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Romeo and Juliet

Act II, Scene 2

Capulet's orchard.
 
ROMEO
           ,          ,           ,       ,        ,
      He jests | at scars | that nev|er felt | a wound,
            ,           ,              ,       ,         ,
      But soft,| what light | through yond|er wind|ow breaks?
          ,         ,         ,   2   ,        ,
      It is | the east,| and Jul|iet is | the sun.
         ,      T   T   .    T         ,   2     ,
      Arise | fair sun and kill | the en|vious moon,
           ,      ,       ,          ,           ,
      Who is | alrea|dy sick | and pale | with grief,
             ,          ,         ,           ,          ,
      That thou | her maid | art far | more fair | than she:
          ,          ,      ,             ,    ,
      Be not | her maid | since she | is en|vious,
            ,      ,   2   ,         ,          ,
      Her vest|al liv|ery is | but sick | and green,
            ,          ,          ,          ,        ,
      And none | but fools | do wear | it, cast | it off:
       ,        ,    ,     ,      ,       ,        ,        ,
      It is my lady, O it is my love, O that she knew she were,  ????
             ,                 ,   ,          ,         ,
      She speaks,| yet she / says noth|ing, what | of that?
           ,         ,       ,         ,       ,
      Her eye | discours|es, I | will ans|wer it:
              ,    ,          ,        ,          ,
      I am / too bold | 'tis not | to me | she speaks:
       ,             ,        ,         ,           x
      Two of | the fair|est stars | in all | the heaven,
       ,             ,         ,       ,           ,
      Having | some bus|iness do | entreat | her eyes,
           ,       ,            ,             ,        ,
      To twink|le in | their spheres | till they | return.
        ,             ,           ,       ,             ,
      What if | her eyes | were there,| they in | her head,
             ,         ,         ,             ,             ,
      The bright|ness of | her cheek | would shame | those stars,
          ,    T     T  .   T         ,          x
      As day|light doth a lamp,| her eye | in heaven,
               ,           ,     ,         ,          ,
      Would through | the air|y reg|ion stream | so bright,
             ,             ,          ,          ,          ,
      That birds | would sing,| and think | it were | not^night:
       ,              ,           ,       ,          ,
      See how | she leans | her cheek | upon | her hand.
      ,            ,        ,       ,           ,
      O that | I were | a glove | upon | that hand,
           ,           ,            ,
      That I | might touch | that cheek.
 
JULIET
                                               ,
                                         Aye* me.
 
ROMEO
                                                        ,
                                                 She speaks.
           ,     .  T     T    T       ,          ,
      Oh speak | again bright ang|el, for | thou art
           ,   2    ,          ,       2    ,         ,
      As glor|ious to | this night | being ore | my head,
          ,       ,      ,      ,          x
      As is | a wing|ed mes|senger | of heaven
       ,  2        T    T   T      ,           ,
      Unto the | white upturned | wonder|ing eyes
          ,         ,      T    T   .   T        ,
      Of mort|als that | fall back to gaze | on him,
            ,        ,           ,     ,          ,
      When he | bestrides | the la|zy puf|fing clouds,
            ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
      And sails | upon | the bos|om of | the air.
 
JULIET
         ,  2    ,  2     ,         ,          ,   2   o ->
      O Rom|eo, Rom|eo, where|fore art | thou Ro||meo?
         ,        ,     3   3    ,          ,
      Deny | thy fath|er and refuse | thy name;
          ,                ,    ,         ,          ,
      Or if | thou wilt / not, be | but sworn | my love,
            ,        ,       ,      ,    ,
      And I'll | no long|er be | a Cap|ulet.
 
ROMEO
            ,     T    T    .   T         ,          ,
      Shall I | hear more, or shall | I speak | at this?
 
JULIET
            ,          ,          ,       ,   ,
      'Tis but | thy name | that is | my en|emy:
            ,         ,            ,       ,     ,
      Thou art | thyself,| though not | a Mont|ague,
               ,    ,        ,         ,          ,
      What's^Mont|ague?| It is | nor hand | nor foot,
           ,          ,        ,    ,        ,
      Nor arm,| nor face,| nor an|y oth|er part
          ,       ,      ,       ,         ,       ,
      Belong|ing to | a man.| O be | some^oth|er name.
        ,            ,           ,          ,        ,
      What? In | a name | that which | we call | a rose,
         ,    ,        ,            ,          ,
      By an|y oth|er word | would smell | as sweet,
          ,  2    ,           ,        ,  2     ,
      So Rom|eo would,| were he | not Rom|eo called,
          ,           ,        ,         ,          ,
      Retain | that dear | perfec|tion which | he owes,
           ,          ,      ,  2     ,          ,
      Without | that tit|le Rom|eo, doff | thy name,
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      And for | that name | which is | no part | of thee,
            ,        ,
      Take^all | myself.
 
ROMEO
                             ,          ,         ,
                         I take | thee at | thy word:
        ,    2        ,           ,        T   T   T
      Call me but | love, and | I'll be | new baptized,
             ,        ,       ,        ,   ,
      Henceforth | I nev|er will | be Rom|eo.
 
JULIET
            ,          ,           ,          ,            ,
      What man | art thou,| that thus | bescreened | in night
            ,         ,        ,
      So* stum|blest on | my couns|el?
 
ROMEO
                                         ,       ,
                                        By | a name,
          ,     T   T   .   T          ,       ,
      I know | not how to tell | thee who | I am:
           ,            ,          ,       ,       ,
      My name | dear* saint,| is hate|ful to | myself,
          ,         ,       ,   ,        ,
      Because | it is | an en|emy | to thee,
          ,        ,       ,           ,          ,
      Had I | it writ|ten, I | would tear | the word.
 
JULIET
           ,          ,          ,        ,         ,
      My ears | have not | yet^drunk | a hund|red words
                   ,      ,    2     ,        ,          ,
      Of that / tongue's ut|tering, yet | I know | the sound.
            ,         ,   2   ,        ,    ,
      Art thou | not Rom|eo, and | a Mont|ague?
 
ROMEO
       ,          T    T    .   T       ,         ,
      Neither | fair maid, if eith|er thee | dislike.
 
JULIET
            ,            ,
      How camst | thou hith|er,
                                  ,                ,    ,
                                Tell | me, and / wherefore?
            ,        ,           ,          ,         ,
      The orch|ard walls | are high,| and hard | to climb,
                  ,     ,         ,    2    ,          ,
      And the / place death,| consid|ering who | thou art,
         ,     ,        ,        ,           ,
      If an|y of | my kins|men find | thee here.
 
ROMEO
              ,       ,     ,
      With love's | light wings /
                                                 ,             ,
                                  Did I | ore* perch | these^walls,
           ,      ,       ,        ,          ,
      For sto|ny lim|its can|not hold | love^out,
       ,           ,         ,           T     T  .   T
      And what | love can | do, that | dares love attempt:
        ,               ,       ,         ,        ,
      Therefore | thy kins|men are | no stop | to me.
 
JULIET
           ,        ,            ,          ,        ,
      If they | do see | thee, they | will murd|er thee.
 
ROMEO
         ,            ,      ,   ,                 ,
      Alack | there lies | more per/il in | thine^eye,
             ,      ,            ,            ,          ,
      Than twen|ty of | their swords,| look^thou | but sweet,
          ,        ,         ,            ,    ,
      And I | am proof | against | their en|mity.
 
JULIET
          ,      ,              ,           ,           ,
      I would | not for | the world | they saw | thee here.
 
ROMEO
      .   T     T      T          ,         ,            ,
      I have night's cloak | to hide | me from | their eyes
           ,           ,         ,           ,         ,
      And but | thou love | me, let | them find | me here,
           ,          ,       ,      ,           ,
      My life | were bet|ter end|ed by | their hate,
             ,          ,       ,       ,         ,
      Than death | prorogu|ed want|ing of | thy love.
 
JULIET
           ,        ,          ,            ,           ,
      By whose | direc|tion foundst | thou out | this place?
 
ROMEO
           ,           ,            ,         ,       ,
      By love | that first | did prompt | me to | inquire,
           ,         ,             ,   ,          ,
      He lent | me couns|el, and / I lent | him eyes,
         ,       ,       ,           ,        ,
      I am | no pil|ot, yet | wert thou | as far
                  ,    ,        ,                ,        ,
      As that / vast shore | washed with | the farth|est sea,
          ,        ,               ,    ,       ,
      I would | adven|ture for / such merch|andise.
 
JULIET
              ,           ,         ,         ,        ,
      Thou knowst | the mask | of night | is on | my face,
        ,             ,        ,         ,          ,
      Else would | a maid|en blush | bepaint | my cheek,
            ,            ,           ,          ,         ,
      For that | which thou | hast heard | me speak | tonight,
        ,              ,          ,      T     T    . T
      Fain would | I dwell | on form,| fain, fain, deny
           ,          ,           ,        ,       ,
      What I | have spoke,| but fare|well comp|liment,
        ,           ,           ,           ,         ,
      Dost thou | love me?| I know | thou wilt | say aye,
          ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      And I | will take | thy word,| yet if | thou swearst,
             ,       T     T     .  T         ,     ,
      Thou mayst | prove false: at lov|ers' perj|uries
                   ,     ,        ,       ,   ,
      They say / Jove laughs,| O gent|le Rom|eo,
           ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      If thou | dost love,| pronounce | it faith|fully:
          ,           ,         ,         ,       ,
      Or if | thou thinkst | I am | too quick|ly won,
             ,          ,        ,          ,          ,
      I'll frown | and be | perverse,| and say | thee nay,
           ,          ,          ,     ,              ,
      So thou | wilt woo:| but else | not for | the world.
           ,             ,    ,       ,         ,
      In truth | fair* Mont|ague | I am | too fond:
            ,          ,            ,       2   ,        ,
      And there|fore thou | mayst^think | my behav|ior light,
            ,         ,      ,           ,             ,
      But trust | me gent|leman,| I'll prove | more* true,
             ,            ,          ,        ,         ,
      Than those | that have | more cun|ning to | be strange,
           ,                   ,     ,         ,          ,
      I should | have been / more strange,| I must | confess,
            ,          ,      ,          ,         ,
      But that | thou ov|erheardst | ere I | was ware
           ,       ,    ,                ,    ,
      My true | love's pas/sion, there|fore pard/on me,
           ,        ,           ,              ,     ,
      And not | impute | this yield|ing to / light love,
                    ,    ,           ,       ,     ,
      Which the / dark night | hath so | discov|ered.
 
ROMEO
       ,         ,        ,        ,       ,
      Lady,| by yond|er bles|sed moon | I vow,
             ,            x      ,            T     T    T
      That tips | with silver | all these | fruit-tree tops.
 
JULIET
          ,      ,             ,       2   ,          ,
      O swear | not by | the moon,| the inconst|ant moon,
             ,        ,       ,         ,       ,
      That month|ly chang|es in | her circ|led orb,
        ,               ,      T     T   T     ,  3 3
      Lest that | thy love | prove likewise | variable.
 
ROMEO
             ,         ,
      What shall | I swear | by?
 
JULIET
                                  ,         ,         ,
                                 Do | not swear | at all:
          ,          ,      ,             ,          ,
      Or if | thou wilt | swear by | thy gra|cious self,
        ,             ,        ,     ,    ,
      Which is | the god | of my | idol|atry,
            ,        ,       ,
      And I'll | believe | thee.
 
ROMEO
                                   2        T      T    T
                                 If my | heart's dear love.
 
JULIET
            ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      Well do | not swear,| although | I joy | in thee:
          ,        ,               ,   ,         ,
      I have | no joy | of this / contract | tonight,
        2    ,      ,          ,     ,           ,
      It is too | rash, too | unad|vised, too | sudden,
       T    T   .    T          ,            ,         ,
      Too like the light|ning which | doth cease | to be
           ,         ,         ,          ,            ,
      Ere one | can say,| it light|ens, Sweet | good night:
            ,         ,        ,         ,   2       ,
      This bud | of love | by sum|mer's rip|ening breath,
            ,         ,    2      x            ,         ,
      May prove | a beaut|eous flower | when next | we meet:
             ,            ,          ,         ,          ,
      Good night,| good night,| as sweet | repose | and rest,
        ,             ,          ,        ,          ,
      Come to | thy heart,| as that | within | my breast.
 
ROMEO
          ,           ,         ,      ,      ,
      O wilt | thou leave | me so | unsat|isfied?
 
JULIET
            ,     ,         ,            ,        ,
      What sat|isfac|tion canst | thou have | tonight?
 
ROMEO
         2     ,      .  T     T     T        ,          ,
      The exchange | of thy love's faith|ful vow | for mine.
 
JULIET
          ,           ,        ,           ,            x
      I gave | thee mine | before | thou didst | request it:
           ,        ,          ,         ,       ,
      And yet | I would | it were | to give | again.
 
ROMEO
                ,          ,
      Wouldst thou | withdraw | it,
                                     ,          ,         ,
                                    For | what pur|pose love?
 
JULIET
           ,        ,           ,         ,       ,
      But to | be frank | and give | it thee | again,
           ,        ,         ,          ,         ,
      And yet | I wish | but for | the thing | I have,
           ,      ,        ,         ,        ,
      My boun|ty is | as bound|less as | the sea,
           ,         ,          ,        ,         ,
      My love | as deep,| the more | I give | to thee
            ,        ,          ,         ,     ,
      The more | I have,| for both | are in|finite:
 
[Nurse calls within]
          ,           ,         ,      T    T  .  T
      I hear | some noise | within | dear love adieu:
        ,           ,              ,     ,         ,
      Anon | good^nurse, | sweet* Mont|ague | be true:
        ,           ,       ,          ,       ,
      Stay but | a lit|tle, I | will come | again.
 
ROMEO
          ,        ,        ,        ,      ,
      O bles|sed bles|sed night,| I am | afeard
       ,           ,      T    T   .  T        ,
      Being | in night,| all this is but | a dream,
            ,    2      ,         ,        ,     ,
      Too flat|tering sweet | to be | substan|tial.
 
JULIET
        T     T     T     , 2
      Three words dear | Romeo,
                                   2       ,         ,
                                And good night | indeed.
           ,          ,         ,        ,   2  ,
      If that | thy bent | of love | be hon|orable,
           ,        ,           ,         ,         x
      Thy pur|pose mar|riage, send | me word | tomorrow,
          ,           ,         ,         ,         ,
      By one | that I'll | procure | to come | to thee,
        ,                ,           ,         ,          ,
      Where and | what^time | thou wilt | perform | the rite,
           ,        ,         ,         ,          ,
      And all | my for|tunes at | thy foot | I'll lay,
           ,        ,         ,            ,          ,
      And fol|low thee | my lord | throughout | the world.
 
NURSE
Madam. \\
 
JULIET
          ,      ,         ,           ,            ,
      I come,| anon:| But if | thou meanst | not* well,
         ,       ,
      I do | beseech | thee
 
NURSE
                             .     ->
                            Mad||am.
 
JULIET
        ,        ,       ,
      (By | and by | I come)  (tri with prev)
           ,           ,          ,         ,        ,
      To cease | thy suit,| and leave | me to | my grief,
         ,        ,        ,
      Tomor|row will | I send.
 
ROMEO
                                    ,          ,
                              So thrive | my soul.
 
JULIET
          ,         ,            ,
      A thous|and times | good night.  \\
 
[Exit, above]
 
ROMEO
          ,         ,           ,          ,          ,
      A thous|and times | the worse | to want | thy light.
        T    T     T       ,          ,          ,           ___
      Love goes toward | love as | schoolboys^|from their | books
            ,      T    T      T        ,           ,       ___
      But love | from love, toward | school with | heavy | looks.  (hex with prev)
 
[Retiring. Enter JULIET, above]
 
JULIET
            ,   2   ,    ,          ,    2       ,
      Hist^Rom|eo hist:| O for | a fal|coner's voice,
           ,          ,       ,        ,       ,
      To lure | this tas|sel gent|le back | again,
       ,              ,          ,          ,        ,
      Bondage | is hoarse,| and may | not speak | aloud,
        ,              ,          ,          ,       ,
      Else would | I tear | the cave | where E|cho lies,
            ,         ,       ,       T     T      T
      And make | her ai|ry tongue | more hoarse, then
            ,    ,       ,       ,   ,
      With rep|eti|tion of | my Rom|eo.
 
ROMEO
          ,        ,           ,       ,         ,
      It is | my soul | that calls | upon | my name,
             x       T      T    T          ,           ,
      How silver | sweet, sound lov|ers' tongues | by night,
            ,        ,      ,      ,         ,
      Like^sof|test mus|ic to | attend|ing ears.  ??
 
JULIET
       , 2
      Romeo.
 
ROMEO
                 ,
            My Niece.
 
JULIET
                      ,       ,       ,
                    What o'|clock to|morrow
        ,         ,         ,
      Shall I | send to | thee?
 
ROMEO
                                          ,         ,
                               By | the hour | of nine.
 
JULIET
                ,    ,           ,       ,            ,
      I will / not fail,| 'tis twen|ty years | till then,
          ,        ,        ,         ,           ,
      I have | forgot | why I | did call | thee back.
 
ROMEO
                 ,     ,           ,       ,       ,
      Let me / stand here | till thou | remem|ber it.
 
JULIET
          ,         ,         ,           ,       ,
      I shall | forget,| to have | thee still | stand there,
         ,     2    ,        ,         ,     ,
      Remem|bering how | I love | thy comp|any.
 
ROMEO
       .    T    T     T         ,           ,         ,
      And I'll still stay,| to have | thee still | forget,
          ,       ,    ,        ,          ,
      Forget|ting an|y oth|er home | but this.
 
JULIET
            ,       ,        ,           ,           ,
      'Tis al|most morn|ing, I | would have | thee gone,
           ,        ,         ,       ,          ,
      And yet | no furth|er than | a want|on's bird,
            ,        ,       ,        ,          ,
      Who lets | it hop | a lit|tle from | her hand,
        T  .   T   T     2   ,         ,        ,
      Like a poor pris|oner in | his twist|ed gyves,
       ,      2      T     T      T          ,       ,
      And with a | silk thread plucks | it back | again,
          ,       ,        ,        ,     ,
      So lov|ing-jeal|ous of | his lib|erty.
 
ROMEO
          ,         ,          ,
      I would | I were | thy bird.
 
JULIET
                                    ,              ,
                                  Sweet so | would I.
          ,            ,                  ,    ,      ,
      Yet I | should kill | thee with / much cher|ishing:
             ,            ,
      Good^night,| good^night.
                                 ,    2       T    T    T      o
                               Parting is | such sweet sor|row,
           ,          ,           ,           ,       ,       o
      That I | shall say | good night,| till^it | be mor|row.   (hex with prev)
 
ROMEO
        T     T   . T            ,      ,               ,
      Sleep dwell upon | thine^eyes,| peace in | thy breast.
            ,          ,           ,          ,          ,
      Would I | were sleep | and peace | so sweet | to rest,
              ,       ,        ,       ,          ,
      Hence^will | I to | my ghost|ly fath|er's cell,
            ,         ,                ,   ,         ,
      His help | to crave,| and my / dear hap | to tell.
 
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