Romeo and Juliet Page #4

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in my house.

I'll not endure it.

You will endure it,

for I say you will.

Am I master here or you?

You'll make a mutiny

among the guests.

You will set cock-a-hoop,

you'll be the man!

- Uncle, 'tis a shame!

- Go to, go to.

You shall contrary me.

You are a princox, go.

Good my lord husband,

why are you so hot?

He may be hot,

but I am hotter still

to see a Montague

at leisure here.

MASTER OF CEREMONIES:

The Morisca!

Morisca?

Why, what a perfect

dance for our amusement.

To find the dance

that's fit for Romeo,

we first need to put

a rope around his neck.

Nay, cousin, come,

tread a length with me,

and I shall coax you

into company.

Lead her, gentle nephew,

in a country dance

that we may see your

anger is forsworn.

(SCOFFS)

If you so order, Uncle,

but be warned,

this foul invasion,

that you think so sweet,

shall turn to bitter gall

before the end.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYS)

(PANTING SOFTLY)

Speak, sir.

You are too grave for one

who cuts a country dance.

If I profane with

my own worthiest hand

this holy shrine...

...my lips,

two blushing pilgrims,

ready stand to smooth that rough

touch with a tender kiss.

(SIGHS)

Good pilgrim,

you do wrong your hand too much.

Which mannerly devotion

shows in this,

for saints have hands

that pilgrim's hands do touch,

palm to palm

is holy palmers' kiss.

Have saints not lips,

and holy palmers, too?

Aye, pilgrim, lips that

they must use in prayer.

Oh, then, dear saint,

let lips do what hands do.

They pray,

grant thou, lest faith

turn to despair.

Saints do not move,

though grant for prayers' sake.

Then move not...

...while my prayers'

effect I take.

Thus from my lips,

by yours, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin

that they have took.

Sin from my lips?

Oh, trespass sweetly urged.

Give me my sin again.

You kiss by the book.

Madam... your mother

craves a word with you.

Who is her mother?

Her mother is

the lady of the house.

- You mean she's a Capulet?

- She is.

And I tell you,

he that can lay hold of Juliet

shall have the chinks.

Oh, my dear God.

My life is my foe's debt.

(GRUNTS)

Know you the man

my cousin has made welcome?

Nay, but he would seem

a goodly youth.

Goodly and deadly.

He is Romeo,

- hope of the House of Montague.

- (GASPS)

Come hither, Nurse.

Who is that gentleman

going through the door?

His name is Romeo

and a Montague.

The only son

of your great enemy.

My only love sprung

from my only hate.

To early seen unknown

and known too late.

What's this? What's this?

It's nothing.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

A somber face

to wear after a ball.

If I am young,

must I always be glad?

No blaggard then, has

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