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◈ The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet (로미오와 줄리엣) ◈

◇ Act IV ◇

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 1. Act IV, Scene 1
 2. Act IV, Scene 2
 3. Act IV, Scene 3
 4. Act IV, Scene 4
 5. Act IV, Scene 5

1. Act IV, Scene 1

0 Friar Laurence’s cell.
 
1 [Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS]
 
2 Friar Laurence.
3       On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
4 Paris.
5       My father Capulet will have it so;
6       And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
7 Friar Laurence.
8       You say you do not know the lady's mind:
9       Uneven is the course, I like it not.
10 Paris.
11       Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
12       And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
13       For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
14       Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
15       That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
16       And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
17       To stop the inundation of her tears;
18       Which, too much minded by herself alone,
19       May be put from her by society:
20       Now do you know the reason of this haste.
21 Friar Laurence.
22       [Aside]I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
23       Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
 
24 [Enter JULIET]
 
25 Paris.
26       Happily met, my lady and my wife!
27 Juliet.
28       That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
29 Paris.
30       That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
31 Juliet.
32       What must be shall be.
33 Friar Laurence.
34       That's a certain text.
35 Paris.
36       Come you to make confession to this father?
37 Juliet.
38       To answer that, I should confess to you.
39 Paris.
40       Do not deny to him that you love me.
41 Juliet.
42       I will confess to you that I love him.
43 Paris.
44       So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
45 Juliet.
46       If I do so, it will be of more price,
47       Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
48 Paris.
49       Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
50 Juliet.
51       The tears have got small victory by that;
52       For it was bad enough before their spite.
53 Paris.
54       Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
55 Juliet.
56       That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
57       And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
58 Paris.
59       Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
60 Juliet.
61       It may be so, for it is not mine own.
62       Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
63       Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
64 Friar Laurence.
65       My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
66       My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
67 Paris.
68       God shield I should disturb devotion!
69       Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
70       Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
 
71 [Exit]
 
72 Juliet.
73       O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
74       Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
75 Friar Laurence.
76       Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
77       It strains me past the compass of my wits:
78       I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
79       On Thursday next be married to this county.
80 Juliet.
81       Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
82       Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
83       If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
84       Do thou but call my resolution wise,
85       And with this knife I'll help it presently.
86       God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
87       And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
88       Shall be the label to another deed,
89       Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
90       Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
91       Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
92       Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
93       'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
94       Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
95       Which the commission of thy years and art
96       Could to no issue of true honour bring.
97       Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
98       If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
99 Friar Laurence.
100       Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
101       Which craves as desperate an execution.
102       As that is desperate which we would prevent.
103       If, rather than to marry County Paris,
104       Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
105       Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
106       A thing like death to chide away this shame,
107       That copest with death himself to scape from it:
108       And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
109 Juliet.
110       O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
111       From off the battlements of yonder tower;
112       Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
113       Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
114       Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
115       O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
116       With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
117       Or bid me go into a new-made grave
118       And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
119       Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
120       And I will do it without fear or doubt,
121       To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
122 Friar Laurence.
123       Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
124       To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
125       To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
126       Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
127       Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
128       And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
129       When presently through all thy veins shall run
130       A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
131       Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
132       No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
133       The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
134       To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
135       Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
136       Each part, deprived of supple government,
137       Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
138       And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
139       Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
140       And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
141       Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
142       To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
143       Then, as the manner of our country is,
144       In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
145       Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
146       Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
147       In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
148       Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
149       And hither shall he come: and he and I
150       Will watch thy waking, and that very night
151       Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
152       And this shall free thee from this present shame;
153       If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
154       Abate thy valour in the acting it.
155 Juliet.
156       Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
157 Friar Laurence.
158       Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
159       In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
160       To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
161 Juliet.
162       Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
163       Farewell, dear father!
 
164 [Exeunt]
 

2. Act IV, Scene 2

0 Hall in Capulet’s house.
 
1 [Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen]
 
2 Capulet.
3       So many guests invite as here are writ.
4       [Exit First Servant]
5       Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
6 Second Servant.
7       You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
8       can lick their fingers.
9 Capulet.
10       How canst thou try them so?
11 Second Servant.
12       Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
13       own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
14       fingers goes not with me.
15 Capulet.
16       Go, be gone.
17       [Exit Second Servant]
18       We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
19       What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
20 Nurse.
21       Ay, forsooth.
22 Capulet.
23       Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
24       A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
25 Nurse.
26       See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
 
27 [Enter JULIET]
 
28 Capulet.
29       How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
30 Juliet.
31       Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
32       Of disobedient opposition
33       To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
34       By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
35       And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
36       Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
37 Capulet.
38       Send for the county; go tell him of this:
39       I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
40 Juliet.
41       I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
42       And gave him what becomed love I might,
43       Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
44 Capulet.
45       Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
46       This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
47       Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
48       Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
49       Our whole city is much bound to him.
50 Juliet.
51       Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
52       To help me sort such needful ornaments
53       As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
54 Lady Capulet.
55       No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
56 Capulet.
57       Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
 
58 [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse]
 
59 Lady Capulet.
60       We shall be short in our provision:
61       'Tis now near night.
62 Capulet.
63       Tush, I will stir about,
64       And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
65       Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
66       I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
67       I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
68       They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
69       To County Paris, to prepare him up
70       Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
71       Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
 
72 [Exeunt]
 

3. Act IV, Scene 3

0 Juliet’s chamber.
 
1 [Enter JULIET and Nurse]
 
2 Juliet.
3       Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
4       I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,
5       For I have need of many orisons
6       To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
7       Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
 
8 [Enter LADY CAPULET]
 
9 Lady Capulet.
10       What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
11 Juliet.
12       No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
13       As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
14       So please you, let me now be left alone,
15       And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
16       For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
17       In this so sudden business.
18 Lady Capulet.
19       Good night:
20       Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
 
21 [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
 
22 Juliet.
23       Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
24       I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
25       That almost freezes up the heat of life:
26       I'll call them back again to comfort me:
27       Nurse! What should she do here?
28       My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
29       Come, vial.
30       What if this mixture do not work at all?
31       Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
32       No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
33       [Laying down her dagger]
34       What if it be a poison, which the friar
35       Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
36       Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
37       Because he married me before to Romeo?
38       I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
39       For he hath still been tried a holy man.
40       How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
41       I wake before the time that Romeo
42       Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
43       Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
44       To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
45       And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
46       Or, if I live, is it not very like,
47       The horrible conceit of death and night,
48       Together with the terror of the place,—
49       As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
50       Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
51       Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
52       Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
53       Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
54       At some hours in the night spirits resort;—
55       Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
56       So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
57       And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
58       That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:—
59       O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
60       Environed with all these hideous fears?
61       And madly play with my forefather's joints?
62       And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
63       And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
64       As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
65       O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
66       Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
67       Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
68       Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
 
69 [She falls upon her bed, within the curtains]
 

4. Act IV, Scene 4

0 Hall in Capulet’s house.
 
1 [Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
 
2 Lady Capulet.
3       Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
4 Nurse.
5       They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
 
6 [Enter CAPULET]
 
7 Capulet.
8       Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
9       The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
10       Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
11       Spare not for the cost.
12 Nurse.
13       Go, you cot-quean, go,
14       Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
15       For this night's watching.
16 Capulet.
17       No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
18       All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
19 Lady Capulet.
20       Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
21       But I will watch you from such watching now.
 
22 [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
 
23 Capulet.
24       A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
 
25 [Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets]
 
26 Capulet.
27       Now, fellow,
28       What's there?
29 First Servant.
30       Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
31 Capulet.
32       Make haste, make haste.
33       [Exit First Servant]
34       Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
35       Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
36 Second Servant.
37       I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
38       And never trouble Peter for the matter.
 
39 [Exit]
 
40 Capulet.
41       Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
42       Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
43       The county will be here with music straight,
44       For so he said he would: I hear him near.
45       [Music within]
46       Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
47       [Re-enter Nurse]
48       Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
49       I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
50       Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
51       Make haste, I say.
 
52 [Exeunt]
 

5. Act IV, Scene 5

0 Juliet’s chamber.
 
1 [Enter Nurse]
 
2 Nurse.
3       Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
4       Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
5       Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
6       What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
7       Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
8       The County Paris hath set up his rest,
9       That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
10       Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
11       I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
12       Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
13       He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
14       [Undraws the curtains]
15       What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
16       I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
17       Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
18       O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
19       Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
 
20 [Enter LADY CAPULET]
 
21 Lady Capulet.
22       What noise is here?
23 Nurse.
24       O lamentable day!
25 Lady Capulet.
26       What is the matter?
27 Nurse.
28       Look, look! O heavy day!
29 Lady Capulet.
30       O me, O me! My child, my only life,
31       Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
32       Help, help! Call help.
 
33 [Enter CAPULET]
 
34 Capulet.
35       For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
36 Nurse.
37       She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
38 Lady Capulet.
39       Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
40 Capulet.
41       Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
42       Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
43       Life and these lips have long been separated:
44       Death lies on her like an untimely frost
45       Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
46 Nurse.
47       O lamentable day!
48 Lady Capulet.
49       O woful time!
50 Capulet.
51       Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
52       Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
 
53 [Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians]
 
54 Friar Laurence.
55       Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
56 Capulet.
57       Ready to go, but never to return.
58       O son! the night before thy wedding-day
59       Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
60       Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
61       Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
62       My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
63       And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
64 Paris.
65       Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
66       And doth it give me such a sight as this?
67 Lady Capulet.
68       Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
69       Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
70       In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
71       But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
72       But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
73       And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
74 Nurse.
75       O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
76       Most lamentable day, most woful day,
77       That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
78       O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
79       Never was seen so black a day as this:
80       O woful day, O woful day!
81 Paris.
82       Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
83       Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
84       By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
85       O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
86 Capulet.
87       Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
88       Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
89       To murder, murder our solemnity?
90       O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
91       Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
92       And with my child my joys are buried.
93 Friar Laurence.
94       Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
95       In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
96       Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
97       And all the better is it for the maid:
98       Your part in her you could not keep from death,
99       But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
100       The most you sought was her promotion;
101       For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
102       And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
103       Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
104       O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
105       That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
106       She's not well married that lives married long;
107       But she's best married that dies married young.
108       Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
109       On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
110       In all her best array bear her to church:
111       For though fond nature bids us an lament,
112       Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
113 Capulet.
114       All things that we ordained festival,
115       Turn from their office to black funeral;
116       Our instruments to melancholy bells,
117       Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
118       Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
119       Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
120       And all things change them to the contrary.
121 Friar Laurence.
122       Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
123       And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
124       To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
125       The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
126       Move them no more by crossing their high will.
 
127 [Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE]
 
128 First Musician.
129       Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
130 Nurse.
131       Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
132       For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
 
133 [Exit]
 
134 First Musician.
135       Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
 
136 [Enter PETER]
 
137 Peter.
138       Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
139       ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
 
140 First Musician.
141       Why 'Heart's ease?'
142 Peter.
143       O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
144       heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
145       to comfort me.
146 First Musician.
147       Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
148 Peter.
149       You will not, then?
150 First Musician.
151       No.
152 Peter.
153       I will then give it you soundly.
154 First Musician.
155       What will you give us?
156 Peter.
157       No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
158       I will give you the minstrel.
159 First Musician.
160       Then I will give you the serving-creature.
161 Peter.
162       Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
163       your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
164       I'll fa you; do you note me?
165 First Musician.
166       An you re us and fa us, you note us.
167 Second Musician.
168       Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
169 Peter.
170       Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
171       with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
172       me like men:
173       'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
174       And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
175       Then music with her silver sound'—
176       why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
177       sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
178 First Musician.
179       Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
180 Peter.
181       Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
182 Second Musician.
183       I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
184 Peter.
185       Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
186 Third Musician.
187       Faith, I know not what to say.
188 Peter.
189       O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
190       for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
191       because musicians have no gold for sounding:
192       'Then music with her silver sound
193       With speedy help doth lend redress.'
 
194 [Exit]
 
195 First Musician.
196       What a pestilent knave is this same!
197 Second Musician.
198       Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
199       mourners, and stay dinner.
 
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