Romeo + Juliet

Anchor Woman:

Two households both alike in dignity in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. A pair of star crossed lovers take their life. Whose misadventured piteous overthrows doth with their death. Bury their parents strife. The fearful passage of their death marked love, And the continuance of their parents rage. Which but their children's end not could remove, Is now the two hours traffic of our stage.

Male Narration:

Two households both alike in dignity in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, A pair of star crossed lovers take their life.

Gregory:

A dog of the house of Capulet moves me !

Go rot!

Benvolio:

The quarrel is between our masters.

Gregory:

And us their men.

Samson:

Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. And I am a pretty piece of flesh, I am a pretty piece of Flesh! Here comes of the house of Capulet!

Gregory:

Quarrel, I will back thee.

Abraham:

Boo! Ah, ha ha. Ooh. Boo! Ha ha ha. Boo! Ha ha ha.

Samson:

I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Gregory:

Go forth I will back thee.

Abraham:

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Samson:

I do bite my thumb, sir!

Abraham:

Do you bite your thumb at us? Sir.

Samson:

[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law on our side, if I say ay?

Gregory:

No!

Samson:

No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.

Gregory:

Do you quarrel, sir?

Abraham:

Quarrel sir! no, sir.

Samson:

But if you do, sir, I am for you. I serve as good a man as you.

Abraham:

No better?

Sampson:

Uh? Uh?

Gregory:

Here comes our kinsmen say better!

Sampson:

Yes, sir better.

Abraham:

You lie. Draw, if you be men.

Benvolio:

Part, fools! you know not what you do. Put up your swords.

Tybalt:

What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.

Benvolio:

I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword. Or manage it to part these men with me.

Tybalt:

Peace. Peace? I hate the word, As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Boy:

Bang Bang! Bang Bang!

Tybalt:

Bang.

Sampson:

Come forth. Come!

Female Announcer:

From Ancient bloods break new mutiny...

Montague:

Give me my long sword, ho!

Lady Montague:

Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.

Prince:

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace. Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands. Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground! Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word, By thee, old Capulet, and Montague, Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets, If ever you disturb our streets again, Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

Lady Montague:

O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

Benvolio:

Madam, underneath a grove of sycamore so early walking did I see your son.

Montague:

Many a morning hath he there been seen. With tears augmenting the fresh mornings dew.

Lady Montague:

Away from the light steals home my heavy son. And private in his chamber pens himself. Shuts up his windows, locks there daylight out. And makes himself an artificial night.

Romeo:

Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate, O anything of nothing first create. heavy lightness. Serious vanity. Misshapen chaos of well seeming forms.

Montague:

Black and portentous must this humor prove. Unless good counsel may the cause remove.

Benvolio:

So please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied.

Montague:

Come, madam, let's away.

Benvolio:

Good-morrow, cousin.

Romeo:

Is the day so young?

Benvolio:

But new struck cuz.

Romeo:

Ay me! Sad hours seem long. Was that my father that went hence so fast?

Benvolio:

It was. What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Romeo:

Not having that, which, having, makes them short.

Benvolio:

In love?

Romeo:

Out--

Benvolio:

Of love?

Romeo:

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Benvolio:

Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

Romeo:

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! Where shall we dine? O me! What fray was here?

Benvolio:

Cuz I-

Romeo:

Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love! O loving hate! O any thing, of nothing first create! O heavy lightness! Serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead--

[BENVOLIO Snickers]

Romeo:

Dost thou not laugh?

Benvolio:

No, cuz, I rather weep.

Romeo:

Good heart, at what?

Benvolio:

At thy good heart's oppression.

Romeo:

Farewell, my cuz.

Benvolio:

Soft! I will go along; And if you leave me so, you do me wrong.

Capulet:

But Montague is bound as well as I, In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think, For men as old as we to keep the peace.

Paris:

Of honorable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?

Capulet:

But saying o'er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Paris:

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Capulet:

And too soon marr'd are those so early made. This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, At my poor house look to behold this night. Fresh female buds that make dark heaven light. Hear all, all see, And like her most marr'd most shall be. Come, go with me.

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