Romeo And Juliet: Act Ii

Front 1

Nay, I'll conjure too.
7 Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover!
8 Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh!
9 Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied;

Back 1

Mercutio

Front 2

I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes,
18 By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
19 By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh
20 And the demesnes that there adjacent lie,
21 That in thy likeness thou appear to us!

Back 2

Mercutio

Front 3

Come, he hath hid himself among these trees,
To be consorted with the humorous night.
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.

Back 3

Benvolio

Front 4

If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Now will he sit under a medlar tree,
And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit

Back 4

Mercutio

Front 5

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Back 5

Romeo

Front 6

But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?...It is the sun...O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Back 6

Romeo

Front 7

O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head

Back 7

Romeo

Front 8

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

Back 8

Juliet

Front 9

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!

Back 9

Juliet

Front 10

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of the

Back 10

Juliet

Front 11

Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized.

Back 11

Romeo

Front 12

My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound

Back 12

Juliet

Front 13

Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike...With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me...By love, who first did prompt me to inquire.

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Romeo

Front 14

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight
Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment.
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'
And I will take thy word.

Back 14

Juliet

Front 15

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

Back 15

Juliet

Front 16

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
And yet I would it were to give again.

Back 16

Juliet

Front 17

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Back 17

Romeo

Front 18

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Back 18

Romeo

Front 19

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton's bird.
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves

Back 19

Juliet

Front 20

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequ'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light...And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent...And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

Back 20

Friar lawrence

Front 21

Thou art uproused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right:
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight

Back 21

Friar Lawrence

Front 22

With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

Back 22

Romeo

Front 23

I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me

Back 23

Romeo

Front 24

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Back 24

Friar Lawrence

Front 25

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear...Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then.
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

Back 25

Friar lawrence

Front 26

I pray thee, chide not. She whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
The other did not so.

Back 26

Romeo

Front 27

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Back 27

Friar lawrence

Front 28

Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?

Back 28

Mercutio

Front 29

Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Back 29

Mercutio

Front 30

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house

Back 30

Benvolio

Front 31

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.
And yet I would it were to give again.

Back 31

Juliet

Front 32

O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard.
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering sweet to be substantial.

Back 32

Romeo

Front 33

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.
Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from
their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.

Back 33

Romeo

Front 34

'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone.
And yet no further than a wanton's bird.
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves

Back 34

Juliet

Front 35

The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Chequ'ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light...And from her womb children of divers kind
We sucking on her natural bosom find,
Many for many virtues excellent...And where the worser is predominant,
Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.

Back 35

Friar lawrence

Front 36

Thou art uproused by some distemperature;
Or if not so, then here I hit it right:
Our Romeo hath not been in bed tonight

Back 36

Friar Lawrence

Front 37

With Rosaline, my ghostly father? No,
I have forgot that name, and that name's woe.

Back 37

Romeo

Front 38

I have been feasting with mine enemy,
Where on a sudden one hath wounded me

Back 38

Romeo

Front 39

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.
Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.

Back 39

Friar Lawrence

Front 40

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!
Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear...Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline.
And art thou changed? Pronounce this sentence then.
Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.

Back 40

Friar lawrence

Front 41

I pray thee, chide not. She whom I love now
Doth grace for grace and love for love allow.
The other did not so.

Back 41

Romeo

Front 42

Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast.

Back 42

Friar lawrence

Front 43

Where the devil should this Romeo be?
Came he not home tonight?

Back 43

Mercutio

Front 44

Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline.
Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.

Back 44

Mercutio

Front 45

Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet,
Hath sent a letter to his father's house

Back 45

Benvolio

Front 46

More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is
the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as
you sing pricksong, keeps time, distance, and
proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and
the third in your bosom; the very butcher of a silk

Back 46

Mercutio

Front 47

Good Peter, to hide her face; for her fan's the
fairer face.

Back 47

Mercutio

Front 48

One, gentlewoman, that God hath made for himself to
mar.

Back 48

Romeo

Front 49

An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him
down, an a were lustier than he is, and twenty such
Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.
Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-jills; I am
none of his skeans-mates. And thou must stand by
too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure?

Back 49

Nurse

Front 50

I saw no man use you at his pleasure

Back 50

Peter

Front 51

The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse.
In half an hour she promised to return.

Back 51

Juliet

Front 52

I am a-weary, give me leave awhile:
Fie, how my bones ache! What a jaunt have I had!

Back 52

Nurse

Front 53

Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell.
There stays a husband to make you a wife.
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,
They'll be in scarlet straight at any news.

Back 53

Nurse

Front 54

These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness

Back 54

Friar lawrence

Front 55

Come, come with me, and we will make short work,
For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone
Till holy church incorporate two in one.

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Friar lawrence