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... that, marry, is the very theme I came to talk of.

Tell me, daughter Juliet,

how stands your dispositions to be married?

It is an honor that I dream not of.

Oh! An honor?

Were not I thine only nurse,

I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.

Well, think of marriage now.

Younger than you, here in Verona,

ladies of esteem are made already mothers.

[bell rings]

♪

Thus then in brief...

Madam! The guests are come. Supper served up.

You called, my young lady asked for,

the nurse cursed in the pantry,

and everything in extremity.

I must hence to wait.

I beseech you, follow straight.

We follow thee.

♪

[flag rustles in the wind]

...5, 6, 7, 8,

9, 10, 11, 12...

Good morrow, Romeo.

Is the day so young?

But new struck nine.

Ay me Benvolio sad hours seem more.

What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours?

Not having that which having makes them short.

In love?

Out.

Of love.

Out of her favor where I am in love.

Tell me in sadness, who is't you love?

What, shall I groan and tell thee?

Groan?

Why no, but sadly, tell me who.

In sadness, Benvolio, I do love...a woman.

I aimed so near when I supposed you loved.

Oh, right good markman. And she is fair, I love.

A right fair mark, fair Coz, is soonest hit.

Well, in that hit, you miss.

She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow.

She hath foresworn to love, and in that vow

do I live dead that live to tell it now.

Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget.

I'll teach you, or else die in debt.

Mark time. March!

Left, right, left, right, left right, left, set...

Halt!

Dress right... Dress!

Ready.

Front!

Now, listen up!

For those of you who did not qualify

for the land navigation exercises

and are remaining here on campus,

you will be under the command of Cadet Moreno and myself.

There will be no officers or faculty on campus

for the next four days.

We will follow our regular schedule without variation...

Class work, homework, physical fitness.

Now, we are all McKinley Military Academy cadets,

which means we will maintain the highest standards of neatness,

promptness, orderliness,

and military bearing at all times.

And no trouble. Understood?

(All) Yes, sir.

Dismiss!

Cadet Neff.

Take our good meaning,

for our judgment sits five times in that,

'er once in our five wits.

I didn't say to stop.

And we mean well in going to this mask,

but 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dreamt a dream tonight.

And so did I.

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie.

In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true.

Oh. And I say Queen Mab hath been with you--

[bell rings]

- She is the fairy's midwife-- - Cadets dismissed!

What lady's that

which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?

I know not, sir.

Oh. She doth teach the torches to burn bright.

Read.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

- Juliet. - Beauty too rich for use...

... for earth to...

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows

as yonder lady or her fellow shows.

Josh!

Cadets! No running in the hall!

Yes, sir.

Whoo!

♪

Hey.

Hey.

Where you goin'?

Glenn!

What's goin' on?

Hey.

[Taps plays in distance]

♪

Hey.

[sighs]

Hey.

Hey.

Gus.

Hey.

Gus...

You think I'm gonna get into West Point?

Ugh...

You really think so?

You ask me every day.

Feel this.

I'm up to 130.

Can I go back to sleep now?

[Reveille plays]

♪

Cadet Singleton.

Yes, sir.

Hurry up and shower. You've been late for inspection.

Yes, sir.

Dismissed.

♪

[Reveille stops]

♪

Right... Face!

Left... Face!

About... Face!

Omar!

Shit.

- Cadet Madsen. - Yep.

Now, by my maiden head, at 12 year old,

I bade her, come.

What lamb, what ladybird?

Where is this girl? What Juliet?

What lamb? What ladybird?

Where is this girl? What Juliet?

What Juliet?

How now? Who calls?

What...lamb?

What...ladybird?

What Juliet?

♪

[Taps quietly plays]

Ahh. We mean well in going to this mask,

but 'tis no wit to go.

Why, may one ask?

I dreamt... I dreamt a dream tonight.

So did I.

Well, what was yours?

That dreamers often lie.

In bed, asleep, while they do dream things true.

And I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

She's the fairy's midwife,

and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone,

on the forefinger of an alderman,

drawn with a team of little atomies,

over men's noses as they lie asleep.

Her chariot is an empty hazelnut.

Her wagon spokes of long spinners' legs,

the cover of the wings of grasshoppers.

Her traces of the smallest spider web.

Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film.

A driver... a small, gray-coated gnat,

not half so big as a... round little worm,

plucked from the lazy finger of a maid.

And in this state she gallops, night by night,

through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love.

Over ladies' lips who straight on kisses dream,

which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,

because their breaths with sweet meats tainted are.

Sometimes she driveth over a soldier's neck,

and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,

of breaches ambuscados,

Spanish blades, of...healths,

five fathom deep,

And then anon, she drums in his ear

at which he starts and wakes.

And being thus frightened...

swears a prayer or two, and sleeps again.

Peace. Peace. Thou talkst of nothing.

I talk of dreams.

Which are the children of an idle brain,

begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

Which are as thin a substance as the air

and more inconstant than the wind.

This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves.

Come. Knock and enter.

Supper is done, and we shall come too late.

[rock music plays]

♪

♪ I love to stare at you ♪

♪ From across the room ♪

This is gonna be awesome.

Welcome, gentlemen!

Hey! How ya doin?

Ladies who have your toes unplagued with corns

will walk about with you.

A hall, a hall, give room, and foot it girls.

She that makes dainty, she I'll swear have corns.

Gentle Romeo, we must have you to dance.

Oh, not I. Believe me.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles

and I have a soul of lead,

so stakes me to the ground I can-not move.

You are a lover.

Borrow cupid's wings and soar with them above a common bound.

I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar.

Under love's heavy burden do I sink.

And to sink in it, should you burden love.

Too great oppression for such a tender thing.

Is love a tender thing?

It is too rough, too rude, too...boisterous.

And it pricks like thorn.

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Prick love for pricking.

And you beat love down.

What lady's that,

which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?

I know not.

Ah, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night

as a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.

Beauty...too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows

as yonder lay o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done,

I'll watch her place of stand and...touching hers,

make blessed my rude hand.

Did my heart love 'til now?

Forswear it sight,

for I ne'er saw true beauty 'til this night.

What?

There's a slave come hither covered with an antic face

to flare and scorn at our solemnity.

Why...how now?

Wherefore storm you so?

This is our foe.

That villain, Romeo.

Take no note of him.

Show a fair presence and put off these frowns.

An ill-beseemingemblance for a feast.

I'll not endure him.

He shall be endured.

Am I not the master here? Or you?

Go to.

Go to.

Why... 'tis a shame.

Be quiet.

Or for shame, I'll make you quiet.

It's cool.

I like your kicks, man. Those are nice.

Thanks.

What is that?

Is that, like, a...

Oh, that's the Live Strong thing.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - That's cool.

I like that a lot.

And what's this, the...right...

Oh.

If I profane with my unworthiest hand

this holy shrine,

the gentle sin is this.

My lips two blushing pilgrims ready stand,

to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

Hey.

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much.

Which mannerly devotion shows in this.

For saints have hands that... pilgrims hands do touch.

And, uh...

palm to palm, is holy palmer's kiss.

Have not saints...lips?

And holy palmers too?

Aye, pilgrim.

Lips that they must use in prayer.

Why, 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 prayer's sake.

Then move not, while my prayers effect, I take.

I will withdraw.

But this intrusion shall, now seeming sweet,

convert to bitterest gall.

Thus from my lips by thine, my sin is purged.

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

Sin from my lips?

Trespass sweetly urged.

Give me my sin again.

Thee makes my flesh tremble in the different greening.

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

Come.

Let's away.

Romeo, away.

Be gone.

Gone. The sport is at the best.

Ay, Benvolio, so I fear. The more is my unrest.

Ah! Romeo!

My cousin, Romeo?

He is wise, Benvolio.

And on mlife, hath stolen him home to bed.

He ran this way.

Call, goodercutio.

Nay.

I'll conjure him to.

Romeo!

Humors!

Madman.

Lover.

Passion!

Romeo!

Romeo.

Romeo, RomeoRomeo, Romeo.

Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh.

Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied.

And if he hear thee, thou will anger him.

This can not anger him.

My invocation is fair and honest.

Come.

He hath hid himself among these trees

to be consorted with the humorous night.

Blind is hisove,

and best befits the dark.

If love be blind,

it can not hit the mark.

Romeo, good night.

I'll to my bed.

This field is too cold for me to sleep.

Go, then.

For 'tis in vain tseek him here that means not to be found.

♪

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

But soft.

Whatight through yonder window breaks?

It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

who is already sick and pale with grief

that thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.

[door creaks]

O, Romeo.

Romeo. Wherefore art thou, Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name.

What's in name?

That which we call a rose,

by any other word would smell as sweet.

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,

retain that dear perfection,

which he owns without that title.

O, Romeodoff thy name,

and for thy name, which is no... a part of thee, take all myself.

[door slams]

I take thee at thy word.

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

Henceforth, I never will be Romeo.

What man art thou, that thus bescreened in night,

so stumblest on my counsel?

By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am.

My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,

because it is an enemy to thee.

My ears have yet not drunk a hundred words

of thy tongue's uttering,

yet I know the sound.

Art thou not Romeo,

and a Montague?

Neither, if either thee dislike.

How camest thou hither?

Tell me. And wherefore?

The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,

and the place...

death, considering who thou art,

if any of my kinsmen find thee 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.

Therefore,hy kinsmen are no stop to me.

If they do see thee, they will murder thee.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye

than twenty of their swords.

Look thou but sweet,

and I am proof against their enmity.

Thou knowest the mask of nighis on my face,

else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek,

for that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.

O, gentle Romeo,

if thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.

Or ithou thinkest I am too quickly won,

I'll frown, and be perverse,

and say thee nay, so thou wilt woo.

If my heart's dear love...

Oh, do not swear.

Although Ioin thee,

I have no joy in this contract tonight.

It is too rash, too... unadvised, too sudden.

Oh!

Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

What satisfaction canst thouave tonight?

The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

I gave thee mine before thou didst request it.

And yet I would it were to give again.

Woudst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?

But to be frank, and give it thee again.

And yet, I wish but for the thing I have.

My bountis as boundless as the sea.

My love is deep.

The more I give to thee, the more I have.

For both are infinite.

[door opens]

Juliet.

[door closes]

Anon, good nurse!

Three words, dear Romeo.

And good night, indeed.

If that thy bent of love be honorable,

thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow by one

that I'll procure to come to thee,

where and what time thou wilt perform the rite.

And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,

and follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

[door opens] Madam?

I come anon!

[door closes]

But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech the...

[door opens] Madam!

By and by, I come! [door closes]

To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief...

[soft laughing]

Tomorrow will I send.

So thrive my soul.

A thousand times, good night.

A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.

Oh, love goes towards love like schoolboys from their books,

but love from love,

towards school with heavyooks.

What o'clock tomorrow shall I send to thee?

By the hour of nine.

I will not fail.

'Tis twentyears 'til then.

Parting is such sweet sorrow

that Ihall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.

Sleep, dwell upon thine eyes.

Peace in thy breast.

Oh...

Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.

[giggling]

♪ Follow me

♪ To the shipwreck shores of a dark and strange country ♪

♪ I was born

♪ A stranger thinkin' out loud in a foreign tongue ♪

♪ I was out of place

♪ I was lookin' all around

♪ Just a'tryin' to find a friendly face ♪

♪ But they're all gone

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Who left me all alone in this town? ♪

♪ And a busted heart

♪ Is a welcome friend

♪ And when that heart leaves

♪ What will you do then?

♪ And if I cry

♪ Is that a sin?

♪

♪ And the wisdom is a whisper ♪

♪ That I'm tryin' to understand ♪

♪ What I say

♪ What I think

♪ Where I sleep

♪ When I breathe

♪ What I do with my hands ♪

♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ A lotta people everyday who will surely drown ♪

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Did you ever think?

♪ Who left me all alone in this town? ♪

♪

[struggling, grunting]

[knocking noises]

Here at the McKinley Military Academy,

we strive to develop young men with good character,

to cultivate the traits of honor, duty,

respect and pride.

Now, to accomplish that,

the academy follows a military system

in which discipline is cornerstone.

Any cadet who violates regulations or commits offenses

against good order and discipline must be punished,

appropriately and justly.

You will all receive one demerit.

Get yourselves to the mess for breakfast.

Company dismissed.

Carlos!

You take care of Neff.

Pick up the pace, Cadet Neff.

Good morrow, Friar Lawrence.

Good morrow, Friar Lawrence.

What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?

Young son, it argues a distempered head

so soon to bid good morrow to thy bed.

Or, if not so, then here I hit it right.

Our Romeo hath not seen his bed tonight.

That last is true.

The sweeter rest was mine.

That's my good son.

Where hast thou been, then?

I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again.

I...have been feasting with mine enemy,

where on a sudden one

hath wounded me, that's by me wounded.

Both our remedies within thy help and holy physic lies.

Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift.

Riddling confession finds but riddlinghrift.

Plainly, no.

My heart's dear love is set...

on the fair daughter of rich Capulet.

As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine.

And all combined... by holy marriage.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here.

- Pray thee, chide me not. - Come.

Young waverer, come.

Go with me.

In one respect, I'll thy assistant be.

For this alliance may so happy prove

to turn your household's rancor to pure love.

Let us hence. I stand on sudden haste.

Wisely and slowly.

They stumble that run fast.

Where the devil should thiRomeo be?

Came he not home tonight?

Came he not home tonight?

No...

He didn't come home.

Where the devil should this Romeo be?

Here comes Romeo.

Senor Romeo, bonjour!

There's a French salutation for your French slop.

You gave us thcounterfeit fairly last night.

Good morrow to you, Mercutio, Benvolio.

What counterfeit did I give you?

The slip, sir...

The slip.

Can you not conceive?

Pardon, good Mercutio. My business was great.

And in such a case as mine, a man may strain courtesy.

That's to say, such a man as you

must constrain himself to bow in the hams.

Meaning, to curtsy?

Thou hast most kindly hit it.

A most courteous exposition.

Nay.

I am the very pink of courtesy.

Pink for flower?

Right.

Why then, is my pump well flowered.

Ah.

Why, is not this better now than groaning for love?

Now,hou art sociable.

Now thou art Romeo.

Now art thou what thou art.

By art, as well as by nature.

God ye good morning, gentlemen.

God you good evening, fair gentlewoman.

Is it good evening?

'Tis no less, for the body hand of the dial

is now upon the prick of noon.

Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Out upon you! What man are you?

One, good nurse, that God hath made himself to mar.

By my troth, very well-said.

For himself to mar.

[mocking laugh]

Sir, I desire some confidenceith you.

She will invite him to some supper.

Romeo, will you come?

- We'll to dinner, thither. - I will follow you.

Farewell, ancient lady.

Lady.

Lady.

Lady!

I pray you, sir, what saucy man was this

that was so full of his roguery?

A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk.

Who will speak more in a minute

than he will stand to in a month.

And he speak anything against me, I'll take him down

And he were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks.

And if I cannot, I'll find those that shall.

Scurvy knave.

Pray, sir, a word.

My young lady bid me inquire you out.

What she bade me say, I'll keep to myself.

But first let me say,

if you should lead her into a fool's paradise, as they say,

it were a very gross kind of behavior...

as they say.

The gentlewoman is young, and therefore, if...

if you should deal double with her, truly,

it were a very ill thing to boffered

to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing.

Bid her devise some means

to come to shrift this afternoon.

And there she shall, at Friar Lawrence cell,

be shrived and married.

This afternoon.

Well...

She shall be there.

Farewell.

Be trusty, and I'll reward thy pains.

God in heaven bless thee.

Farewell.

Commend me to thy mistress.

Aye. A thousand times.

Cadet Singleton, Madsen.

Hey, Ken. Carlos.

Too busy to work out today, cadets?

Come on.

Since you didn't get your exercise in this period,

why don't you both drop and give me 40?

- Yes, sir. - 40? I can't. I have to go...

Fifty for you, Omar.

Shit.

And when you're done, Cadet Madsen,

give me five tours around the track.

Physical fitness is an important component

of a cadet's education and training.

Yes, sir!

The clock struck nine when I didend the nurse.

In half an hour, she promised to return.

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill

of this day's journey,

and from nine till twelve is three long hours.

She's not come.

[door opens]

Oh, honenurse, what news?

Hast thou met with him?

Oh, Lord. Why lookest thou sad?

I'm weary.

Give me a leavawhile.

Fie, how my bones ache?

I would thou had my bones and I thy news.

Speak! Speak.

Oh, what haste.

Can you not stay awhile?

Do you not see that I'm out of breath?

How are thou out of breath whenhou has breath

to say to me that thou are out of breath?

Is thy news good or bad? Answer to that.

Oh Lord, how my head aches.

And what a head have I.

It beats ait would fall in twenty pieces.

Ah! My back.

It's on the other side.

Gah, my back! My back!

Beshrew your heart for sendin me about

to catch my death with jaunting up and down.

I am sorry thou art not well.

Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse...

Tell me...

What says my love?

Whatays he of our marriage?

Well, your love says, like an honest gentleman,

and a courteous, and kind, and...handsome.

And I warrant, virtuous.

Where is your mother?

Where is my mother?

Where should she be?

How oddly thou repliest.

Your love says, like an honest gentleman,

"Where is your mother?"

Oh Gods, lady dear. Are you soot?

Is this a poultice for my weary bones?

Henceforward, do your messages yourself.

You're such a fuss. Come. What says Romeo?

Have you leave to go to shrift today?

I have.

Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence's cell.

There stays a husband to make you a wife.

Go.

I'll to dinner.

Hie you to the cell!

Hie to high fortune!

Honest nurse, farewell!

Whoa!

Yo, you up for some hoops later?

Uh, how long is it now 'til Lammastide?

A fortnight and odd days.

Well, on Lammas Eve at night shall she be fourteen.

Thathall she. Mary, I remember it well.

'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years,

and she was weaned.

I never shall forget it, of all the days upon that year.

And thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I weaned,

and I shall live to see thee wed.

I'll have my wish.

I'm sorry.

So smile the heavens,

that after hours with sorrow, chide us not.

But come what sorrow can, it can not countervail

the exchange of joy that one short minute

gives me in her sight.

So love-devouring death do what he dare.

It is enough I may but call her mine.

Here comes the lady.

Juliet, if the measure of thy joy be heaped like mine...

True love is grown to such excess,

I can not sum up the sum of...

half my wealth.

Come.

Go.

Incorporate two in one.

Thou art like one of these fellows that,

when he enters the confines of a tavern,

claps his sword upon the table and says,

"God send me no need of thee."

And by the end of the second cup,

draws it on the jar, whenndeed, there is no need.

Am I like such a fellow?

Thou?

Why, thou quarrel with a man for having a hair more

or a hair less on his beard than thou has.

Thou wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts,

for no other reason than because thou has hazel eyes.

Didst thou not fall out with a tailor

for wearing a new doublet before Easter?

With another for tying his new shoes with old ribbon?

Oh-ho.

I pray thee, let's retire.

The day is hot. We shall not scape a brawl.

By my heel, I care not.

Gentlemen, a word with one oyou.

And but one word with one of us?

Couple it with something.

Maket a word and a blow.

You shall find me apt enough to that, sire,

if you will give me occasion.

Can you not take some occasion, without giving?

Thou consortest with Romeo.

Consort?

What, dost thou make us minstrels?

If thou make minstrels of us,

look to hear nothing but discords.

We talk here in the public haunt of men.

Here, all eyes gaze on us.

Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.

I will budge for no man's pleasure, I.

Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man.

But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery.

Romeo.

The love I bear thee can afford no better turn than this.

Thou art a villain.

Tybalt.

The reason that I have to love thee doth much excuse

the appertaining rage to such a greeting.

Villain am I none.

Therefore, farewell. I see thou knowest me not.

Boy, that does not excuse the injuries

that thou has done me.

Therefore, turn and draw!

I do protest. I never...injured thee.

Oh, calm, dishonorable, vile submission.

Tybalt!

You rat-catcher.

Will you walk?

What wouldst thou have with me?

Good king of cats.

Nothing, but one of your nine lives.

That I mean to make bold with all,

and as you shall use me hereafter,

dry beat the rest of the eight

Will you pluck your sword from his pilcher by the ears?

Makehaste, lest mine be about your ears ere it be out.

I am for you.

Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up.

Draw, Benvolio! Beat dowtheir weapons!

Gentlemen, the prince expressly hath forbid

this bandying in Verona streets!

Hold! Tybalt!

Good Mercutio!

Away! Tybalt!

Is he gone, and hath nothing?

- Art thou hurt? - Aye.

Aye, a scratch, a scratch.

Uh, marry, 'tis enough.

Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.

No. 'Tis not so...

deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door,

but...marry, 'tis enough.

Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man.

I am peppered, I warrant, for this world.

A plague on both youhouses.

Why the devil came you between us?

I was hurt underour arm.

I thought all for the best.

Help me, Benvolio, or I shall faint.

A plague on both youhouses.

They have made worm's meat of me.

O, sweet Juliet, thy beauty hath made me...

effeminate,

and in my temper softened valour's steel.

Romeo?

This day's black fate on more days doth depend.

This but begins the woe others must end.

Here comes the furious Tybalt back again.

And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now.

Tybalt!

Take the villain back again that late thou gavest me.

For Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads,

staying for thine to keep him company.

Either thou or I or both must go with him.

Thou, wretched boy that didsconsort with him here

shall with him hence!

I shall determine that!

Romeo.

Away.

Be gone.

Stand not amazed!

The prince will do thee death if thou are taken!

Be gone away!

Oh, I am fortune's fool.

Where are the vile beginners of this fray?

Benvolio?

Oh, noble prince, I can discover all the unlucky manage

of this fatal brawl.

There lies Tybalt, slain by young Romeo,

that slew thy kinsman, brave Mercutio.

Prince, as thou art true,

for blood of ours, shed blood of Montague.

I beg for justice.

Which thou, Prince, must give.

Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live.

Romeo slew him. He slew Mercutio.

Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe?

Not Romeo, Prince.

He was Mercutio's friend.

His fault concludes but what the law should end,

the life of Tybalt.

And for that offense,

immediately do we exile him hence.

I'll be deaf to pleading or excuses,

nor tears, nor prayers, shall purchase out abuses.

Therefore, use none.

Let Romeo hence in haste.

Thus whehe is found, that hour is his last.

Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,

that runaways' eyes may wink,

and Romeo leaps to these arms,

untalked of and unseen.

Come, night.

Come, Romeo...

Come, thou day and night.

Thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,

whiter than new snow upon a raven's back.

[door opens]

Why dost thou wring thy hands?

He's dead. He's dead.

He's...

Alack the day. He's gone.e's dead.

He's dead.

Hath Romeo slain himself?

I...

I saw the wound here on his manly breast,

all bedaub'd in blood.

I swooned at the sight. I...

Break my heart. Poor bankrupt, break at once.

Oh, Tybalt. Tybalt.

What storm is this that blows so contrary?

Is Romeo slaughtered and is Tybalt dead?

No, no.

Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished.

Oh, God...

Did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood?

It did.

Alack the day, it did.

There's no trust.

No faith. No honesty. Shame come to Romeo!

Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish.

He was not born to shame.

Tybalt is dead and Romeo banished.

That "banished," that one word, "banished,"

had slain...10,000 Tybalts.

And there is no end.

No...limit, measure, bound, in that word's death.

No words can that woe sound.

Go. Find Romeo.

Give this ring to my true knight,

and bid him come to take his last farewell.

What news?

I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.

What less than doomsday is therince's doom?

A gentler judgment vanished from his lips.

Not body's death...

But body's banishment.

Banishment?

Be merciful. Say death!

This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

'Tis torture, and not mercy!

Heaven is here, where Juliet lives.

Thou fond madman, hear me a little speak!

Oh, thou wilt speak again of banishment.

I'll give thee armor to keep ofthat word.

Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.

To comforthee, though thou art banished.

Hang up philosophy.

Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, it helps not.

Oh, then I see that madmen have no ears!

How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?!

Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel.

[knock on door]

Romeo, hide thyself.

Who knocks? Whence come you?

What's your will?

Oh, tell me...

Where's Romeo?

There on the ground.

Stand up.

Stand up!

For Juliet'sake, for her sake, rise and stand.

Speakest thou of Juliet?

How is it with her?

What says my concealed lady to our canceled love?

Oh, she says nothing.

But falls on her bed, and then starts up,

and then on Romeo, cries, and then down falls again.

As if that name did murder her!

What? Rouse thee, man!

A pack of blessings light upon thy back.

Happiness courts thee in her best array.

But like a misbehaved and sullen wench,

thou poutst upon thy fortune and thy love.

Take heed.

Take heed!

For such die miserable.

Go.

Get thee to thy love.

I'll tell my lady you will come.

Here, sir.

A ring she bid me give to you.

Make haste, for it grows very late.

How well my comfort is revived by this.

Go hence.

Farewell. Good night.

But that a joy past joy calls out on me.

It were a grief, so brief, to part with thee.

♪

Oh...

Wilt thou be gone?

It is not yenear day.

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.

It was the lark, the herald of the morn, no nightingale.

Look, love, what envious streaks do lace

the severing clouds in yonder east.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Yond light is not daylight. I know it, I.

It is some meteor that the sun exhaled

to be to thee this night a torch-bearer.

Therefore, stay yet.

Thou needst not to be gone.

Let me be taken.

Let me be put to death.

I am content, so thou will have it so.

I have more care to stay than will to go.

Come, death, and welcome. Julietills it so.

Madam.

Then window, let day in, and let life out.

Farewell. One kiss, and I'llescend.

Art thou gone so?

Love, lordaye, husband, friend.

Thinkest thou we shall ever meet again?

I doubt it not.

And all these woes

shall serve as sweet discourses in our times to come.

Oh, fortune.

Fortune, all men call thee fickle.

Be fickle, fortune.

For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,

but send him back.

[knock on door]

By now, my Lord Capulet, whatay you to my suit?

But saying o'er what I have saidefore.

My child is yet a stranger in this world.

She hath not even seen the change of fourteen years.

Let two more summers wither in their pride,

ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

And too soon marred are those so early made.

Earth hath swallowed all my hopes, but she...

she'the hopeful lady of my earth.

But woo her.

Get her heart.

My will to her consent is but a part.

And she agree...

Hey!

Lady Capulet.

Uh...nurse.

Where is my daughter? Call her forth to me.

[knock on door]

Are you up?

Who is it that calls?

Why, how now?

I am not well.

Evermore weeping for Tybalt'seath.

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live.

Therefore, have done.

Some grief shows much of love,

but much of grief still shows some wont of wit.

Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

So shall you feel the loss,

but not the friend which you weep for.

Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose

but ever weep the friend.

But now... I'll tell theeoyful tidings.

And joy comes well in such a needy time.

What are they?

Well, thou hast a careful father, child,

one who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

hath sorted out a sudden day of joy for thee that...

that thou expects not, and I look not for.

In happy time.

What day is that?

Early next Thursday morn,

the gallant young and noble gentlemen,

the County Paris at St. Peter's Church

shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Now, by St. Peter's Church and Peter too,

he shall not make me there a joyful bride.

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,

I will not marry yet.

And when I do, it shall be Romeo.

Well, here comes your father. Tell him so yourself

and see how he will take it at your hands.

How now, wife?

Have you delivered to her our decree?

Aye, sir. But she will none.

I would the fool were married to her grave.

Is she not proud, unworthy as she is,

that we have wrought

so worthy a gentleman to be her bride?

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have.

Proud could I never be of what I hate.

But thankful even for hate that is meant love.

How?

How, how, how, how, how?

Chopped logic.

What is this?

Proud, and "I thank you," and "I thank you not."

And yet not...proud?

Mischievous minion, you.

Thank me no thankings and proud me no prouds,

but fettle thy fine joints 'gainst Thursday next

to St. Peter's Church,

or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Good father, I beseech you on my knees.

Hear me with patience, but to speak a word.

Hang thee!

Young baggage.

Disobedient wretch.

Speak not.eply not.

Do not answer.

My fingers itch.

Oh sweet, my mother, cast me not away!

Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word.

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

What sayest thou?

Hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse?

Here it is.

Romeo is banished,

and all the world is nothing.

That he dare ne'er come back,

or if he do, it... it needs must be by stealth.

I think it best you... you marry with Paris.

Speakest thou from thy heart?

And from my soul too.

Amen.

What?

Well...

Thou hast comforted me marvelous much.

Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

having displeased my father,

to make confession and to be absolved.

I will.

This is wisely done.

Ancient damnation, o most wretched fiend!

[leaves rustling]

Sir, he is fine.

He was treated in the emergency room...

Yes, sir.

Yeah, but the doctor said...

Yes, sir. I realize that, sir.

I take full responsibility, sir.

Of course.

Yes, sir.

Come weep with me.

Past hope,ast care, past help.

I already know thy grief.

I hear thou must, and nothing may postpone it,

on Thursday next be married.

Tell me not that thou hearest of this

unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, do thou,

but call my resolution wise.

And with this knife, I'll help it presently.

Hold.

I do spy a kind of hope.

And if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.

Bid me leap from off the battlements of any tower,

and will do it without fear or doubt.

Hold, then.

Go home.

Take thou this vial,

and this distilling liquor, drink thou off.

When presently, through all thy veins

shall run a cold and drowsy humor,

the roses in thy lips and cheeks

will fade to play ashes.

Thy eyes, windows fall like death,

when he shuts up the day of life.

In a borrowed likeness

of shrunk death shalt thou continue,

and then awake, as from a pleasant sleep.

In the meantime, shall Romeo come,

and he and I...

will watch thy waking.

And this shall free thee from this present shame.

Give me.

Go hence.

Be strong and prosperous in this resolve.

Love give me strength.

Farewell.

What if this mixture did not work at all?

What if it be poison,

which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead?

I fear it is.

And yet methinks it should not,

for he hath still been tried a holy man.

[coughs]

How if, when I am laid into the...the tomb,

I wake before the time that Romeo comes?

There's a fearful point.

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault?

And there, die, strangled?

If I wake...

shall I not then be distraught?

And...madly play with my forefathers joints,

and...pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?

And, in this rage, with some...

greakinsman's bone, as with a club,

dash out my desperate brains?

Oh!

[breathing heavily]

Oh...

Oh...

Methinks I've seen my cousin's ghost.

Stay, Tybalt.

Stay.

Romeo... Romeo.

[giggling]

I drink to thee.

[beating heart]

♪ High school ring, high school ring ♪

♪ Who would have guessed it was a homicidal thing ♪

♪ Crying, crying, crying on your front porch swing ♪

♪ Eyes swollen up like a yellowjacket sting ♪

♪ Call him a thief, call him a crook ♪

♪ You'll never get back what the magpie took ♪

♪ Call him a raven, call him a rook ♪

Sam!

Sam!

Sam!

♪ Your boyfriend's mean, Your boyfriend's mean ♪

♪ I swear, I swear, I swear I didn't say anything ♪

♪ Your grandmother's silver

♪ You kept it so clean

♪ In those dark glasses can you see what I mean ♪

♪ Call him a theif, call him a crook ♪

♪ You'll never get back what the magpie took ♪

♪ Call him a raven, call him a rook ♪

♪ You'll never get back what the magpie took ♪

♪

♪

[silence]

Help!

Help!

Juliet's dead!

Juliet's dead!

How now?

How doth my lady?

How doth my Juliet,

for nothing can be ill if she be well?

Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,

and her immortal part with angels lives.

Oh...

Oh, thou art not conquered.

Oh, my love.

Beauty's ensign still is crimson in thy cheeks and in thy lips.

And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

Shall I believe that unsubstantial death is amorous,

and keeps thee here in dark to be his paramour?

For fear othat, I still will stay with thee,

and never from this palace of dim night depart again.

Here's to my love.

♪

With you I will remain.

♪

[beating heart]

[heart beats slower and slower]

[heartbeat stops]

How long hath he been there?

Full half an hour.

Go with me.

Fear comes upon me.

Oh, much I fear some ill, unlucky thing.

Where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,

and there I am.

Where is my Romeo?

Come from this nest of...unnatural sleep.

A power greater than we can contradict

hath thwarted our intents.

Come.

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.

Come. Go! I dare no longer stay.

Go!

Get thee hence, for I will not away.

I will kiss thy lips.

Happily some poison yet doth hang on them,

to make me die with a restorative.

[voices getting closer]

♪

♪ You made me love you

♪ I didn't want to do it

♪ I didn't want to do it

♪ You made me want you

♪ And all the time you knew it ♪

♪ I guess you always knew it ♪

♪ You made me happy sometimes, you made me glad ♪

♪ But there were times, baby

♪ You made me feel so bad

♪ You made me cry for

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I want some love that's true, yes I do ♪

♪ Indeed I do, you know I do ♪

♪ Give me, give me, give me what I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got the kind of kisses ♪

♪ That I'd die for

♪ You know you made me love you ♪

♪

♪ You made me cry for

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I didn't want to tell you

♪ I want some love that's true, yes I do ♪

♪ Indeed I do, you know I do ♪

♪ Give me, give me, give me what I cry for ♪

♪ You know you got the kind of kisses ♪

♪ That I'd die for

♪ You know you made me love you ♪

♪ You know you made me love you ♪