <div class="line">Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut</div>
                     <div class="line">Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,</div>
                     <div class="line">Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.</div>
                     <div class="line">And in this state she gallops night by night</div>
                     <div class="line">Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;</div>
                     <div class="line">O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;</div>
                     <div class="line">And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail</div>
                     <div class="line">Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then dreams, he of another benefice:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon</div>
                     <div class="line">Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two</div>
                     <div class="line">And sleeps again. This is that very Mab</div>
                     <div class="line">That plats the manes of horses in the night,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,</div>
                     <div class="line">That presses them and learns them first to bear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Making them women of good carriage:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is she--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou talk'st of nothing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">True, I talk of dreams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which are the children of an idle brain,</div>
                     <div class="line">Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is as thin of substance as the air</div>
                     <div class="line">And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes</div>
                     <div class="line">Even now the frozen bosom of the north,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;</div>
                     <div class="line">Supper is done, and we shall come too late.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear, too early: for my mind misgives</div>
                     <div class="line">Some consequence yet hanging in the stars</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall bitterly begin his fearful date</div>
                     <div class="line">With this night's revels and expire the term</div>
                     <div class="line">Of a despised life closed in my breast</div>
                     <div class="line">By some vile forfeit of untimely death.</div>
                     <div class="line">But He, that hath the steerage of my course,</div>
                     <div class="line">Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Strike, drum.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He</div>
                     <div class="line">shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's</div>
                     <div class="line">hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with the joint-stools, remove the</div>
                     <div class="line">court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save</div>
                     <div class="line">me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let</div>
                     <div class="line">the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.</div>
                     <div class="line">Antony, and Potpan!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, boy, ready.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">You are looked for and called for, asked for and</div>
                     <div class="line">sought for, in the great chamber.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be</div>
                     <div class="line">brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house,
meeting the Guests and Maskers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes</div>
                     <div class="line">Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all</div>
                     <div class="line">Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,</div>
                     <div class="line">She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day</div>
                     <div class="line">That I have worn a visor and could tell</div>
                     <div class="line">A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:</div>
                     <div class="line">You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.</div>
                     <div class="line">A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.</div>
                     <p>Music plays, and they dance</p>
                     <div class="line">More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,</div>
                     <div class="line">And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;</div>
                     <div class="line">For you and I are past our dancing days:</div>
                     <div class="line">How long is't now since last yourself and I</div>
                     <div class="line">Were in a mask?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Capulet</div>
                     <div class="line">By'r lady, thirty years.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come pentecost as quickly as it will,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Capulet</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;</div>
                     <div class="line">His son is thirty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you tell me that?</div>
                     <div class="line">His son was but a ward two years ago.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To a Servingman</span>  What lady is that, which doth</div>
                     <div class="line">enrich the hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Of yonder knight?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!</div>
                     <div class="line">It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!</div>
                     <div class="line">So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,</div>
                     <div class="line">As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.</div>
                     <div class="line">The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.</div>
                     <div class="line">Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!</div>
                     <div class="line">For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">This, by his voice, should be a Montague.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,</div>
                     <div class="line">To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,</div>
                     <div class="line">To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,</div>
                     <div class="line">A villain that is hither come in spite,</div>
                     <div class="line">To scorn at our solemnity this night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Romeo is it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis he, that villain Romeo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">He bears him like a portly gentleman;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, to say truth, Verona brags of him</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not for the wealth of all the town</div>
                     <div class="line">Here in my house do him disparagement:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore be patient, take no note of him:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is my will, the which if thou respect,</div>
                     <div class="line">Show a fair presence and put off these frowns,</div>
                     <div class="line">And ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">It fits, when such a villain is a guest:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll not endure him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall be endured:</div>
                     <div class="line">What, goodman boy! I say, he shall: go to;</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I the master here, or you? go to.</div>
                     <div class="line">You'll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!</div>
                     <div class="line">You'll make a mutiny among my guests!</div>
                     <div class="line">You will set cock-a-hoop! you'll be the man!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, uncle, 'tis a shame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to, go to;</div>
                     <div class="line">You are a saucy boy: is't so, indeed?</div>
                     <div class="line">This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what:</div>
                     <div class="line">You must contrary me! marry, 'tis time.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well said, my hearts! You are a princox; go:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be quiet, or--More light, more light! For shame!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll make you quiet. What, cheerly, my hearts!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting</div>
                     <div class="line">Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting.</div>
                     <div class="line">I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>To JULIET</span>  If I profane with my unworthiest hand</div>
                     <div class="line">This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:</div>
                     <div class="line">My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand</div>
                     <div class="line">To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which mannerly devotion shows in this;</div>
                     <div class="line">For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,</div>
                     <div class="line">And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;</div>
                     <div class="line">They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Then have my lips the sin that they have took.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me my sin again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">You kiss by the book.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, your mother craves a word with you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What is her mother?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, bachelor,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her mother is the lady of the house,</div>
                     <div class="line">And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous</div>
                     <div class="line">I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal;</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell you, he that can lay hold of her</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall have the chinks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Is she a Capulet?</div>
                     <div class="line">O dear account! my life is my foe's debt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, begone; the sport is at the best.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, so I fear; the more is my unrest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, gentlemen, prepare not to be gone;</div>
                     <div class="line">We have a trifling foolish banquet towards.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it e'en so? why, then, I thank you all</div>
                     <div class="line">I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night.</div>
                     <div class="line">More torches here! Come on then, let's to bed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, sirrah, by my fay, it waxes late:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll to my rest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but JULIET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, nurse. What is yond gentleman?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">The son and heir of old Tiberio.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What's he that now is going out of door?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, that, I think, be young Petrucio.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What's he that follows there, that would not dance?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Go ask his name: if he be married.</div>
                     <div class="line">My grave is like to be my wedding bed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">His name is Romeo, and a Montague;</div>
                     <div class="line">The only son of your great enemy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">My only love sprung from my only hate!</div>
                     <div class="line">Too early seen unknown, and known too late!</div>
                     <div class="line">Prodigious birth of love it is to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I must love a loathed enemy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">What's this? what's this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">A rhyme I learn'd even now</div>
                     <div class="line">Of one I danced withal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>One calls within 'Juliet.'</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon, anon!</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE I.  A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.7">6. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.8">7. SCENE VI.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. PROLOGUE</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Chorus</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Chorus</div>
                     <div class="line">Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie,</div>
                     <div class="line">And young affection gapes to be his heir;</div>
                     <div class="line">That fair for which love groan'd for and would die,</div>
                     <div class="line">With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now Romeo is beloved and loves again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Alike betwitched by the charm of looks,</div>
                     <div class="line">But to his foe supposed he must complain,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks:</div>
                     <div class="line">Being held a foe, he may not have access</div>
                     <div class="line">To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she as much in love, her means much less</div>
                     <div class="line">To meet her new-beloved any where:</div>
                     <div class="line">But passion lends them power, time means, to meet</div>
                     <div class="line">Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE I.  A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Can I go forward when my heart is here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it</p>
               <p>Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo! my cousin Romeo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">He is wise;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">He ran this way, and leap'd this orchard wall:</div>
                     <div class="line">Call, good Mercutio.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, I'll conjure too.</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!</div>
                     <div class="line">Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh:</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;</div>
                     <div class="line">Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word,</div>
                     <div class="line">One nick-name for her purblind son and heir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim,</div>
                     <div class="line">When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid!</div>
                     <div class="line">He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not;</div>
                     <div class="line">The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.</div>
                     <div class="line">I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,</div>
                     <div class="line">By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh</div>
                     <div class="line">And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in thy likeness thou appear to us!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">This cannot anger him: 'twould anger him</div>
                     <div class="line">To raise a spirit in his mistress' circle</div>
                     <div class="line">Of some strange nature, letting it there stand</div>
                     <div class="line">Till she had laid it and conjured it down;</div>
                     <div class="line">That were some spite: my invocation</div>
                     <div class="line">Is fair and honest, and in his mistress' name</div>
                     <div class="line">I conjure only but to raise up him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be consorted with the humorous night:</div>
                     <div class="line">Blind is his love and best befits the dark.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will he sit under a medlar tree,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit</div>
                     <div class="line">As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, that she were, O, that she were</div>
                     <div class="line">An open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, shall we go?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, then; for 'tis in vain</div>
                     <div class="line">To seek him here that means not to be found.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">He jests at scars that never felt a wound.</div>
                     <p>JULIET appears above at a window</p>
                     <div class="line">But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is already sick and pale with grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou her maid art far more fair than she:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not her maid, since she is envious;</div>
                     <div class="line">Her vestal livery is but sick and green</div>
                     <div class="line">And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.</div>
                     <div class="line">It is my lady, O, it is my love!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that she knew she were!</div>
                     <div class="line">She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?</div>
                     <div class="line">Her eye discourses; I will answer it.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:</div>
                     <div class="line">Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having some business, do entreat her eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">To twinkle in their spheres till they return.</div>
                     <div class="line">What if her eyes were there, they in her head?</div>
                     <div class="line">The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,</div>
                     <div class="line">As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">Would through the airy region stream so bright</div>
                     <div class="line">That birds would sing and think it were not night.</div>
                     <div class="line">See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that I were a glove upon that hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I might touch that cheek!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay me!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">She speaks:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art</div>
                     <div class="line">As glorious to this night, being o'er my head</div>
                     <div class="line">As is a winged messenger of heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes</div>
                     <div class="line">Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him</div>
                     <div class="line">When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds</div>
                     <div class="line">And sails upon the bosom of the air.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?</div>
                     <div class="line">Deny thy father and refuse thy name;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll no longer be a Capulet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.</div>
                     <div class="line">What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part</div>
                     <div class="line">Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!</div>
                     <div class="line">What's in a name? that which we call a rose</div>
                     <div class="line">By any other name would smell as sweet;</div>
                     <div class="line">So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Retain that dear perfection which he owes</div>
                     <div class="line">Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,</div>
                     <div class="line">And for that name which is no part of thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Take all myself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I take thee at thy word:</div>
                     <div class="line">Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;</div>
                     <div class="line">Henceforth I never will be Romeo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night</div>
                     <div class="line">So stumblest on my counsel?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">By a name</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not how to tell thee who I am:</div>
                     <div class="line">My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because it is an enemy to thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I it written, I would tear the word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words</div>
                     <div class="line">Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?</div>
                     <div class="line">The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,</div>
                     <div class="line">And the place death, considering who thou art,</div>
                     <div class="line">If any of my kinsmen find thee here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls;</div>
                     <div class="line">For stony limits cannot hold love out,</div>
                     <div class="line">And what love can do that dares love attempt;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">If they do see thee, they will murder thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye</div>
                     <div class="line">Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am proof against their enmity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I would not for the world they saw thee here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight;</div>
                     <div class="line">And but thou love me, let them find me here:</div>
                     <div class="line">My life were better ended by their hate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">By whose direction found'st thou out this place?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">By love, who first did prompt me to inquire;</div>
                     <div class="line">He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am no pilot; yet, wert thou as far</div>
                     <div class="line">As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would adventure for such merchandise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,</div>
                     <div class="line">Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek</div>
                     <div class="line">For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night</div>
                     <div class="line">Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny</div>
                     <div class="line">What I have spoke: but farewell compliment!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries</div>
                     <div class="line">Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully:</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay,</div>
                     <div class="line">So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.</div>
                     <div class="line">In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light:</div>
                     <div class="line">But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true</div>
                     <div class="line">Than those that have more cunning to be strange.</div>
                     <div class="line">I should have been more strange, I must confess,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,</div>
                     <div class="line">My true love's passion: therefore pardon me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not impute this yielding to light love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which the dark night hath so discovered.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear</div>
                     <div class="line">That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,</div>
                     <div class="line">That monthly changes in her circled orb,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What shall I swear by?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Do not swear at all;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is the god of my idolatry,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll believe thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">If my heart's dear love--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have no joy of this contract to-night:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden;</div>
                     <div class="line">Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night!</div>
                     <div class="line">This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest</div>
                     <div class="line">Come to thy heart as that within my breast!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I gave thee mine before thou didst request it:</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I would it were to give again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">But to be frank, and give it thee again.</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I wish but for the thing I have:</div>
                     <div class="line">My bounty is as boundless as the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">My love as deep; the more I give to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">The more I have, for both are infinite.</div>
                     <p>Nurse calls within</p>
                     <div class="line">I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu!</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true.</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay but a little, I will come again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.</div>
                     <div class="line">Being in night, all this is but a dream,</div>
                     <div class="line">Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter JULIET, above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed.</div>
                     <div class="line">If that thy bent of love be honourable,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,</div>
                     <div class="line">By one that I'll procure to come to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay</div>
                     <div class="line">And follow thee my lord throughout the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Madam!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well,</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech thee--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Madam!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">By and by, I come:--</div>
                     <div class="line">To cease thy suit, and leave me to my grief:</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow will I send.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">So thrive my soul--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand times good night!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.</div>
                     <div class="line">Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from</div>
                     <div class="line">their books,</div>
                     <div class="line">But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Retiring</p>
               <p>Re-enter JULIET, above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hist! Romeo, hist! O, for a falconer's voice,</div>
                     <div class="line">To lure this tassel-gentle back again!</div>
                     <div class="line">Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;</div>
                     <div class="line">Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">With repetition of my Romeo's name.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">It is my soul that calls upon my name:</div>
                     <div class="line">How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like softest music to attending ears!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">My dear?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">At what o'clock to-morrow</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I send to thee?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">At the hour of nine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then.</div>
                     <div class="line">I have forgot why I did call thee back.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me stand here till thou remember it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,</div>
                     <div class="line">Remembering how I love thy company.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forgetting any other home but this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone:</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet no further than a wanton's bird;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who lets it hop a little from her hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with a silk thread plucks it back again,</div>
                     <div class="line">So loving-jealous of his liberty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I would I were thy bird.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet, so would I:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good night, good night! parting is such</div>
                     <div class="line">sweet sorrow,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I shall say good night till it be morrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit above</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!</div>
                     <div class="line">Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest!</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell,</div>
                     <div class="line">His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light,</div>
                     <div class="line">And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels</div>
                     <div class="line">From forth day's path and Titan's fiery wheels:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, ere the sun advance his burning eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry,</div>
                     <div class="line">I must up-fill this osier cage of ours</div>
                     <div class="line">With baleful weeds and precious-juiced flowers.</div>
                     <div class="line">The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb;</div>
                     <div class="line">What is her burying grave that is her womb,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from her womb children of divers kind</div>
                     <div class="line">We sucking on her natural bosom find,</div>
                     <div class="line">Many for many virtues excellent,</div>
                     <div class="line">None but for some and yet all different.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies</div>
                     <div class="line">In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities:</div>
                     <div class="line">For nought so vile that on the earth doth live</div>
                     <div class="line">But to the earth some special good doth give,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use</div>
                     <div class="line">Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse:</div>
                     <div class="line">Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied;</div>
                     <div class="line">And vice sometimes by action dignified.</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the infant rind of this small flower</div>
                     <div class="line">Poison hath residence and medicine power:</div>
                     <div class="line">For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part;</div>
                     <div class="line">Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart.</div>
                     <div class="line">Two such opposed kings encamp them still</div>
                     <div class="line">In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will;</div>
                     <div class="line">And where the worser is predominant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, father.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Benedicite!</div>
                     <div class="line">What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Young son, it argues a distemper'd head</div>
                     <div class="line">So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">And where care lodges, sleep will never lie;</div>
                     <div class="line">But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore thy earliness doth me assure</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art up-roused by some distemperature;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or if not so, then here I hit it right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our Romeo hath not been in bed to-night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">God pardon sin! wast thou with Rosaline?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.</div>
                     <div class="line">I have been feasting with mine enemy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where on a sudden one hath wounded me,</div>
                     <div class="line">That's by me wounded: both our remedies</div>
                     <div class="line">Within thy help and holy physic lies:</div>
                     <div class="line">I bear no hatred, blessed man, for, lo,</div>
                     <div class="line">My intercession likewise steads my foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift;</div>
                     <div class="line">Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set</div>
                     <div class="line">On the fair daughter of rich Capulet:</div>
                     <div class="line">As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all combined, save what thou must combine</div>
                     <div class="line">By holy marriage: when and where and how</div>
                     <div class="line">We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou consent to marry us to-day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear,</div>
                     <div class="line">So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies</div>
                     <div class="line">Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline!</div>
                     <div class="line">How much salt water thrown away in waste,</div>
                     <div class="line">To season love, that of it doth not taste!</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit</div>
                     <div class="line">Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet:</div>
                     <div class="line">If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline:</div>
                     <div class="line">And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then,</div>
                     <div class="line">Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou chid'st me oft for loving Rosaline.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">For doting, not for loving, pupil mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And bad'st me bury love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Not in a grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">To lay one in, another out to have.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;</div>
                     <div class="line">The other did not so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she knew well</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy love did read by rote and could not spell.</div>
                     <div class="line">But come, young waverer, come, go with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">In one respect I'll thy assistant be;</div>
                     <div class="line">For this alliance may so happy prove,</div>
                     <div class="line">To turn your households' rancour to pure love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE IV.  A street.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Where the devil should this Romeo be?</div>
                     <div class="line">Came he not home to-night?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not to his father's; I spoke with his man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.</div>
                     <div class="line">Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath sent a letter to his father's house.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">A challenge, on my life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo will answer it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Any man that can write may answer a letter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he</div>
                     <div class="line">dares, being dared.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas poor Romeo! he is already dead; stabbed with a</div>
                     <div class="line">white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a</div>
                     <div class="line">love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the</div>
                     <div class="line">blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to</div>
                     <div class="line">encounter Tybalt?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what is Tybalt?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is</div>
                     <div class="line">the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as</div>
                     <div class="line">you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and</div>
                     <div class="line">proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and</div>
                     <div class="line">the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk</div>
                     <div class="line">button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the</div>
                     <div class="line">very first house, of the first and second cause:</div>
                     <div class="line">ah, the immortal passado! the punto reverso! the</div>
                     <div class="line">hai!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">The what?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting</div>
                     <div class="line">fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,</div>
                     <div class="line">a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good</div>
                     <div class="line">whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,</div>
                     <div class="line">grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with</div>
                     <div class="line">these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these</div>
                     <div class="line">perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,</div>
                     <div class="line">that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their</div>
                     <div class="line">bones, their bones!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes Romeo, here comes Romeo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh,</div>
                     <div class="line">how art thou fishified! Now is he for the numbers</div>
                     <div class="line">that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a</div>
                     <div class="line">kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to</div>
                     <div class="line">be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy;</div>
                     <div class="line">Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey</div>
                     <div class="line">eye or so, but not to the purpose. Signior</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, bon jour! there's a French salutation</div>
                     <div class="line">to your French slop. You gave us the counterfeit</div>
                     <div class="line">fairly last night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow to you both. What counterfeit did I give you?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in</div>
                     <div class="line">such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">That's as much as to say, such a case as yours</div>
                     <div class="line">constrains a man to bow in the hams.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Meaning, to court'sy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast most kindly hit it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">A most courteous exposition.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, I am the very pink of courtesy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Pink for flower.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then is my pump well flowered.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast</div>
                     <div class="line">worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it</div>
                     <div class="line">is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O single-soled jest, solely singular for the</div>
                     <div class="line">singleness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have</div>
                     <div class="line">done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of</div>
                     <div class="line">thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five:</div>
                     <div class="line">was I with you there for the goose?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast</div>
                     <div class="line">not there for the goose.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I will bite thee by the ear for that jest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, good goose, bite not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most</div>
                     <div class="line">sharp sauce.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an</div>
                     <div class="line">inch narrow to an ell broad!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added</div>
                     <div class="line">to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?</div>
                     <div class="line">now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art</div>
                     <div class="line">thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:</div>
                     <div class="line">for this drivelling love is like a great natural,</div>
                     <div class="line">that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Stop there, stop there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short:</div>
                     <div class="line">for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and</div>
                     <div class="line">meant, indeed, to occupy the argument no longer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's goodly gear!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Nurse and PETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">A sail, a sail!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Two, two; a shirt and a smock.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Peter!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">My fan, Peter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the</div>
                     <div class="line">fairer face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">God ye good morrow, gentlemen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">God ye good den, fair gentlewoman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it good den?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis no less, I tell you, for the bawdy hand of the</div>
                     <div class="line">dial is now upon the prick of noon.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Out upon you! what a man are you!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to</div>
                     <div class="line">mar.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">By my troth, it is well said; 'for himself to mar,'</div>
                     <div class="line">quoth a'? Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I</div>
                     <div class="line">may find the young Romeo?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when</div>
                     <div class="line">you have found him than he was when you sought him:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">You say well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, is the worst well? very well took, i' faith;</div>
                     <div class="line">wisely, wisely.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with</div>
                     <div class="line">you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">She will indite him to some supper.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">A bawd, a bawd, a bawd! so ho!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What hast thou found?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">No hare, sir; unless a hare, sir, in a lenten pie,</div>
                     <div class="line">that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent.</div>
                     <p>Sings</p>
                     <div class="line">An old hare hoar,</div>
                     <div class="line">And an old hare hoar,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is very good meat in lent</div>
                     <div class="line">But a hare that is hoar</div>
                     <div class="line">Is too much for a score,</div>
                     <div class="line">When it hoars ere it be spent.</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, will you come to your father's? we'll</div>
                     <div class="line">to dinner, thither.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I will follow you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, ancient lady; farewell,</div>
                     <p>Singing</p>
                     <div class="line">'lady, lady, lady.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, farewell! I pray you, sir, what saucy</div>
                     <div class="line">merchant was this, that was so full of his ropery?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk,</div>
                     <div class="line">and will speak more in a minute than he will stand</div>
                     <div class="line">to in a month.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him</div>
                     <div class="line">down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such</div>
                     <div class="line">Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.</div>
                     <div class="line">Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am</div>
                     <div class="line">none of his skains-mates. And thou must stand by</div>
                     <div class="line">too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon</div>
                     <div class="line">should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare</div>
                     <div class="line">draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a</div>
                     <div class="line">good quarrel, and the law on my side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about</div>
                     <div class="line">me quivers. Scurvy knave! Pray you, sir, a word:</div>
                     <div class="line">and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you</div>
                     <div class="line">out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into</div>
                     <div class="line">a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross</div>
                     <div class="line">kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman</div>
                     <div class="line">is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double</div>
                     <div class="line">with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered</div>
                     <div class="line">to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I</div>
                     <div class="line">protest unto thee--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Good heart, and, i' faith, I will tell her as much:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord, Lord, she will be a joyful woman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What wilt thou tell her, nurse? thou dost not mark me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as</div>
                     <div class="line">I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Bid her devise</div>
                     <div class="line">Some means to come to shrift this afternoon;</div>
                     <div class="line">And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell</div>
                     <div class="line">Be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">No truly sir; not a penny.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to; I say you shall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">This afternoon, sir? well, she shall be there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall:</div>
                     <div class="line">Within this hour my man shall be with thee</div>
                     <div class="line">And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which to the high top-gallant of my joy</div>
                     <div class="line">Must be my convoy in the secret night.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains:</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell; commend me to thy mistress.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Now God in heaven bless thee! Hark you, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What say'st thou, my dear nurse?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Is your man secret? Did you ne'er hear say,</div>
                     <div class="line">Two may keep counsel, putting one away?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">NURSE</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord! when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there</div>
                     <div class="line">is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain</div>
                     <div class="line">lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief</div>
                     <div class="line">see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I anger her</div>
                     <div class="line">sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer</div>
                     <div class="line">man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks</div>
                     <div class="line">as pale as any clout in the versal world. Doth not</div>
                     <div class="line">rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, nurse; what of that? both with an R.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah. mocker! that's the dog's name; R is for</div>
                     <div class="line">the--No; I know it begins with some other</div>
                     <div class="line">letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of</div>
                     <div class="line">it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good</div>
                     <div class="line">to hear it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Commend me to thy lady.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, a thousand times.</div>
                     <p>Exit Romeo</p>
                     <div class="line">Peter!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;</div>
                     <div class="line">In half an hour she promised to return.</div>
                     <div class="line">Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Driving back shadows over louring hills:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now is the sun upon the highmost hill</div>
                     <div class="line">Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve</div>
                     <div class="line">Is three long hours, yet she is not come.</div>
                     <div class="line">Had she affections and warm youthful blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">She would be as swift in motion as a ball;</div>
                     <div class="line">My words would bandy her to my sweet love,</div>
                     <div class="line">And his to me:</div>
                     <div class="line">But old folks, many feign as they were dead;</div>
                     <div class="line">Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.</div>
                     <div class="line">O God, she comes!</div>
                     <p>Enter Nurse and PETER</p>
                     <div class="line">O honey nurse, what news?</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou met with him? Send thy man away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Peter, stay at the gate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit PETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad?</div>
                     <div class="line">Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily;</div>
                     <div class="line">If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news</div>
                     <div class="line">By playing it to me with so sour a face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, how my bones ache! what a jaunt have I had!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Jesu, what haste? can you not stay awhile?</div>
                     <div class="line">Do you not see that I am out of breath?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">How art thou out of breath, when thou hast breath</div>
                     <div class="line">To say to me that thou art out of breath?</div>
                     <div class="line">The excuse that thou dost make in this delay</div>
                     <div class="line">Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is thy news good, or bad? answer to that;</div>
                     <div class="line">Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me be satisfied, is't good or bad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not</div>
                     <div class="line">how to choose a man: Romeo! no, not he; though his</div>
                     <div class="line">face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels</div>
                     <div class="line">all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body,</div>
                     <div class="line">though they be not to be talked on, yet they are</div>
                     <div class="line">past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy,</div>
                     <div class="line">but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Go thy</div>
                     <div class="line">ways, wench; serve God. What, have you dined at home?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no: but all this did I know before.</div>
                     <div class="line">What says he of our marriage? what of that?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord, how my head aches! what a head have I!</div>
                     <div class="line">It beats as it would fall in twenty pieces.</div>
                     <div class="line">My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back!</div>
                     <div class="line">Beshrew your heart for sending me about,</div>
                     <div class="line">To catch my death with jaunting up and down!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a</div>
                     <div class="line">courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I</div>
                     <div class="line">warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my mother! why, she is within;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where should she be? How oddly thou repliest!</div>
                     <div class="line">'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is your mother?'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O God's lady dear!</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you so hot? marry, come up, I trow;</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this the poultice for my aching bones?</div>
                     <div class="line">Henceforward do your messages yourself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's such a coil! come, what says Romeo?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I have.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell;</div>
                     <div class="line">There stays a husband to make you a wife:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hie you to church; I must another way,</div>
                     <div class="line">To fetch a ladder, by the which your love</div>
                     <div class="line">Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the drudge and toil in your delight,</div>
                     <div class="line">But you shall bear the burden soon at night.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go; I'll to dinner: hie you to the cell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.8">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>7. SCENE VI.  Friar Laurence's cell.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">So smile the heavens upon this holy act,</div>
                     <div class="line">That after hours with sorrow chide us not!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,</div>
                     <div class="line">It cannot countervail the exchange of joy</div>
                     <div class="line">That one short minute gives me in her sight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Do thou but close our hands with holy words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then love-devouring death do what he dare;</div>
                     <div class="line">It is enough I may but call her mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">These violent delights have violent ends</div>
                     <div class="line">And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey</div>
                     <div class="line">Is loathsome in his own deliciousness</div>
                     <div class="line">And in the taste confounds the appetite:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;</div>
                     <div class="line">Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.</div>
                     <p>Enter JULIET</p>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the lady: O, so light a foot</div>
                     <div class="line">Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint:</div>
                     <div class="line">A lover may bestride the gossamer</div>
                     <div class="line">That idles in the wanton summer air,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet not fall; so light is vanity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good even to my ghostly confessor.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">As much to him, else is his thanks too much.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy</div>
                     <div class="line">Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more</div>
                     <div class="line">To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath</div>
                     <div class="line">This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Unfold the imagined happiness that both</div>
                     <div class="line">Receive in either by this dear encounter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Conceit, more rich in matter than in words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Brags of his substance, not of ornament:</div>
                     <div class="line">They are but beggars that can count their worth;</div>
                     <div class="line">But my true love is grown to such excess</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come with me, and we will make short work;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone</div>
                     <div class="line">Till holy church incorporate two in one.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  A public place.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  A public place.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:</div>
                     <div class="line">The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;</div>
                     <div class="line">For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art like one of those fellows that when he</div>
                     <div class="line">enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword</div>
                     <div class="line">upon the table and says 'God send me no need of</div>
                     <div class="line">thee!' and by the operation of the second cup draws</div>
                     <div class="line">it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I like such a fellow?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as</div>
                     <div class="line">any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as</div>
                     <div class="line">soon moody to be moved.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And what to?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, an there were two such, we should have none</div>
                     <div class="line">shortly, for one would kill the other. Thou! why,</div>
                     <div class="line">thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more,</div>
                     <div class="line">or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou</div>
                     <div class="line">wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no</div>
                     <div class="line">other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what</div>
                     <div class="line">eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of</div>
                     <div class="line">meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as</div>
                     <div class="line">an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a</div>
                     <div class="line">man for coughing in the street, because he hath</div>
                     <div class="line">wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun:</div>
                     <div class="line">didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing</div>
                     <div class="line">his new doublet before Easter? with another, for</div>
                     <div class="line">tying his new shoes with old riband? and yet thou</div>
                     <div class="line">wilt tutor me from quarrelling!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man</div>
                     <div class="line">should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">The fee-simple! O simple!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">By my head, here come the Capulets.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">By my heel, I care not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TYBALT and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Follow me close, for I will speak to them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">And but one word with one of us? couple it with</div>
                     <div class="line">something; make it a word and a blow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you</div>
                     <div class="line">will give me occasion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Could you not take some occasion without giving?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Mercutio, thou consort'st with Romeo,--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an</div>
                     <div class="line">thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but</div>
                     <div class="line">discords: here's my fiddlestick; here's that shall</div>
                     <div class="line">make you dance. 'Zounds, consort!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">We talk here in the public haunt of men:</div>
                     <div class="line">Either withdraw unto some private place,</div>
                     <div class="line">And reason coldly of your grievances,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery:</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford</div>
                     <div class="line">No better term than this,--thou art a villain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth much excuse the appertaining rage</div>
                     <div class="line">To such a greeting: villain am I none;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I do protest, I never injured thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">But love thee better than thou canst devise,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till thou shalt know the reason of my love:</div>
                     <div class="line">And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender</div>
                     <div class="line">As dearly as my own,--be satisfied.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O calm, dishonourable, vile submission!</div>
                     <div class="line">Alla stoccata carries it away.</div>
                     <p>Draws</p>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">What wouldst thou have with me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine</div>
                     <div class="line">lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you</div>
                     <div class="line">shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the</div>
                     <div class="line">eight. Will you pluck your sword out of his pitcher</div>
                     <div class="line">by the ears? make haste, lest mine be about your</div>
                     <div class="line">ears ere it be out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">I am for you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Drawing</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, sir, your passado.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Draw, Benvolio; beat down their weapons.</div>
                     <div class="line">Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage!</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath</div>
                     <div class="line">Forbidden bandying in Verona streets:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies
with his followers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">I am hurt.</div>
                     <div class="line">A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.</div>
                     <div class="line">Is he gone, and hath nothing?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">What, art thou hurt?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit Page</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a</div>
                     <div class="line">church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for</div>
                     <div class="line">me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I</div>
                     <div class="line">am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'</div>
                     <div class="line">both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a</div>
                     <div class="line">cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a</div>
                     <div class="line">rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of</div>
                     <div class="line">arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I</div>
                     <div class="line">was hurt under your arm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought all for the best.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Help me into some house, Benvolio,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!</div>
                     <div class="line">They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,</div>
                     <div class="line">And soundly too: your houses!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt MERCUTIO and BENVOLIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">This gentleman, the prince's near ally,</div>
                     <div class="line">My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt</div>
                     <div class="line">In my behalf; my reputation stain'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy beauty hath made me effeminate</div>
                     <div class="line">And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter BENVOLIO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead!</div>
                     <div class="line">That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which too untimely here did scorn the earth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">This day's black fate on more days doth depend;</div>
                     <div class="line">This but begins the woe, others must end.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Alive, in triumph! and Mercutio slain!</div>
                     <div class="line">Away to heaven, respective lenity,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now!</div>
                     <p>Re-enter TYBALT</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again,</div>
                     <div class="line">That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul</div>
                     <div class="line">Is but a little way above our heads,</div>
                     <div class="line">Staying for thine to keep him company:</div>
                     <div class="line">Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shalt with him hence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">This shall determine that.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight; TYBALT falls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, away, be gone!</div>
                     <div class="line">The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou art taken: hence, be gone, away!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I am fortune's fool!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Why dost thou stay?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit ROMEO</p>
               <p>Enter Citizens, &c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio?</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">There lies that Tybalt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                     <div class="line">Up, sir, go with me;</div>
                     <div class="line">I charge thee in the princes name, obey.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their
Wives, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Where are the vile beginners of this fray?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">O noble prince, I can discover all</div>
                     <div class="line">The unlucky manage of this fatal brawl:</div>
                     <div class="line">There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,</div>
                     <div class="line">That slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, my cousin! O my brother's child!</div>
                     <div class="line">O prince! O cousin! husband! O, the blood is spilt</div>
                     <div class="line">O my dear kinsman! Prince, as thou art true,</div>
                     <div class="line">For blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.</div>
                     <div class="line">O cousin, cousin!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay;</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink</div>
                     <div class="line">How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal</div>
                     <div class="line">Your high displeasure: all this uttered</div>
                     <div class="line">With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Could not take truce with the unruly spleen</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts</div>
                     <div class="line">With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats</div>
                     <div class="line">Cold death aside, and with the other sends</div>
                     <div class="line">It back to Tybalt, whose dexterity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Retorts it: Romeo he cries aloud,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Hold, friends! friends, part!' and, swifter than</div>
                     <div class="line">his tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">His agile arm beats down their fatal points,</div>
                     <div class="line">And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm</div>
                     <div class="line">An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life</div>
                     <div class="line">Of stout Mercutio, and then Tybalt fled;</div>
                     <div class="line">But by and by comes back to Romeo,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who had but newly entertain'd revenge,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I</div>
                     <div class="line">Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly.</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the truth, or let Benvolio die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">He is a kinsman to the Montague;</div>
                     <div class="line">Affection makes him false; he speaks not true:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some twenty of them fought in this black strife,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all those twenty could but kill one life.</div>
                     <div class="line">I beg for justice, which thou, prince, must give;</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo slew Tybalt, Romeo must not live.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo slew him, he slew Mercutio;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend;</div>
                     <div class="line">His fault concludes but what the law should end,</div>
                     <div class="line">The life of Tybalt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">And for that offence</div>
                     <div class="line">Immediately we do exile him hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have an interest in your hate's proceeding,</div>
                     <div class="line">My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine</div>
                     <div class="line">That you shall all repent the loss of mine:</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be deaf to pleading and excuses;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste,</div>
                     <div class="line">Else, when he's found, that hour is his last.</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear hence this body and attend our will:</div>
                     <div class="line">Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner</div>
                     <div class="line">As Phaethon would whip you to the west,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bring in cloudy night immediately.</div>
                     <div class="line">Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,</div>
                     <div class="line">That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo</div>
                     <div class="line">Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lovers can see to do their amorous rites</div>
                     <div class="line">By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,</div>
                     <div class="line">It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,</div>
                     <div class="line">And learn me how to lose a winning match,</div>
                     <div class="line">Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Think true love acted simple modesty.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;</div>
                     <div class="line">For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,</div>
                     <div class="line">Take him and cut him out in little stars,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he will make the face of heaven so fine</div>
                     <div class="line">That all the world will be in love with night</div>
                     <div class="line">And pay no worship to the garish sun.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I have bought the mansion of a love,</div>
                     <div class="line">But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day</div>
                     <div class="line">As is the night before some festival</div>
                     <div class="line">To an impatient child that hath new robes</div>
                     <div class="line">And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse,</div>
                     <div class="line">And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks</div>
                     <div class="line">But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence.</div>
                     <p>Enter Nurse, with cords</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords</div>
                     <div class="line">That Romeo bid thee fetch?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, ay, the cords.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Throws them down</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!</div>
                     <div class="line">We are undone, lady, we are undone!</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Can heaven be so envious?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo can,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo!</div>
                     <div class="line">Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus?</div>
                     <div class="line">This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but 'I,'</div>
                     <div class="line">And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more</div>
                     <div class="line">Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am not I, if there be such an I;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'</div>
                     <div class="line">If he be slain, say 'I'; or if not, no:</div>
                     <div class="line">Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--</div>
                     <div class="line">God save the mark!--here on his manly breast:</div>
                     <div class="line">A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;</div>
                     <div class="line">Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, break, my heart! poor bankrupt, break at once!</div>
                     <div class="line">To prison, eyes, ne'er look on liberty!</div>
                     <div class="line">Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had!</div>
                     <div class="line">O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever I should live to see thee dead!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What storm is this that blows so contrary?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead?</div>
                     <div class="line">My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!</div>
                     <div class="line">For who is living, if those two are gone?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished;</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O God! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">It did, it did; alas the day, it did!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!</div>
                     <div class="line">Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?</div>
                     <div class="line">Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb!</div>
                     <div class="line">Despised substance of divinest show!</div>
                     <div class="line">Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">A damned saint, an honourable villain!</div>
                     <div class="line">O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell,</div>
                     <div class="line">When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend</div>
                     <div class="line">In moral paradise of such sweet flesh?</div>
                     <div class="line">Was ever book containing such vile matter</div>
                     <div class="line">So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell</div>
                     <div class="line">In such a gorgeous palace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">There's no trust,</div>
                     <div class="line">No faith, no honesty in men; all perjured,</div>
                     <div class="line">All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, where's my man? give me some aqua vitae:</div>
                     <div class="line">These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old.</div>
                     <div class="line">Shame come to Romeo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Blister'd be thy tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">For such a wish! he was not born to shame:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;</div>
                     <div class="line">For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Sole monarch of the universal earth.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what a beast was I to chide at him!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband?</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name,</div>
                     <div class="line">When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it?</div>
                     <div class="line">But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin?</div>
                     <div class="line">That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:</div>
                     <div class="line">Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;</div>
                     <div class="line">Your tributary drops belong to woe,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy.</div>
                     <div class="line">My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;</div>
                     <div class="line">And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:</div>
                     <div class="line">All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then?</div>
                     <div class="line">Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">That murder'd me: I would forget it fain;</div>
                     <div class="line">But, O, it presses to my memory,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo--banished;'</div>
                     <div class="line">That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,'</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death</div>
                     <div class="line">Was woe enough, if it had ended there:</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship</div>
                     <div class="line">And needly will be rank'd with other griefs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which modern lamentations might have moved?</div>
                     <div class="line">But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Romeo is banished,' to speak that word,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!'</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,</div>
                     <div class="line">In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my father, and my mother, nurse?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse:</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you go to them? I will bring you thither.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent,</div>
                     <div class="line">When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment.</div>
                     <div class="line">Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled,</div>
                     <div class="line">Both you and I; for Romeo is exiled:</div>
                     <div class="line">He made you for a highway to my bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo</div>
                     <div class="line">To comfort you: I wot well where he is.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, find him! give this ring to my true knight,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid him come to take his last farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man:</div>
                     <div class="line">Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou art wedded to calamity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, what news? what is the prince's doom?</div>
                     <div class="line">What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I yet know not?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Too familiar</div>
                     <div class="line">Is my dear son with such sour company:</div>
                     <div class="line">I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not body's death, but body's banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha, banishment! be merciful, say 'death;'</div>
                     <div class="line">For exile hath more terror in his look,</div>
                     <div class="line">Much more than death: do not say 'banishment.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence from Verona art thou banished:</div>
                     <div class="line">Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no world without Verona walls,</div>
                     <div class="line">But purgatory, torture, hell itself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence-banished is banish'd from the world,</div>
                     <div class="line">And world's exile is death: then banished,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe,</div>
                     <div class="line">And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law,</div>
                     <div class="line">And turn'd that black word death to banishment:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog</div>
                     <div class="line">And little mouse, every unworthy thing,</div>
                     <div class="line">Live here in heaven and may look on her;</div>
                     <div class="line">But Romeo may not: more validity,</div>
                     <div class="line">More honourable state, more courtship lives</div>
                     <div class="line">In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize</div>
                     <div class="line">On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand</div>
                     <div class="line">And steal immortal blessing from her lips,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who even in pure and vestal modesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin;</div>
                     <div class="line">But Romeo may not; he is banished:</div>
                     <div class="line">Flies may do this, but I from this must fly:</div>
                     <div class="line">They are free men, but I am banished.</div>
                     <div class="line">And say'st thou yet that exile is not death?</div>
                     <div class="line">Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife,</div>
                     <div class="line">No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,</div>
                     <div class="line">But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'?</div>
                     <div class="line">O friar, the damned use that word in hell;</div>
                     <div class="line">Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,</div>
                     <div class="line">A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">To mangle me with that word 'banished'?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll give thee armour to keep off that word:</div>
                     <div class="line">Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,</div>
                     <div class="line">To comfort thee, though thou art banished.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy!</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,</div>
                     <div class="line">It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, then I see that madmen have no ears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel:</div>
                     <div class="line">Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,</div>
                     <div class="line">An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doting like me and like me banished,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fall upon the ground, as I do now,</div>
                     <div class="line">Taking the measure of an unmade grave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Knocking within</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Knocking</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wilt be taken. Stay awhile! Stand up;</div>
                     <p>Knocking</p>
                     <div class="line">Run to my study. By and by! God's will,</div>
                     <div class="line">What simpleness is this! I come, I come!</div>
                     <p>Knocking</p>
                     <div class="line">Who knocks so hard? whence come you? what's your will?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Let me come in, and you shall know</div>
                     <div class="line">my errand;</div>
                     <div class="line">I come from Lady Juliet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O holy friar, O, tell me, holy friar,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O, he is even in my mistress' case,</div>
                     <div class="line">Just in her case! O woful sympathy!</div>
                     <div class="line">Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,</div>
                     <div class="line">Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man:</div>
                     <div class="line">For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;</div>
                     <div class="line">Why should you fall into so deep an O?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah sir! ah sir! Well, death's the end of all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Spakest thou of Juliet? how is it with her?</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth she not think me an old murderer,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy</div>
                     <div class="line">With blood removed but little from her own?</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is she? and how doth she? and what says</div>
                     <div class="line">My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then down falls again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">As if that name,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shot from the deadly level of a gun,</div>
                     <div class="line">Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand</div>
                     <div class="line">Murder'd her kinsman. O, tell me, friar, tell me,</div>
                     <div class="line">In what vile part of this anatomy</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack</div>
                     <div class="line">The hateful mansion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Drawing his sword</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold thy desperate hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote</div>
                     <div class="line">The unreasonable fury of a beast:</div>
                     <div class="line">Unseemly woman in a seeming man!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order,</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought thy disposition better temper'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?</div>
                     <div class="line">And stay thy lady too that lives in thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">By doing damned hate upon thyself?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?</div>
                     <div class="line">Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet</div>
                     <div class="line">In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,</div>
                     <div class="line">And usest none in that true use indeed</div>
                     <div class="line">Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,</div>
                     <div class="line">Digressing from the valour of a man;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,</div>
                     <div class="line">Misshapen in the conduct of them both,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is set afire by thine own ignorance,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,</div>
                     <div class="line">For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;</div>
                     <div class="line">There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too:</div>
                     <div class="line">The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend</div>
                     <div class="line">And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:</div>
                     <div class="line">A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back;</div>
                     <div class="line">Happiness courts thee in her best array;</div>
                     <div class="line">But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:</div>
                     <div class="line">But look thou stay not till the watch be set,</div>
                     <div class="line">For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time</div>
                     <div class="line">To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back</div>
                     <div class="line">With twenty hundred thousand times more joy</div>
                     <div class="line">Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid her hasten all the house to bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto:</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo is coming.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night</div>
                     <div class="line">To hear good counsel: O, what learning is!</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">How well my comfort is revived by this!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state:</div>
                     <div class="line">Either be gone before the watch be set,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or by the break of day disguised from hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,</div>
                     <div class="line">And he shall signify from time to time</div>
                     <div class="line">Every good hap to you that chances here:</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">But that a joy past joy calls out on me,</div>
                     <div class="line">It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  A room in Capulet's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we have had no time to move our daughter:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly,</div>
                     <div class="line">And so did I:--Well, we were born to die.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:</div>
                     <div class="line">I promise you, but for your company,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would have been a-bed an hour ago.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">These times of woe afford no time to woo.</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;</div>
                     <div class="line">To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender</div>
                     <div class="line">Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled</div>
                     <div class="line">In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.</div>
                     <div class="line">Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--</div>
                     <div class="line">But, soft! what day is this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Monday, my lord,</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon,</div>
                     <div class="line">O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her,</div>
                     <div class="line">She shall be married to this noble earl.</div>
                     <div class="line">Will you be ready? do you like this haste?</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be thought we held him carelessly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being our kinsman, if we revel much:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my lord. Light to my chamber, ho!</div>
                     <div class="line">Afore me! it is so very very late,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we may call it early by and by.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:</div>
                     <div class="line">It was the nightingale, and not the lark,</div>
                     <div class="line">That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">It was the lark, the herald of the morn,</div>
                     <div class="line">No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks</div>
                     <div class="line">Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:</div>
                     <div class="line">Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day</div>
                     <div class="line">Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.</div>
                     <div class="line">I must be gone and live, or stay and die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is some meteor that the sun exhales,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,</div>
                     <div class="line">And light thee on thy way to Mantua:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;</div>
                     <div class="line">I am content, so thou wilt have it so.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat</div>
                     <div class="line">The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:</div>
                     <div class="line">I have more care to stay than will to go:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.</div>
                     <div class="line">How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the lark that sings so out of tune,</div>
                     <div class="line">Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.</div>
                     <div class="line">Some say the lark makes sweet division;</div>
                     <div class="line">This doth not so, for she divideth us:</div>
                     <div class="line">Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, now I would they had changed voices too!</div>
                     <div class="line">Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day,</div>
                     <div class="line">O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Nurse, to the chamber</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Your lady mother is coming to your chamber:</div>
                     <div class="line">The day is broke; be wary, look about.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, window, let day in, and let life out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>He goeth down</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!</div>
                     <div class="line">I must hear from thee every day in the hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">For in a minute there are many days:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, by this count I shall be much in years</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere I again behold my Romeo!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell!</div>
                     <div class="line">I will omit no opportunity</div>
                     <div class="line">That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve</div>
                     <div class="line">For sweet discourses in our time to come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O God, I have an ill-divining soul!</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,</div>
                     <div class="line">As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:</div>
                     <div class="line">Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.</div>
                     <div class="line">That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;</div>
                     <div class="line">For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,</div>
                     <div class="line">But send him back.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>         Ho, daughter! are you up?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is she not down so late, or up so early?</div>
                     <div class="line">What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LADY CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, how now, Juliet!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I am not well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?</div>
                     <div class="line">An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;</div>
                     <div class="line">But much of grief shows still some want of wit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend</div>
                     <div class="line">Which you weep for.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Feeling so the loss,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cannot choose but ever weep the friend.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,</div>
                     <div class="line">As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What villain madam?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">That same villain, Romeo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Villain and he be many miles asunder.--</div>
                     <div class="line">God Pardon him! I do, with all my heart;</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">That is, because the traitor murderer lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands:</div>
                     <div class="line">Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:</div>
                     <div class="line">And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Indeed, I never shall be satisfied</div>
                     <div class="line">With Romeo, till I behold him--dead--</div>
                     <div class="line">Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, if you could find out but a man</div>
                     <div class="line">To bear a poison, I would temper it;</div>
                     <div class="line">That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,</div>
                     <div class="line">Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors</div>
                     <div class="line">To hear him named, and cannot come to him.</div>
                     <div class="line">To wreak the love I bore my cousin</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon his body that slaughter'd him!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">And joy comes well in such a needy time:</div>
                     <div class="line">What are they, I beseech your ladyship?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;</div>
                     <div class="line">One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, in happy time, what day is that?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,</div>
                     <div class="line">The gallant, young and noble gentleman,</div>
                     <div class="line">The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall not make me there a joyful bride.</div>
                     <div class="line">I wonder at this haste; that I must wed</div>
                     <div class="line">Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear,</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather than Paris. These are news indeed!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see how he will take it at your hands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew;</div>
                     <div class="line">But for the sunset of my brother's son</div>
                     <div class="line">It rains downright.</div>
                     <div class="line">How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?</div>
                     <div class="line">Evermore showering? In one little body</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind;</div>
                     <div class="line">For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Without a sudden calm, will overset</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife!</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you deliver'd to her our decree?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks.</div>
                     <div class="line">I would the fool were married to her grave!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife.</div>
                     <div class="line">How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought</div>
                     <div class="line">So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have:</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud can I never be of what I hate;</div>
                     <div class="line">But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, how now, chop-logic! What is this?</div>
                     <div class="line">'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds,</div>
                     <div class="line">But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,</div>
                     <div class="line">To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!</div>
                     <div class="line">You tallow-face!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, fie! what, are you mad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good father, I beseech you on my knees,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear me with patience but to speak a word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or never after look me in the face:</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;</div>
                     <div class="line">My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest</div>
                     <div class="line">That God had lent us but this only child;</div>
                     <div class="line">But now I see this one is one too much,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that we have a curse in having her:</div>
                     <div class="line">Out on her, hilding!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">God in heaven bless her!</div>
                     <div class="line">You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">I speak no treason.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, God ye god-den.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">May not one speak?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, you mumbling fool!</div>
                     <div class="line">Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl;</div>
                     <div class="line">For here we need it not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">You are too hot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">God's bread! it makes me mad:</div>
                     <div class="line">Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,</div>
                     <div class="line">Alone, in company, still my care hath been</div>
                     <div class="line">To have her match'd: and having now provided</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentleman of noble parentage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then to have a wretched puling fool,</div>
                     <div class="line">A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,</div>
                     <div class="line">To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,</div>
                     <div class="line">I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'</div>
                     <div class="line">But, as you will not wed, I'll pardon you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Graze where you will you shall not house with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:</div>
                     <div class="line">An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;</div>
                     <div class="line">And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in</div>
                     <div class="line">the streets,</div>
                     <div class="line">For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:</div>
                     <div class="line">Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,</div>
                     <div class="line">That sees into the bottom of my grief?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!</div>
                     <div class="line">Delay this marriage for a month, a week;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed</div>
                     <div class="line">In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:</div>
                     <div class="line">Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented?</div>
                     <div class="line">My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;</div>
                     <div class="line">How shall that faith return again to earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless that husband send it me from heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon so soft a subject as myself!</div>
                     <div class="line">What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?</div>
                     <div class="line">Some comfort, nurse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, here it is.</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,</div>
                     <div class="line">I think it best you married with the county.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, he's a lovely gentleman!</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye</div>
                     <div class="line">As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">I think you are happy in this second match,</div>
                     <div class="line">For it excels your first: or if it did not,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,</div>
                     <div class="line">As living here and you no use of him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Speakest thou from thy heart?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">And from my soul too;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else beshrew them both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Amen!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">What?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go in: and tell my lady I am gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make confession and to be absolved.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Which she hath praised him with above compare</div>
                     <div class="line">So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:</div>
                     <div class="line">If all else fail, myself have power to die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Friar Laurence's cell.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">My father Capulet will have it so;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">You say you do not know the lady's mind:</div>
                     <div class="line">Uneven is the course, I like it not.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore have I little talk'd of love;</div>
                     <div class="line">For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous</div>
                     <div class="line">That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,</div>
                     <div class="line">To stop the inundation of her tears;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, too much minded by herself alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">May be put from her by society:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now do you know the reason of this haste.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Happily met, my lady and my wife!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">What must be shall be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">That's a certain text.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Come you to make confession to this father?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">To answer that, I should confess to you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Do not deny to him that you love me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I will confess to you that I love him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">If I do so, it will be of more price,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">The tears have got small victory by that;</div>
                     <div class="line">For it was bad enough before their spite.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;</div>
                     <div class="line">And what I spake, I spake it to my face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">It may be so, for it is not mine own.</div>
                     <div class="line">Are you at leisure, holy father, now;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall I come to you at evening mass?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, we must entreat the time alone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">God shield I should disturb devotion!</div>
                     <div class="line">Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:</div>
                     <div class="line">Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;</div>
                     <div class="line">It strains me past the compass of my wits:</div>
                     <div class="line">I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,</div>
                     <div class="line">On Thursday next be married to this county.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:</div>
                     <div class="line">If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do thou but call my resolution wise,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with this knife I'll help it presently.</div>
                     <div class="line">God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be the label to another deed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or my true heart with treacherous revolt</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn to another, this shall slay them both:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me some present counsel, or, behold,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that</div>
                     <div class="line">Which the commission of thy years and art</div>
                     <div class="line">Could to no issue of true honour bring.</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not so long to speak; I long to die,</div>
                     <div class="line">If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which craves as desperate an execution.</div>
                     <div class="line">As that is desperate which we would prevent.</div>
                     <div class="line">If, rather than to marry County Paris,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then is it likely thou wilt undertake</div>
                     <div class="line">A thing like death to chide away this shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">That copest with death himself to scape from it:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,</div>
                     <div class="line">From off the battlements of yonder tower;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk</div>
                     <div class="line">Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,</div>
                     <div class="line">With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or bid me go into a new-made grave</div>
                     <div class="line">And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;</div>
                     <div class="line">Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will do it without fear or doubt,</div>
                     <div class="line">To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent</div>
                     <div class="line">To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take thou this vial, being then in bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">And this distilled liquor drink thou off;</div>
                     <div class="line">When presently through all thy veins shall run</div>
                     <div class="line">A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:</div>
                     <div class="line">No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;</div>
                     <div class="line">The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade</div>
                     <div class="line">To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;</div>
                     <div class="line">Each part, deprived of supple government,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:</div>
                     <div class="line">And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes</div>
                     <div class="line">To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, as the manner of our country is,</div>
                     <div class="line">In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault</div>
                     <div class="line">Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.</div>
                     <div class="line">In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hither shall he come: and he and I</div>
                     <div class="line">Will watch thy waking, and that very night</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.</div>
                     <div class="line">And this shall free thee from this present shame;</div>
                     <div class="line">If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Abate thy valour in the acting it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous</div>
                     <div class="line">In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed</div>
                     <div class="line">To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, dear father!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Hall in Capulet's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET, LADY  CAPULET, Nurse, and two
Servingmen</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">So many guests invite as here are writ.</div>
                     <p>Exit First Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they</div>
                     <div class="line">can lick their fingers.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">How canst thou try them so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his</div>
                     <div class="line">own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his</div>
                     <div class="line">fingers goes not with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, be gone.</div>
                     <p>Exit Second Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">We shall be much unfurnished for this time.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, forsooth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, he may chance to do some good on her:</div>
                     <div class="line">A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">See where she comes from shrift with merry look.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin</div>
                     <div class="line">Of disobedient opposition</div>
                     <div class="line">To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd</div>
                     <div class="line">By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,</div>
                     <div class="line">And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!</div>
                     <div class="line">Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Send for the county; go tell him of this:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;</div>
                     <div class="line">And gave him what becomed love I might,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is as't should be. Let me see the county;</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our whole city is much bound to him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To help me sort such needful ornaments</div>
                     <div class="line">As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt JULIET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY  CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">We shall be short in our provision:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis now near night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Tush, I will stir about,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!</div>
                     <div class="line">They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself</div>
                     <div class="line">To County Paris, to prepare him up</div>
                     <div class="line">Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Juliet's chamber.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JULIET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,</div>
                     <div class="line">I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have need of many orisons</div>
                     <div class="line">To move the heavens to smile upon my state,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LADY CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries</div>
                     <div class="line">As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:</div>
                     <div class="line">So please you, let me now be left alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let the nurse this night sit up with you;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,</div>
                     <div class="line">In this so sudden business.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good night:</div>
                     <div class="line">Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,</div>
                     <div class="line">That almost freezes up the heat of life:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll call them back again to comfort me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Nurse! What should she do here?</div>
                     <div class="line">My dismal scene I needs must act alone.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, vial.</div>
                     <div class="line">What if this mixture do not work at all?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.</div>
                     <p>Laying down her dagger</p>
                     <div class="line">What if it be a poison, which the friar</div>
                     <div class="line">Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because he married me before to Romeo?</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,</div>
                     <div class="line">For he hath still been tried a holy man.</div>
                     <div class="line">How if, when I am laid into the tomb,</div>
                     <div class="line">I wake before the time that Romeo</div>
                     <div class="line">Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,</div>
                     <div class="line">To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,</div>
                     <div class="line">And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if I live, is it not very like,</div>
                     <div class="line">The horrible conceit of death and night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Together with the terror of the place,--</div>
                     <div class="line">As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where, for these many hundred years, the bones</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all my buried ancestors are packed:</div>
                     <div class="line">Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,</div>
                     <div class="line">At some hours in the night spirits resort;--</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack, alack, is it not like that I,</div>
                     <div class="line">So early waking, what with loathsome smells,</div>
                     <div class="line">And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--</div>
                     <div class="line">O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,</div>
                     <div class="line">Environed with all these hideous fears?</div>
                     <div class="line">And madly play with my forefather's joints?</div>
                     <div class="line">And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,</div>
                     <div class="line">As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost</div>
                     <div class="line">Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>She falls upon her bed, within the curtains</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Hall in Capulet's house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:</div>
                     <div class="line">Spare not for the cost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, you cot-quean, go,</div>
                     <div class="line">Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow</div>
                     <div class="line">For this night's watching.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now</div>
                     <div class="line">All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will watch you from such watching now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">A jealous hood, a jealous hood!</div>
                     <p>Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs,
and baskets</p>
                     <div class="line">Now, fellow,</div>
                     <div class="line">What's there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Make haste, make haste.</div>
                     <p>Exit First Servant</p>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, fetch drier logs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never trouble Peter for the matter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:</div>
                     <div class="line">The county will be here with music straight,</div>
                     <div class="line">For so he said he would: I hear him near.</div>
                     <p>Music within</p>
                     <div class="line">Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!</div>
                     <p>Re-enter Nurse</p>
                     <div class="line">Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,</div>
                     <div class="line">Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:</div>
                     <div class="line">Make haste, I say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  Juliet's chamber.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Nurse</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!</div>
                     <div class="line">What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;</div>
                     <div class="line">Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,</div>
                     <div class="line">The County Paris hath set up his rest,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!</div>
                     <div class="line">I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, let the county take you in your bed;</div>
                     <div class="line">He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?</div>
                     <p>Undraws the curtains</p>
                     <div class="line">What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!</div>
                     <div class="line">I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!</div>
                     <div class="line">Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter LADY CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What noise is here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O lamentable day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the matter?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, look! O heavy day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O me, O me! My child, my only life,</div>
                     <div class="line">Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">Help, help! Call help.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;</div>
                     <div class="line">Life and these lips have long been separated:</div>
                     <div class="line">Death lies on her like an untimely frost</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O lamentable day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O woful time!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, is the bride ready to go to church?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ready to go, but never to return.</div>
                     <div class="line">O son! the night before thy wedding-day</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,</div>
                     <div class="line">Flower as she was, deflowered by him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;</div>
                     <div class="line">My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I thought long to see this morning's face,</div>
                     <div class="line">And doth it give me such a sight as this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!</div>
                     <div class="line">Most miserable hour that e'er time saw</div>
                     <div class="line">In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!</div>
                     <div class="line">But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,</div>
                     <div class="line">But one thing to rejoice and solace in,</div>
                     <div class="line">And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!</div>
                     <div class="line">Most lamentable day, most woful day,</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever, ever, I did yet behold!</div>
                     <div class="line">O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!</div>
                     <div class="line">Never was seen so black a day as this:</div>
                     <div class="line">O woful day, O woful day!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!</div>
                     <div class="line">Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!</div>
                     <div class="line">O love! O life! not life, but love in death!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now</div>
                     <div class="line">To murder, murder our solemnity?</div>
                     <div class="line">O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;</div>
                     <div class="line">And with my child my joys are buried.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not</div>
                     <div class="line">In these confusions. Heaven and yourself</div>
                     <div class="line">Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the better is it for the maid:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your part in her you could not keep from death,</div>
                     <div class="line">But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.</div>
                     <div class="line">The most you sought was her promotion;</div>
                     <div class="line">For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:</div>
                     <div class="line">And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced</div>
                     <div class="line">Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, in this love, you love your child so ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you run mad, seeing that she is well:</div>
                     <div class="line">She's not well married that lives married long;</div>
                     <div class="line">But she's best married that dies married young.</div>
                     <div class="line">Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary</div>
                     <div class="line">On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,</div>
                     <div class="line">In all her best array bear her to church:</div>
                     <div class="line">For though fond nature bids us an lament,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">All things that we ordained festival,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn from their office to black funeral;</div>
                     <div class="line">Our instruments to melancholy bells,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all things change them to the contrary.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare</div>
                     <div class="line">To follow this fair corse unto her grave:</div>
                     <div class="line">The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;</div>
                     <div class="line">Move them no more by crossing their high will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                     <div class="line">Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's</div>
                     <div class="line">ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Why 'Heart's ease?'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My</div>
                     <div class="line">heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,</div>
                     <div class="line">to comfort me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">You will not, then?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">No.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">I will then give it you soundly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">What will you give us?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">No money, on my faith, but the gleek;</div>
                     <div class="line">I will give you the minstrel.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Then I will give you the serving-creature.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on</div>
                     <div class="line">your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll fa you; do you note me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">An you re us and fa us, you note us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you</div>
                     <div class="line">with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer</div>
                     <div class="line">me like men:</div>
                     <div class="line">'When griping grief the heart doth wound,</div>
                     <div class="line">And doleful dumps the mind oppress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then music with her silver sound'--</div>
                     <div class="line">why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver</div>
                     <div class="line">sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Third Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, I know not what to say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PETER</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say</div>
                     <div class="line">for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'</div>
                     <div class="line">because musicians have no gold for sounding:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Then music with her silver sound</div>
                     <div class="line">With speedy help doth lend redress.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">What a pestilent knave is this same!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Musician</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the</div>
                     <div class="line">mourners, and stay dinner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Mantua. A street.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Mantua. A street.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,</div>
                     <div class="line">My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;</div>
                     <div class="line">And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit</div>
                     <div class="line">Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.</div>
                     <div class="line">I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--</div>
                     <div class="line">Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave</div>
                     <div class="line">to think!--</div>
                     <div class="line">And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I revived, and was an emperor.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!</div>
                     <p>Enter BALTHASAR, booted</p>
                     <div class="line">News from Verona!--How now, Balthasar!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?</div>
                     <div class="line">How doth my lady? Is my father well?</div>
                     <div class="line">How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;</div>
                     <div class="line">For nothing can be ill, if she be well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,</div>
                     <div class="line">And her immortal part with angels lives.</div>
                     <div class="line">I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,</div>
                     <div class="line">And presently took post to tell it you:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since you did leave it for my office, sir.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">I do beseech you, sir, have patience:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your looks are pale and wild, and do import</div>
                     <div class="line">Some misadventure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Tush, thou art deceived:</div>
                     <div class="line">Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my good lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">No matter: get thee gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.</div>
                     <p>Exit BALTHASAR</p>
                     <div class="line">Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift</div>
                     <div class="line">To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remember an apothecary,--</div>
                     <div class="line">And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted</div>
                     <div class="line">In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,</div>
                     <div class="line">Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:</div>
                     <div class="line">And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,</div>
                     <div class="line">An alligator stuff'd, and other skins</div>
                     <div class="line">Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves</div>
                     <div class="line">A beggarly account of empty boxes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.</div>
                     <div class="line">Noting this penury, to myself I said</div>
                     <div class="line">'An if a man did need a poison now,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose sale is present death in Mantua,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'</div>
                     <div class="line">O, this same thought did but forerun my need;</div>
                     <div class="line">And this same needy man must sell it me.</div>
                     <div class="line">As I remember, this should be the house.</div>
                     <div class="line">Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.</div>
                     <div class="line">What, ho! apothecary!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Apothecary</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Apothecary</div>
                     <div class="line">Who calls so loud?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have</div>
                     <div class="line">A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear</div>
                     <div class="line">As will disperse itself through all the veins</div>
                     <div class="line">That the life-weary taker may fall dead</div>
                     <div class="line">And that the trunk may be discharged of breath</div>
                     <div class="line">As violently as hasty powder fired</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Apothecary</div>
                     <div class="line">Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law</div>
                     <div class="line">Is death to any he that utters them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,</div>
                     <div class="line">And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back;</div>
                     <div class="line">The world is not thy friend nor the world's law;</div>
                     <div class="line">The world affords no law to make thee rich;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Apothecary</div>
                     <div class="line">My poverty, but not my will, consents.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Apothecary</div>
                     <div class="line">Put this in any liquid thing you will,</div>
                     <div class="line">And drink it off; and, if you had the strength</div>
                     <div class="line">Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doing more murders in this loathsome world,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.</div>
                     <div class="line">I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, cordial and not poison, go with me</div>
                     <div class="line">To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Friar Laurence's cell.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR JOHN</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FRIAR LAURENCE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">This same should be the voice of Friar John.</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Going to find a bare-foot brother out</div>
                     <div class="line">One of our order, to associate me,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here in this city visiting the sick,</div>
                     <div class="line">And finding him, the searchers of the town,</div>
                     <div class="line">Suspecting that we both were in a house</div>
                     <div class="line">Where the infectious pestilence did reign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;</div>
                     <div class="line">So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">I could not send it,--here it is again,--</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">So fearful were they of infection.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,</div>
                     <div class="line">The letter was not nice but full of charge</div>
                     <div class="line">Of dear import, and the neglecting it</div>
                     <div class="line">May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto my cell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR JOHN</div>
                     <div class="line">Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Now must I to the monument alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">Within three hours will fair Juliet wake:</div>
                     <div class="line">She will beshrew me much that Romeo</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath had no notice of these accidents;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will write again to Mantua,</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter PARIS, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,</div>
                     <div class="line">Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;</div>
                     <div class="line">So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,</div>
                     <div class="line">But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">As signal that thou hear'st something approach.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PAGE</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  I am almost afraid to stand alone</div>
                     <div class="line">Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Retires</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--</div>
                     <div class="line">O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;--</div>
                     <div class="line">Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans:</div>
                     <div class="line">The obsequies that I for thee will keep</div>
                     <div class="line">Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep.</div>
                     <p>The Page whistles</p>
                     <div class="line">The boy gives warning something doth approach.</div>
                     <div class="line">What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,</div>
                     <div class="line">To cross my obsequies and true love's rite?</div>
                     <div class="line">What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Retires</p>
               <p>Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch,
mattock, &c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold, take this letter; early in the morning</div>
                     <div class="line">See thou deliver it to my lord and father.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,</div>
                     <div class="line">And do not interrupt me in my course.</div>
                     <div class="line">Why I descend into this bed of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is partly to behold my lady's face;</div>
                     <div class="line">But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger</div>
                     <div class="line">A precious ring, a ring that I must use</div>
                     <div class="line">In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:</div>
                     <div class="line">But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry</div>
                     <div class="line">In what I further shall intend to do,</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint</div>
                     <div class="line">And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:</div>
                     <div class="line">The time and my intents are savage-wild,</div>
                     <div class="line">More fierce and more inexorable far</div>
                     <div class="line">Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that:</div>
                     <div class="line">Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout:</div>
                     <div class="line">His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Retires</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Opens the tomb</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">This is that banish'd haughty Montague,</div>
                     <div class="line">That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">It is supposed, the fair creature died;</div>
                     <div class="line">And here is come to do some villanous shame</div>
                     <div class="line">To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.</div>
                     <p>Comes forward</p>
                     <div class="line">Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!</div>
                     <div class="line">Can vengeance be pursued further than death?</div>
                     <div class="line">Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;</div>
                     <div class="line">Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;</div>
                     <div class="line">Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Put not another sin upon my head,</div>
                     <div class="line">By urging me to fury: O, be gone!</div>
                     <div class="line">By heaven, I love thee better than myself;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I come hither arm'd against myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say,</div>
                     <div class="line">A madman's mercy bade thee run away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">I do defy thy conjurations,</div>
                     <div class="line">And apprehend thee for a felon here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PAGE</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, they fight! I will go call the watch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                     <div class="line">O, I am slain!</div>
                     <p>Falls</p>
                     <div class="line">If thou be merciful,</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                     <div class="line">In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris!</div>
                     <div class="line">What said my man, when my betossed soul</div>
                     <div class="line">Did not attend him as we rode? I think</div>
                     <div class="line">He told me Paris should have married Juliet:</div>
                     <div class="line">Said he not so? or did I dream it so?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;</div>
                     <div class="line">A grave? O no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,</div>
                     <div class="line">For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes</div>
                     <div class="line">This vault a feasting presence full of light.</div>
                     <div class="line">Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.</div>
                     <p>Laying PARIS in the tomb</p>
                     <div class="line">How oft when men are at the point of death</div>
                     <div class="line">Have they been merry! which their keepers call</div>
                     <div class="line">A lightning before death: O, how may I</div>
                     <div class="line">Call this a lightning? O my love! my wife!</div>
                     <div class="line">Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet</div>
                     <div class="line">Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">And death's pale flag is not advanced there.</div>
                     <div class="line">Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what more favour can I do to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain</div>
                     <div class="line">To sunder his that was thine enemy?</div>
                     <div class="line">Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe</div>
                     <div class="line">That unsubstantial death is amorous,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that the lean abhorred monster keeps</div>
                     <div class="line">Thee here in dark to be his paramour?</div>
                     <div class="line">For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">And never from this palace of dim night</div>
                     <div class="line">Depart again: here, here will I remain</div>
                     <div class="line">With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I set up my everlasting rest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars</div>
                     <div class="line">From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!</div>
                     <div class="line">Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you</div>
                     <div class="line">The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss</div>
                     <div class="line">A dateless bargain to engrossing death!</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on</div>
                     <div class="line">The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's to my love!</div>
                     <p>Drinks</p>
                     <div class="line">O true apothecary!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <p>Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night</div>
                     <div class="line">Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,</div>
                     <div class="line">What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light</div>
                     <div class="line">To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern,</div>
                     <div class="line">It burneth in the Capel's monument.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,</div>
                     <div class="line">One that you love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Who is it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">How long hath he been there?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">Full half an hour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Go with me to the vault.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">I dare not, sir</div>
                     <div class="line">My master knows not but I am gone hence;</div>
                     <div class="line">And fearfully did menace me with death,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I did stay to look on his intents.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,</div>
                     <div class="line">I dreamt my master and another fought,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that my master slew him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo!</div>
                     <p>Advances</p>
                     <div class="line">Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains</div>
                     <div class="line">The stony entrance of this sepulchre?</div>
                     <div class="line">What mean these masterless and gory swords</div>
                     <div class="line">To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?</div>
                     <p>Enters the tomb</p>
                     <div class="line">Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too?</div>
                     <div class="line">And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour</div>
                     <div class="line">Is guilty of this lamentable chance!</div>
                     <div class="line">The lady stirs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>JULIET wakes</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">O comfortable friar! where is my lord?</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remember well where I should be,</div>
                     <div class="line">And there I am. Where is my Romeo?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Noise within</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">I hear some noise. Lady, come from that nest</div>
                     <div class="line">Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:</div>
                     <div class="line">A greater power than we can contradict</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;</div>
                     <div class="line">And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee</div>
                     <div class="line">Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, go, good Juliet,</div>
                     <p>Noise again</p>
                     <div class="line">I dare no longer stay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.</div>
                     <p>Exit FRIAR LAURENCE</p>
                     <div class="line">What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?</div>
                     <div class="line">Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:</div>
                     <div class="line">O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop</div>
                     <div class="line">To help me after? I will kiss thy lips;</div>
                     <div class="line">Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make die with a restorative.</div>
                     <p>Kisses him</p>
                     <div class="line">Thy lips are warm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Lead, boy: which way?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!</div>
                     <p>Snatching ROMEO's dagger</p>
                     <div class="line">This is thy sheath;</div>
                     <p>Stabs herself</p>
                     <div class="line">there rust, and let me die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies</p>
               <p>Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PAGE</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who here hath lain these two days buried.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets:</div>
                     <div class="line">Raise up the Montagues: some others search:</div>
                     <div class="line">We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;</div>
                     <div class="line">But the true ground of all these piteous woes</div>
                     <div class="line">We cannot without circumstance descry.</div>
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               </div>
               <p>Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Third Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps:</div>
                     <div class="line">We took this mattock and this spade from him,</div>
                     <div class="line">As he was coming from this churchyard side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">A great suspicion: stay the friar too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the PRINCE and Attendants</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">What misadventure is so early up,</div>
                     <div class="line">That calls our person from our morning's rest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">The people in the street cry Romeo,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run,</div>
                     <div class="line">With open outcry toward our monument.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">What fear is this which startles in our ears?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;</div>
                     <div class="line">And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,</div>
                     <div class="line">Warm and new kill'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Watchman</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;</div>
                     <div class="line">With instruments upon them, fit to open</div>
                     <div class="line">These dead men's tombs.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!</div>
                     <div class="line">This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house</div>
                     <div class="line">Is empty on the back of Montague,--</div>
                     <div class="line">And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O me! this sight of death is as a bell,</div>
                     <div class="line">That warns my old age to a sepulchre.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MONTAGUE and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, Montague; for thou art early up,</div>
                     <div class="line">To see thy son and heir more early down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;</div>
                     <div class="line">Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath:</div>
                     <div class="line">What further woe conspires against mine age?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Look, and thou shalt see.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">O thou untaught! what manners is in this?</div>
                     <div class="line">To press before thy father to a grave?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till we can clear these ambiguities,</div>
                     <div class="line">And know their spring, their head, their</div>
                     <div class="line">true descent;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then will I be general of your woes,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,</div>
                     <div class="line">And let mischance be slave to patience.</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring forth the parties of suspicion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">I am the greatest, able to do least,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet most suspected, as the time and place</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth make against me of this direful murder;</div>
                     <div class="line">And here I stand, both to impeach and purge</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself condemned and myself excused.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then say at once what thou dost know in this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FRIAR LAURENCE</div>
                     <div class="line">I will be brief, for my short date of breath</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not so long as is a tedious tale.</div>
                     <div class="line">Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:</div>
                     <div class="line">I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day</div>
                     <div class="line">Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death</div>
                     <div class="line">Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city,</div>
                     <div class="line">For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.</div>
                     <div class="line">You, to remove that siege of grief from her,</div>
                     <div class="line">Betroth'd and would have married her perforce</div>
                     <div class="line">To County Paris: then comes she to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean</div>
                     <div class="line">To rid her from this second marriage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or in my cell there would she kill herself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,</div>
                     <div class="line">A sleeping potion; which so took effect</div>
                     <div class="line">As I intended, for it wrought on her</div>
                     <div class="line">The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he should hither come as this dire night,</div>
                     <div class="line">To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being the time the potion's force should cease.</div>
                     <div class="line">But he which bore my letter, Friar John,</div>
                     <div class="line">Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight</div>
                     <div class="line">Return'd my letter back. Then all alone</div>
                     <div class="line">At the prefixed hour of her waking,</div>
                     <div class="line">Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;</div>
                     <div class="line">Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:</div>
                     <div class="line">But when I came, some minute ere the time</div>
                     <div class="line">Of her awaking, here untimely lay</div>
                     <div class="line">The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.</div>
                     <div class="line">She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,</div>
                     <div class="line">And bear this work of heaven with patience:</div>
                     <div class="line">But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;</div>
                     <div class="line">And she, too desperate, would not go with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">But, as it seems, did violence on herself.</div>
                     <div class="line">All this I know; and to the marriage</div>
                     <div class="line">Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this</div>
                     <div class="line">Miscarried by my fault, let my old life</div>
                     <div class="line">Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the rigour of severest law.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">We still have known thee for a holy man.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BALTHASAR</div>
                     <div class="line">I brought my master news of Juliet's death;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then in post he came from Mantua</div>
                     <div class="line">To this same place, to this same monument.</div>
                     <div class="line">This letter he early bid me give his father,</div>
                     <div class="line">And threatened me with death, going in the vault,</div>
                     <div class="line">I departed not and left him there.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me the letter; I will look on it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, what made your master in this place?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PAGE</div>
                     <div class="line">He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;</div>
                     <div class="line">And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;</div>
                     <div class="line">And by and by my master drew on him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then I ran away to call the watch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">This letter doth make good the friar's words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Their course of love, the tidings of her death:</div>
                     <div class="line">And here he writes that he did buy a poison</div>
                     <div class="line">Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal</div>
                     <div class="line">Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!</div>
                     <div class="line">See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,</div>
                     <div class="line">That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.</div>
                     <div class="line">And I for winking at your discords too</div>
                     <div class="line">Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">O brother Montague, give me thy hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">This is my daughter's jointure, for no more</div>
                     <div class="line">Can I demand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                     <div class="line">But I can give thee more:</div>
                     <div class="line">For I will raise her statue in pure gold;</div>
                     <div class="line">That while Verona by that name is known,</div>
                     <div class="line">There shall no figure at such rate be set</div>
                     <div class="line">As that of true and faithful Juliet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                     <div class="line">As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor sacrifices of our enmity!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                     <div class="line">A glooming peace this morning with it brings;</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:</div>
                     <div class="line">Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;</div>
                     <div class="line">Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:</div>
                     <div class="line">For never was a story of more woe</div>
                     <div class="line">Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.</div>
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            <h1>The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet</h1>
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            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
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                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE II.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE I.  A lane by the wall of Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.7">6. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.8">7. SCENE VI.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
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                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.6">5. SCENE V.  Capulet's orchard.</a>
                           </span>
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                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
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                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  Juliet's chamber.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  Mantua. A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  Friar Laurence's cell.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">ESCALUS, prince of Verona. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PARIS, a young nobleman, kinsman to the prince.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">MONTAGUE</span>
                              <span class="personname">CAPULET</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">heads of two houses at variance with each other.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">An old man, cousin to Capulet. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">ROMEO, son to Montague.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">MERCUTIO, kinsman to the prince, and friend to Romeo.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BENVOLIO, nephew to Montague, and friend to Romeo.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">TYBALT, nephew to Lady Capulet.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">FRIAR LAURENCE</span>
                              <span class="personname">FRIAR JOHN</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">Franciscans.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BALTHASAR, servant to Romeo.</span>
                  </p>
                  <table border="0" class="simplelist" summary="Simple list">
                     <tr>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">
                              <span class="personname">SAMPSON</span>
                              <span class="personname">GREGORY</span>
                           </span>
                        </td>
                        <td>
                           <span class="member">servants to Capulet.</span>
                        </td>
                     </tr>
                  </table>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">PETER, servant to Juliet's nurse.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">ABRAHAM, servant to Montague.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">An Apothecary. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Three Musicians.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Page to Paris; another Page; an officer.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LADY MONTAGUE, wife to Montague.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LADY CAPULET, wife to Capulet.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">JULIET, daughter to Capulet.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Nurse to Juliet. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Citizens of Verona; several Men and Women, relations to both houses; Maskers, Guards, Watchmen, and Attendants.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Chorus.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  Verona: Mantua.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. PROLOGUE</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE II.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE IV.  A street.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. PROLOGUE</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker"/>
                              <div class="line">Two households, both alike in dignity,</div>
                              <div class="line">In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,</div>
                              <div class="line">From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.</div>
                              <div class="line">From forth the fatal loins of these two foes</div>
                              <div class="line">A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whole misadventured piteous overthrows</div>
                              <div class="line">Do with their death bury their parents' strife.</div>
                              <div class="line">The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,</div>
                              <div class="line">And the continuance of their parents' rage,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;</div>
                              <div class="line">The which if you with patient ears attend,</div>
                              <div class="line">What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE I.  Verona. A public place.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet,
armed with swords and bucklers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">No, for then we should be colliers.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">I mean, an we be in choler, we'll draw.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">I strike quickly, being moved.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">But thou art not quickly moved to strike.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">A dog of the house of Montague moves me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand:</div>
                              <div class="line">therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will</div>
                              <div class="line">take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes</div>
                              <div class="line">to the wall.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels,</div>
                              <div class="line">are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push</div>
                              <div class="line">Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids</div>
                              <div class="line">to the wall.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">The quarrel is between our masters and us their men.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis all one, I will show myself a tyrant: when I</div>
                              <div class="line">have fought with the men, I will be cruel with the</div>
                              <div class="line">maids, and cut off their heads.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">The heads of the maids?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads;</div>
                              <div class="line">take it in what sense thou wilt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">They must take it in sense that feel it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and</div>
                              <div class="line">'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou</div>
                              <div class="line">hadst been poor John. Draw thy tool! here comes</div>
                              <div class="line">two of the house of the Montagues.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">How! turn thy back and run?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Fear me not.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">No, marry; I fear thee!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as</div>
                              <div class="line">they list.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;</div>
                              <div class="line">which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                              <div class="line">Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">I do bite my thumb, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                              <div class="line">Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Aside to GREGORY</span>  Is the law of our side, if I say</div>
                              <div class="line">ay?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">No.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I</div>
                              <div class="line">bite my thumb, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">Do you quarrel, sir?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                              <div class="line">Quarrel sir! no, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                              <div class="line">No better.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GREGORY</div>
                              <div class="line">Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Yes, better, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ABRAHAM</div>
                              <div class="line">You lie.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SAMPSON</div>
                              <div class="line">Draw, if you be men. Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>They fight</p>
                        <p>Enter BENVOLIO</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Part, fools!</div>
                              <div class="line">Put up your swords; you know not what you do.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Beats down their swords</p>
                        <p>Enter TYBALT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                              <div class="line">What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?</div>
                              <div class="line">Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or manage it to part these men with me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                              <div class="line">What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the word,</div>
                              <div class="line">As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Have at thee, coward!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>They fight</p>
                        <p>Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray;
then enter Citizens, with clubs</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Citizen</div>
                              <div class="line">Clubs, bills, and partisans! strike! beat them down!</div>
                              <div class="line">Down with the Capulets! down with the Montagues!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">A crutch, a crutch! why call you for a sword?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">My sword, I say! Old Montague is come,</div>
                              <div class="line">And flourishes his blade in spite of me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter PRINCE, with Attendants</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PRINCE</div>
                              <div class="line">Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--</div>
                              <div class="line">Will they not hear? What, ho! you men, you beasts,</div>
                              <div class="line">That quench the fire of your pernicious rage</div>
                              <div class="line">With purple fountains issuing from your veins,</div>
                              <div class="line">On pain of torture, from those bloody hands</div>
                              <div class="line">Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground,</div>
                              <div class="line">And hear the sentence of your moved prince.</div>
                              <div class="line">Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,</div>
                              <div class="line">By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,</div>
                              <div class="line">Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets,</div>
                              <div class="line">And made Verona's ancient citizens</div>
                              <div class="line">Cast by their grave beseeming ornaments,</div>
                              <div class="line">To wield old partisans, in hands as old,</div>
                              <div class="line">Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate:</div>
                              <div class="line">If ever you disturb our streets again,</div>
                              <div class="line">Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.</div>
                              <div class="line">For this time, all the rest depart away:</div>
                              <div class="line">You Capulet; shall go along with me:</div>
                              <div class="line">And, Montague, come you this afternoon,</div>
                              <div class="line">To know our further pleasure in this case,</div>
                              <div class="line">To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.</div>
                              <div class="line">Once more, on pain of death, all men depart.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach?</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Here were the servants of your adversary,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yours, close fighting ere I did approach:</div>
                              <div class="line">I drew to part them: in the instant came</div>
                              <div class="line">The fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepared,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,</div>
                              <div class="line">He swung about his head and cut the winds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn:</div>
                              <div class="line">While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,</div>
                              <div class="line">Came more and more and fought on part and part,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till the prince came, who parted either part.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?</div>
                              <div class="line">Right glad I am he was not at this fray.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, an hour before the worshipp'd sun</div>
                              <div class="line">Peer'd forth the golden window of the east,</div>
                              <div class="line">A troubled mind drave me to walk abroad;</div>
                              <div class="line">Where, underneath the grove of sycamore</div>
                              <div class="line">That westward rooteth from the city's side,</div>
                              <div class="line">So early walking did I see your son:</div>
                              <div class="line">Towards him I made, but he was ware of me</div>
                              <div class="line">And stole into the covert of the wood:</div>
                              <div class="line">I, measuring his affections by my own,</div>
                              <div class="line">That most are busied when they're most alone,</div>
                              <div class="line">Pursued my humour not pursuing his,</div>
                              <div class="line">And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">Many a morning hath he there been seen,</div>
                              <div class="line">With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.</div>
                              <div class="line">Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;</div>
                              <div class="line">But all so soon as the all-cheering sun</div>
                              <div class="line">Should in the furthest east begin to draw</div>
                              <div class="line">The shady curtains from Aurora's bed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Away from the light steals home my heavy son,</div>
                              <div class="line">And private in his chamber pens himself,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out</div>
                              <div class="line">And makes himself an artificial night:</div>
                              <div class="line">Black and portentous must this humour prove,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless good counsel may the cause remove.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">My noble uncle, do you know the cause?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">I neither know it nor can learn of him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Have you importuned him by any means?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">Both by myself and many other friends:</div>
                              <div class="line">But he, his own affections' counsellor,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is to himself--I will not say how true--</div>
                              <div class="line">But to himself so secret and so close,</div>
                              <div class="line">So far from sounding and discovery,</div>
                              <div class="line">As is the bud bit with an envious worm,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.</div>
                              <div class="line">Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.</div>
                              <div class="line">We would as willingly give cure as know.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter ROMEO</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">See, where he comes: so please you, step aside;</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MONTAGUE</div>
                              <div class="line">I would thou wert so happy by thy stay,</div>
                              <div class="line">To hear true shrift. Come, madam, let's away.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Good-morrow, cousin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Is the day so young?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">But new struck nine.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay me! sad hours seem long.</div>
                              <div class="line">Was that my father that went hence so fast?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Not having that, which, having, makes them short.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">In love?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Out--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Of love?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of her favour, where I am in love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,</div>
                              <div class="line">Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,</div>
                              <div class="line">Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will!</div>
                              <div class="line">Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all.</div>
                              <div class="line">Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate!</div>
                              <div class="line">O any thing, of nothing first create!</div>
                              <div class="line">O heavy lightness! serious vanity!</div>
                              <div class="line">Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms!</div>
                              <div class="line">Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire,</div>
                              <div class="line">sick health!</div>
                              <div class="line">Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!</div>
                              <div class="line">This love feel I, that feel no love in this.</div>
                              <div class="line">Dost thou not laugh?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">No, coz, I rather weep.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Good heart, at what?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">At thy good heart's oppression.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, such is love's transgression.</div>
                              <div class="line">Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest</div>
                              <div class="line">With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown</div>
                              <div class="line">Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.</div>
                              <div class="line">Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;</div>
                              <div class="line">Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;</div>
                              <div class="line">Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:</div>
                              <div class="line">What is it else? a madness most discreet,</div>
                              <div class="line">A choking gall and a preserving sweet.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my coz.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Soft! I will go along;</div>
                              <div class="line">An if you leave me so, you do me wrong.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, I have lost myself; I am not here;</div>
                              <div class="line">This is not Romeo, he's some other where.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Tell me in sadness, who is that you love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">What, shall I groan and tell thee?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Groan! why, no.</div>
                              <div class="line">But sadly tell me who.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Bid a sick man in sadness make his will:</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill!</div>
                              <div class="line">In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit</div>
                              <div class="line">With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">She will not stay the siege of loving terms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,</div>
                              <div class="line">That when she dies with beauty dies her store.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,</div>
                              <div class="line">For beauty starved with her severity</div>
                              <div class="line">Cuts beauty off from all posterity.</div>
                              <div class="line">She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,</div>
                              <div class="line">To merit bliss by making me despair:</div>
                              <div class="line">She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow</div>
                              <div class="line">Do I live dead that live to tell it now.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Be ruled by me, forget to think of her.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">O, teach me how I should forget to think.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">By giving liberty unto thine eyes;</div>
                              <div class="line">Examine other beauties.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis the way</div>
                              <div class="line">To call hers exquisite, in question more:</div>
                              <div class="line">These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows</div>
                              <div class="line">Being black put us in mind they hide the fair;</div>
                              <div class="line">He that is strucken blind cannot forget</div>
                              <div class="line">The precious treasure of his eyesight lost:</div>
                              <div class="line">Show me a mistress that is passing fair,</div>
                              <div class="line">What doth her beauty serve, but as a note</div>
                              <div class="line">Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE II.  A street.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and Servant</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">But Montague is bound as well as I,</div>
                              <div class="line">In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,</div>
                              <div class="line">For men so old as we to keep the peace.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Of honourable reckoning are you both;</div>
                              <div class="line">And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.</div>
                              <div class="line">But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">But saying o'er what I have said before:</div>
                              <div class="line">My child is yet a stranger in the world;</div>
                              <div class="line">She hath not seen the change of fourteen years,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let two more summers wither in their pride,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">PARIS</div>
                              <div class="line">Younger than she are happy mothers made.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">And too soon marr'd are those so early made.</div>
                              <div class="line">The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she,</div>
                              <div class="line">She is the hopeful lady of my earth:</div>
                              <div class="line">But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,</div>
                              <div class="line">My will to her consent is but a part;</div>
                              <div class="line">An she agree, within her scope of choice</div>
                              <div class="line">Lies my consent and fair according voice.</div>
                              <div class="line">This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whereto I have invited many a guest,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such as I love; and you, among the store,</div>
                              <div class="line">One more, most welcome, makes my number more.</div>
                              <div class="line">At my poor house look to behold this night</div>
                              <div class="line">Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:</div>
                              <div class="line">Such comfort as do lusty young men feel</div>
                              <div class="line">When well-apparell'd April on the heel</div>
                              <div class="line">Of limping winter treads, even such delight</div>
                              <div class="line">Among fresh female buds shall you this night</div>
                              <div class="line">Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,</div>
                              <div class="line">And like her most whose merit most shall be:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which on more view, of many mine being one</div>
                              <div class="line">May stand in number, though in reckoning none,</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, go with me.</div>
                              <p>To Servant, giving a paper</p>
                              <div class="line">Go, sirrah, trudge about</div>
                              <div class="line">Through fair Verona; find those persons out</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose names are written there, and to them say,</div>
                              <div class="line">My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Find them out whose names are written here! It is</div>
                              <div class="line">written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his</div>
                              <div class="line">yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with</div>
                              <div class="line">his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am</div>
                              <div class="line">sent to find those persons whose names are here</div>
                              <div class="line">writ, and can never find what names the writing</div>
                              <div class="line">person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter BENVOLIO and ROMEO</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,</div>
                              <div class="line">One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;</div>
                              <div class="line">Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;</div>
                              <div class="line">One desperate grief cures with another's languish:</div>
                              <div class="line">Take thou some new infection to thy eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">And the rank poison of the old will die.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">For what, I pray thee?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">For your broken shin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, Romeo, art thou mad?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;</div>
                              <div class="line">Shut up in prison, kept without my food,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I</div>
                              <div class="line">pray, can you read any thing you see?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, if I know the letters and the language.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Ye say honestly: rest you merry!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, fellow; I can read.</div>
                              <p>Reads</p>
                              <div class="line">'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;</div>
                              <div class="line">County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady</div>
                              <div class="line">widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely</div>
                              <div class="line">nieces; Mercutio and his brother Valentine; mine</div>
                              <div class="line">uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece</div>
                              <div class="line">Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin</div>
                              <div class="line">Tybalt, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair</div>
                              <div class="line">assembly: whither should they come?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Up.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Whither?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">To supper; to our house.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose house?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">My master's.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the</div>
                              <div class="line">great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house</div>
                              <div class="line">of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.</div>
                              <div class="line">Rest you merry!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">At this same ancient feast of Capulet's</div>
                              <div class="line">Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,</div>
                              <div class="line">With all the admired beauties of Verona:</div>
                              <div class="line">Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,</div>
                              <div class="line">Compare her face with some that I shall show,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">When the devout religion of mine eye</div>
                              <div class="line">Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;</div>
                              <div class="line">And these, who often drown'd could never die,</div>
                              <div class="line">Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!</div>
                              <div class="line">One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun</div>
                              <div class="line">Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,</div>
                              <div class="line">Herself poised with herself in either eye:</div>
                              <div class="line">But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd</div>
                              <div class="line">Your lady's love against some other maid</div>
                              <div class="line">That I will show you shining at this feast,</div>
                              <div class="line">And she shall scant show well that now shows best.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,</div>
                              <div class="line">But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE III.  A room in Capulet's house.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Nurse, where's my daughter? call her forth to me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by my maidenhead, at twelve year old,</div>
                              <div class="line">I bade her come. What, lamb! what, ladybird!</div>
                              <div class="line">God forbid! Where's this girl? What, Juliet!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter JULIET</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                              <div class="line">How now! who calls?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Your mother.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I am here.</div>
                              <div class="line">What is your will?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile,</div>
                              <div class="line">We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again;</div>
                              <div class="line">I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Faith, I can tell her age unto an hour.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">She's not fourteen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,--</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--</div>
                              <div class="line">She is not fourteen. How long is it now</div>
                              <div class="line">To Lammas-tide?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">A fortnight and odd days.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Even or odd, of all days in the year,</div>
                              <div class="line">Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen.</div>
                              <div class="line">Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--</div>
                              <div class="line">Were of an age: well, Susan is with God;</div>
                              <div class="line">She was too good for me: but, as I said,</div>
                              <div class="line">On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen;</div>
                              <div class="line">That shall she, marry; I remember it well.</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years;</div>
                              <div class="line">And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--</div>
                              <div class="line">Of all the days of the year, upon that day:</div>
                              <div class="line">For I had then laid wormwood to my dug,</div>
                              <div class="line">Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall;</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord and you were then at Mantua:--</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, I do bear a brain:--but, as I said,</div>
                              <div class="line">When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple</div>
                              <div class="line">Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool,</div>
                              <div class="line">To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug!</div>
                              <div class="line">Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow,</div>
                              <div class="line">To bid me trudge:</div>
                              <div class="line">And since that time it is eleven years;</div>
                              <div class="line">For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood,</div>
                              <div class="line">She could have run and waddled all about;</div>
                              <div class="line">For even the day before, she broke her brow:</div>
                              <div class="line">And then my husband--God be with his soul!</div>
                              <div class="line">A' was a merry man--took up the child:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;</div>
                              <div class="line">Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,</div>
                              <div class="line">The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'</div>
                              <div class="line">To see, now, how a jest shall come about!</div>
                              <div class="line">I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,</div>
                              <div class="line">I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' quoth he;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,</div>
                              <div class="line">To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet, I warrant, it had upon its brow</div>
                              <div class="line">A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone;</div>
                              <div class="line">A parlous knock; and it cried bitterly:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age;</div>
                              <div class="line">Wilt thou not, Jule?' it stinted and said 'Ay.'</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                              <div class="line">And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace, I have done. God mark thee to his grace!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed:</div>
                              <div class="line">An I might live to see thee married once,</div>
                              <div class="line">I have my wish.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Marry, that 'marry' is the very theme</div>
                              <div class="line">I came to talk of. Tell me, daughter Juliet,</div>
                              <div class="line">How stands your disposition to be married?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                              <div class="line">It is an honour that I dream not of.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">An honour! were not I thine only nurse,</div>
                              <div class="line">I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,</div>
                              <div class="line">Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,</div>
                              <div class="line">Are made already mothers: by my count,</div>
                              <div class="line">I was your mother much upon these years</div>
                              <div class="line">That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:</div>
                              <div class="line">The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">A man, young lady! lady, such a man</div>
                              <div class="line">As all the world--why, he's a man of wax.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Verona's summer hath not such a flower.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">What say you? can you love the gentleman?</div>
                              <div class="line">This night you shall behold him at our feast;</div>
                              <div class="line">Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face,</div>
                              <div class="line">And find delight writ there with beauty's pen;</div>
                              <div class="line">Examine every married lineament,</div>
                              <div class="line">And see how one another lends content</div>
                              <div class="line">And what obscured in this fair volume lies</div>
                              <div class="line">Find written in the margent of his eyes.</div>
                              <div class="line">This precious book of love, this unbound lover,</div>
                              <div class="line">To beautify him, only lacks a cover:</div>
                              <div class="line">The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride</div>
                              <div class="line">For fair without the fair within to hide:</div>
                              <div class="line">That book in many's eyes doth share the glory,</div>
                              <div class="line">That in gold clasps locks in the golden story;</div>
                              <div class="line">So shall you share all that he doth possess,</div>
                              <div class="line">By having him, making yourself no less.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JULIET</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll look to like, if looking liking move:</div>
                              <div class="line">But no more deep will I endart mine eye</div>
                              <div class="line">Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Servant</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you</div>
                              <div class="line">called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in</div>
                              <div class="line">the pantry, and every thing in extremity. I must</div>
                              <div class="line">hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">LADY CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">We follow thee.</div>
                              <p>Exit Servant</p>
                              <div class="line">Juliet, the county stays.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Nurse</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.6">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>5. SCENE IV.  A street.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six
Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or shall we on without a apology?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">The date is out of such prolixity:</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf,</div>
                              <div class="line">Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,</div>
                              <div class="line">Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke</div>
                              <div class="line">After the prompter, for our entrance:</div>
                              <div class="line">But let them measure us by what they will;</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling;</div>
                              <div class="line">Being but heavy, I will bear the light.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes</div>
                              <div class="line">With nimble soles: I have a soul of lead</div>
                              <div class="line">So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings,</div>
                              <div class="line">And soar with them above a common bound.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">I am too sore enpierced with his shaft</div>
                              <div class="line">To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,</div>
                              <div class="line">I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:</div>
                              <div class="line">Under love's heavy burden do I sink.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">And, to sink in it, should you burden love;</div>
                              <div class="line">Too great oppression for a tender thing.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,</div>
                              <div class="line">Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">If love be rough with you, be rough with love;</div>
                              <div class="line">Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me a case to put my visage in:</div>
                              <div class="line">A visor for a visor! what care I</div>
                              <div class="line">What curious eye doth quote deformities?</div>
                              <div class="line">Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in,</div>
                              <div class="line">But every man betake him to his legs.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">A torch for me: let wantons light of heart</div>
                              <div class="line">Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels,</div>
                              <div class="line">For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase;</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.</div>
                              <div class="line">The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire</div>
                              <div class="line">Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st</div>
                              <div class="line">Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, that's not so.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">I mean, sir, in delay</div>
                              <div class="line">We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.</div>
                              <div class="line">Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits</div>
                              <div class="line">Five times in that ere once in our five wits.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">And we mean well in going to this mask;</div>
                              <div class="line">But 'tis no wit to go.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, may one ask?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">I dream'd a dream to-night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">And so did I.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, what was yours?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">That dreamers often lie.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.</div>
                              <div class="line">She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes</div>
                              <div class="line">In shape no bigger than an agate-stone</div>
                              <div class="line">On the fore-finger of an alderman,</div>
                              <div class="line">Drawn with a team of little atomies</div>
                              <div class="line">Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;</div>
                              <div class="line">Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,</div>
                              <div class="line">The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,</div>
                              <div class="line">The traces of the smallest spider's web,</div>
                              <div class="line">The collars of the moonshine's watery beams,</div>
                              <div class="line">Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film,</div>
                              <div class="line">Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat,</div>
                              <div class="line">Not so big as a round little worm</div>
                              <div class="line">Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid;</div>
                              <div class="line">Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut</div>
                              <div class="line">Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub,</div>
                              <div class="line">Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.</div>
                              <div class="line">And in this state she gallops night by night</div>
                              <div class="line">Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love;</div>
                              <div class="line">O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose,</div>
                              <div class="line">And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;</div>
                              <div class="line">And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail</div>
                              <div class="line">Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then dreams, he of another benefice:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,</div>
                              <div class="line">And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon</div>
                              <div class="line">Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,</div>
                              <div class="line">And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two</div>
                              <div class="line">And sleeps again. This is that very Mab</div>
                              <div class="line">That plats the manes of horses in the night,</div>
                              <div class="line">And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:</div>
                              <div class="line">This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,</div>
                              <div class="line">That presses them and learns them first to bear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Making them women of good carriage:</div>
                              <div class="line">This is she--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace!</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou talk'st of nothing.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MERCUTIO</div>
                              <div class="line">True, I talk of dreams,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which are the children of an idle brain,</div>
                              <div class="line">Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which is as thin of substance as the air</div>
                              <div class="line">And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes</div>
                              <div class="line">Even now the frozen bosom of the north,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves;</div>
                              <div class="line">Supper is done, and we shall come too late.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">I fear, too early: for my mind misgives</div>
                              <div class="line">Some consequence yet hanging in the stars</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall bitterly begin his fearful date</div>
                              <div class="line">With this night's revels and expire the term</div>
                              <div class="line">Of a despised life closed in my breast</div>
                              <div class="line">By some vile forfeit of untimely death.</div>
                              <div class="line">But He, that hath the steerage of my course,</div>
                              <div class="line">Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BENVOLIO</div>
                              <div class="line">Strike, drum.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
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                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.7">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>6. SCENE V.  A hall in Capulet's house.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Musicians waiting. Enter Servingmen with napkins</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He</div>
                              <div class="line">shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's</div>
                              <div class="line">hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Away with the joint-stools, remove the</div>
                              <div class="line">court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save</div>
                              <div class="line">me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let</div>
                              <div class="line">the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.</div>
                              <div class="line">Antony, and Potpan!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, boy, ready.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">You are looked for and called for, asked for and</div>
                              <div class="line">sought for, in the great chamber.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be</div>
                              <div class="line">brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house,
meeting the Guests and Maskers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes</div>
                              <div class="line">Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all</div>
                              <div class="line">Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty,</div>
                              <div class="line">She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?</div>
                              <div class="line">Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day</div>
                              <div class="line">That I have worn a visor and could tell</div>
                              <div class="line">A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone:</div>
                              <div class="line">You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play.</div>
                              <div class="line">A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.</div>
                              <p>Music plays, and they dance</p>
                              <div class="line">More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up,</div>
                              <div class="line">And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet;</div>
                              <div class="line">For you and I are past our dancing days:</div>
                              <div class="line">How long is't now since last yourself and I</div>
                              <div class="line">Were in a mask?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Capulet</div>
                              <div class="line">By'r lady, thirty years.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,</div>
                              <div class="line">Come pentecost as quickly as it will,</div>
                              <div class="line">Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Capulet</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir;</div>
                              <div class="line">His son is thirty.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Will you tell me that?</div>
                              <div class="line">His son was but a ward two years ago.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>To a Servingman</span>  What lady is that, which doth</div>
                              <div class="line">enrich the hand</div>
                              <div class="line">Of yonder knight?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not, sir.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ROMEO</div>
                              <div class="line">O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!</div>
                              <div class="line">It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night</div>
                              <div class="line">Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;</div>
                              <div class="line">Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!</div>
                              <div class="line">So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,</div>
                              <div class="line">As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.</div>
                              <div class="line">The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,</div>
                              <div class="line">And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.</div>
                              <div class="line">Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!</div>
                              <div class="line">For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                              <div class="line">This, by his voice, should be a Montague.</div>
                              <div class="line">Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither, cover'd with an antic face,</div>
                              <div class="line">To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by the stock and honour of my kin,</div>
                              <div class="line">To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, how now, kinsman! wherefore storm you so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                              <div class="line">Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe,</div>
                              <div class="line">A villain that is hither come in spite,</div>
                              <div class="line">To scorn at our solemnity this night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Young Romeo is it?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TYBALT</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis he, that villain Romeo.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CAPULET</div>
                              <div class="line">Content thee, gentle coz, let him alone;</div>
                              <div class="line">He bears him like a portly gentleman;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, to say truth, Verona brags of him</div>
                              <div class="line">To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth:</div>
                              <div class="line">I would not for the wealth of all the town</div>
                              <div class="line">Here in my house do him disparagement:</div>
                              <div