Romeo and Juliet Page #5

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cracked your peace of mind?

- What blaggard would this be?

- None I would name...

...nor let their name

be spoken in this house.

Cousin, I love thee.

Tybalt, I know it.

Your honor is as dear

to me as life.

(SIGHS)

And with that warming thought,

I'll take my leave.

- (OWL HOOTING)

- (DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

MERCUTIO:
Romeo?

BENVOLIO:
Romeo!

Can I go home

when all my heart is here?

BENVOLIO:
Cousin Romeo?

MERCUTIO:
Romeo?

Should I go home

when all my heart is here?

- BENVOLIO:
Romeo!

- (MERCUTIO LAUGHS)

MERCUTIO:
Romeo?

Romeo?

Cousin Romeo?

He is wise, and on my life,

has stolen home to bed.

He ran this way.

(SIGHS) I know

he's jumped the wall.

Let's call him,

good Mercutio.

Romeo?

Suitor!

Madman!

He jests at scars

that never felt a wound.

But soft, what light through

yonder window breaks?

It is the east,

and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun

and kill the envious moon

who's already sick

and pale with grief

that thou, her maid,

are far more fair than she.

(BIRD SINGING)

Wait...

...it is my lady.

Oh, it is my love.

Oh, that she knew she were.

The brightness of her cheek

would shame the stars

as daylight doth a lamp.

Her eyes set in heaven

would give forth such light

that birds would sing

and think it were not night.

See how she leans her

cheek upon her hand.

Oh, that I were a glove

upon that hand

that I might touch

that cheek.

Ah, me.

She speaks.

Oh, speak again,

bright angel.

Oh, Romeo, Romeo,

where for art thou,

Romeo?

Deny thy father

and refuse thy name,

or if thou wilt not,

but be sworn my love,

and I'll no longer be

a Capulet.

Shall I hear more

or shall I speak at this?

'Tis but thy name

that is my enemy.

You'd be yourself

if you were not called Montague.

What's in a name?

That which we call a rose by any

other name would smell as sweet.

So Romeo would.

Romeo, cast off thy name,

and for that name,

which is no part of you,

take all of me.

- I take you at your word.

- (GASPS)

Call me your love, and I'll be

new baptized henceforth.

- I never will be Romeo.

- What man are you

that hides within the shadows

of the night to spy on me?

I know not how to

tell you who I am.

My name, dear saint,

is hateful to myself

because it is an enemy to you.

I have not heard you

speak a hundred words,

yet I do know the sound

of that sweet voice.

Are you not Romeo

and a Montague?

Neither, dear love,

if either you dislike.

Why have you come?

This place is death if any

of my kinsmen find you here.

With love's light wings

did I o'er perch these walls...

...for stony limits

cannot hold love out,

and what love can do,

that dares love attempt.

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