ACT 1

Scene 1
NARRATOR The ceiling crackled before the board fell to the stage
floor with a loud smack! Julia jumped from her seat, startled out of her
mesmerized state of reading Shakespeare.
JULIA Wow, look at that. The sunshine is coming down onto the
stage like a spotlight. Cool!
NARRATOR Julia walked toward the beam as the stage creaked
under her footsteps. The old abandoned theater she found in the park
was falling apart, from floor to ceiling.
JULIA Oh, how I wish I could be in a Shakespeare play.
NARRATOR Julia loved the old theater and made it her own
personal place for reading Shakespeare plays. She loved them all and
had read most of them many times.
JULIA (smiling and sighing) I could play a fair maiden, a noble
woman, a princess, or even perhaps … Juliet herself!
NARRATOR Julia spun around pretending to hold out a long dress
at her sides. She turned and twirled right into the spotlight.
JULIA (swooning with her hands clasped together) Oh Romeo,
Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?
NARRATOR Suddenly, she was spinning and twirling faster and
faster, and then the light exploded into a white brightness. The light
slowly dimmed and Julia heard voices. She rubbed her eyes to see
where they were coming from.
JULIA (confused) What happened? Where am I? (pausing to look
around) Hello, there, you over there. Can you tell me what happened?
NARRATOR The man Julia saw in the distance paid no attention to
her.
JULIA (getting concerned) Where am I?
CHORUS-ALL READERS
(loudly and in an announcer's voice)
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.
JULIA Who is talking? Where are you? Who are you?
CHORUS-ALL READERS
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross’d lovers take their life,
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.
JULIA Now, come on? Who are you people and where are you
hiding?
CHORUS-ALL READERS
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d love,
And the continuance of their parents’ rage,
Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove,
Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage.
The which, if you with patient ears attend,
 What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
JULIA I know that passage. I know it very well. Are you all going
to come out and show yourselves, or what?
NARRATOR Two men suddenly walked in front of Julia . They
were having a serious conversation on the streets of Verona. They
were carrying weapons.
GREGORY The quarrel is between our masters and us, their men.
SAMPSON I strike quickly, being moved.
GREGORY But thou art not quickly moved to strike.
SAMPSON A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
GREGORY To move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand.
Therefore if thou art moved, thou runn’st away!
JULIA Oh my goodness! This is Romeo and Juliet! In real life?
How is this possible? You, there, Gregory, I know who you are. I
know who you both are. You are servants to the Capulet family.
Please tell me what is happening.
SAMPSON A dog of that house shall move me to stand. And
‘Tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh.
NARRATOR Abram and another Servingman entered. They are also
armed.
GREGORY Draw thy tool!
SAMPSON Let us take the law on our side; let them begin.
I will bite my thumb at them,
Which is a disgrace to them if they bear it. (Bites his thumb.)
ABRAM Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON I do bite my thumb, sir.
ABRAM Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
SAMPSON (to Gregory) Is the law on our side if I say “ay”?
GREGORY No!
SAMPSON (to Abram) No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir,
but I bite my thumb, sir.
GREGORY (to Abram) Do you quarrel, sir?
ABRAM Quarrel sir? No, sir!
SAMPSON But if you do, sir, I am for you! I serve as good a man
as you.
ABRAM No better.
SAMPSON Well, sir—
GREGORY (Sees Tybalt coming; speaks to Sampson.) Say “better”!
Here comes one of our kinsmen.
SAMPSON Yes, better.
ABRAM You lie!
SAMPSON Draw, if you be men!
JULIA Oh, my! That beam of sunlight must have transported me
here! This is so cool! I am watching Shakespeare's Romeo & Juliet
take place before my eyes. But wait, the characters in the play are not
real people. They're just fictional characters. This can't be real.
NARRATOR The men begin to fight.
BENVOLIO (Enters with sword drawn.)
Part, fools! You know not what you do!
 TYBALT (Enters and speaks directly to Benvolio.)
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?
Turn thee, Benvolio. Look upon thy death! (Draws his sword.)
BENVOLIO I do but keep the peace.
TYBALT What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,
As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee!
JULIA (moved) Well, it certainly seems real, but they can't see or
hear me at all. (pausing) Hmm, this is just so strange. (eagerly
smiling) Oh, well, who cares if this is only fiction!
NARRATOR All the men are now fighting.
PRINCE (Enters with Attendants.)
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands
Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground.
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word
By thee, Capulet, and Montague,
Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets.
If ever you disturb our streets again,
Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace!
Once more, on pain of death, all men depart!
NARRATOR Suddenly the characters began to fade into dust ... or
actually, into dusk. As the sun went down, the sunshine spotlight was
diminishing.
JULIA It’s probably getting late. I better go home! I can’t wait to
come back tomorrow! Oh, how I hope this will happen again.
Imagine! I get to watch the best performance ever of a Shakespeare
play! This is fantastic!
NARRATOR The next day at school, Julia fidgeted in her chair in
English class and kept looking at her watch. The teacher was
explaining to the class that their essay, "My Favorite Shakespeare
Play" was due on Friday.
JULIA (whispering to herself) This is a ridiculously easy
assignment.
ROMANO Maybe for you, but not for me.
NARRATOR Romano was new to Brookville High School, having
just moved to Pennsylvania from New York. He had only been there
two weeks and was still trying to get to know other students. Julia had
certainly noticed him, his handsome face, jet black hair, and olive colored
skin.
JULIA (nervously) Oh, I understand. It's really quite unusual for
someone to know Shakespeare very well, especially at our age. I guess
I'm quite unusual. I've read more than twenty of the thirty-something
plays he wrote.
ROMANO The language is very confusing to me. So it's hard to get
into something when you really don't, you know, get it?
JULIA (more confident) Sure, I know what you mean.
NARRATOR Julia’s eyes lit up and she scooted forward in her seat
to whisper something to Romano.
JULIA I could help you ... if you can trust me.
ROMANO Trust you? Why would I need to trust you?
 JULIA You'll see. Meet me after school at the field gate.
ROMANO Uh, well, okay.
NARRATOR Julia explained everything to Romano as they walked
to the park and the abandoned theater. Although he didn't believe her,
and truly thought she might be crazy, he went along with everything
as Julia gently led him into the sunshine spotlight.
JULIA (with a huge smile and a deep breath) Here we go ... are you
ready?
ROMANO I guess.
JULIA Now hold my hands and spin with me.
NARRATOR Romano was now beginning to feel silly, but just as
he was about to stop spinning and ditch this girl who was clearly
delusional, he heard voices.
LADY MONTAGUE O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?
Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
ROMANO Fray? (surprised) Where did you come from?
JULIA She can’t hear you. Anyway, she means "fight." This is
where the scene was when I left before! Time must not move in this
world when I’m not here!
ROMANO This is crazy. (rubbing his eyes) Where are we? Who
are these people?
JULIA Well ... she is Lady Montague, Romeo's mother, and he is
Benvolio, Romeo's friend. This is Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet!
Isn't this exciting? Exhilarating!
ROMANO Uh, no, this is just weird. How's it even possible?
JULIA Does it really matter? It just is! Watch this with me, and you
will know everything you need to know about this play!
BENVOLIO Madam, an hour before the worshipped sun
Peered forth the golden window of the east,
Underneath the grove of sycamore
So early walking did I see your son.
LORD MONTAGUE Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew,
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs.
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Should in the furthest east begin to draw
The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,
Away from the light steals home my heavy son,
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,
And makes himself an artificial night.
ROMANO So they really can't see or hear us?
JULIA So it seems.
ROMANO Well, who is Aurora? Isn’t she from Sleeping Beauty?
JULIA No, Aurora is the Goddess of the dawn. She means the sun
is coming up.
ROMANO Okay, I think I’m starting to understand. Her heavy son.
That means he’s strong, right?
JULIA No, it means he’s sad.
ROMANO (scratching his head) So, maybe I'm not getting this.
LORD MONTAGUE Black and portentous must this humor prove,
Unless good counsel may the cause remove.
ROMANO Humor? It doesn’t seem like anyone is laughing.
JULIA That’s because humor means the mood. In this case, it’s not
a happy mood.
BENVOLIO So please you, step aside.
I’ll know his grievance or be much denied.
Scene 2
(Capulet house, or a street)
ROMANO Okay, now we know where Romeo is. He's at this
house, right, in his chamber? Can we go find him?
JULIA (laughing) Hold your horses! We have to see what’s going
on with Juliet’s family first! They’re called the Capulets.
LORD CAPULET But Montague is bound as well as I
In penalty alike, and ‘tis not hard, I think,
For men so 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?
ROMANO These guys are worse than Yoda.
JULIA (laughing) Well at least this script tends to have shorter
sentences than most of Shakespeare’s plays.
LORD 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.
LORD CAPULET And too soon marred are those so early made.
The earth hath swallowed all my hopes but she;
She is the hopeful lady of my earth.
But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart.
My will to her consent is but a part.
And, she agreed, within her scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustomed feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest
Such as I love, not of the house of Montagues,
And you, most welcome. Look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light.
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
Among fresh fennel buds. Hear all, all see,
And like her most. Come, go with me.
JULIA Okay, now, here comes Romeo.
BENVOLIO Good morrow, cousin.
ROMEO Is the day so young?
BENVOLIO But new struck nine.
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 favor where I am in love.
BENVOLIO Alas, that Love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!
ROMEO Alas, this love feel I, that feel no love in this.
(He sees signs of the fight.) What fray was here?
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 anything of nothing first create!
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,
Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms,
Dost thou not laugh?
BENVOLIO No coz, I rather weep.
ROMEO Good heart, at what?
BENVOLIO At thy good heart’s oppression.
ROMEO Why, such is love’s transgression.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;
Being vexed, a sea raging with lovers’ tears;
A madness most discreet.
BENVOLIO Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
ROMEO Not mad, but bound more than a madman is,
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipped and tormented, and—
BENVOLIO Tell me in sadness, who is that you love?
ROMEO In sadness, coz, I do love Rosaline.
BENVOLIO A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.
ROMEO Well in that hit you miss!
She’ll not be hit with Cupid’s arrow.
And in strong proof of chastity well armed,
From Love’s weak bow she lives uncharmed.
BENVOLIO Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?
ROMEO She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair
To merit bliss by making me despair.
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
BENVOLIO Be ruled by me; forget to think of her.
ROMEO O, teach me how I should forget to think!
BENVOLIO By giving liberty unto thine eyes.
Examine other beauties!
ROMEO One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.
He that is stricken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Thou canst not teach me to forget.
ROMANO Wait. Why is Romeo talking about Juliet’s match? Does
 he want to light candles for her?
JULIA No, silly! He means that no one has ever existed that has
been as beautiful as she is!
ROMANO What about Juliet?
JULIA He hasn’t seen Juliet yet!
ROMANO He sure does change his mind a lot….
BENVOLIO I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
At this night’s ancient feast of Capulet’s
Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so loves,
With all the admired beauties of Verona.
Go thither, and with unattainted eye
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
ROMEO When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires.
BENVOLIO Tut, man, one fire burns out another’s burning.
And, if you leave me so, you do me wrong!
ROMEO I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.

Scene 3
(Capulet house)
LADY CAPULET Nurse, where’s my daughter? Call her forth to me.
NURSE I bade her come. God forbid! Where’s this girl? Juliet! Juliet!
JULIET Madam, I am here. What is your will?
LADY CAPULET This is the matter.—Nurse, give leave awhile,
We must talk in secret. (Nurse starts to leave.)
Nurse, come back again! I have remembered me.
Thou know’st my daughter’s of a pretty age.
NURSE Thou wast the prettiest babe that e’er I nursed.
And I might live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
LADY CAPULET
Marry, that “marry” is the very theme I came to talk of.
Tell me, daughter Juliet,
How stands your disposition to be married?
JULIET It is an honor that I dream not of.
NURSE An honor? Were not I thine only nurse,
I would say thou hadst sucked wisdom from thy teat.
LADY CAPULET Enough of this. Hold thy peace!
Well, think of marriage now. Younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem
Are made already mothers. By my count
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid. Thus then in brief:
The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
NURSE A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world.
LADY CAPULET Verona’s summer hath not such a flower.
NURSE Nay, he’s a flower, in faith, a very flower.
LADY CAPULET What say you? Can you love the gentleman?
This night you shall behold him at our feast.
 Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,
And find delight writ there with beauty’s pen.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover,
To beautify him, only lacks a cover.
That book in many’s eyes doth share the glory
That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
So shall you share all that he doth possess
By having him, making yourself no less.
NURSE No less? Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
LADY CAPULET Speak briefly. Can you like of Paris’ love?
JULIET I’ll look to like, if looking liking move,
But no more deep will I engage mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
(Servant enters and announces that guest are arriving.)
LADY CAPULET We follow thee.
(Servant exits.) Juliet.
NURSE Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
ROMANO So, if I’m reading this right, Juliet is saying she will try to
love, or at least like, this Paris dude, but only because it would make
her parents happy.
JULIA That’s right. You’re a perceptive guy.
ROMANO Thanks, I do try to pay attention, especially when it’s
interesting.
Scene 4
(A street, that night)
ROMEO What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse?
Or shall we on without apology?
BENVOLIO Let them measure us by what they will.
We’ll measure them a measure and be gone.
ROMEO I am not for this ambling.
MERCUTIO Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance.
ROMEO Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes
With nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.
MERCUTIO You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wings
And soar with them above a common bound.
ROMEO I am too sore unpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers,
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.
MERCUTIO And to sink in it, you burden love,
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
ROMEO Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
MERCUTIO If love be rough with you, be rough with love!
Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
BENVOLIO Come, knock and enter, and no sooner in,
But every man betake him to his legs.
ROMEO I’ll look on. The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.
MERCUTIO If thou art Dun, we’ll draw thee from the mire
Of love, wherein thou stick’st up to the ears. Come, ho!
 ROMEO And we mean well in going to this mask,
But ‘tis no wit to go.
MERCUTIO Why, may one ask?
ROMEO I dreamt a dream tonight.
MERCUTIO And so did I.
ROMEO Well, what was yours?
MERCUTIO That dreamers often lie!
ROMEO In bed asleep, while they do dream things true!
MERCUTIO O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you!
BENVOLIO Queen Mab? What’s she?
MERCUTIO She is the fairies’ 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 made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the moonshine’s watery beams,
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees;
O’er ladies’ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are.
Sometime she driverth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very
Hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she—
ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk’st of nothing.
MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams,
Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy,
Which is as thin of substance as the air
And more inconstant than the wind.
BENVOLIO This wind you talk of blows us from ourselves!
Supper is done, and we shall come too late!
ROMEO I fear too early, for my mind misgives
Some consequence yet hanging in the stars
Shall bitterly begin his fearful date
With this night’s revels, and expire my term
By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
But He that hath the steerage of my course
Direct my sail!
 BENVOLIO On, lusty gentleman!

Scene 5
(Capulet house)
LORD CAPULET Welcome, gentlemen. Ah hah, my mistresses!
Which of you all will now deny to dance?
Welcome, gentlemen. I have seen the day that I could tell
A whispering tale in a fair lady’s ear, such as would please.
You are welcome, gentlemen!
(Romeo, Mercutio, and Benvolio enter in masks)
ROMEO (seeing Juliet)
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight,
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
ROMANO Yeah, right. A minute ago you were saying that other
chick was lighting your match.
JULIA (laughing) Okay, I guess you’re starting to get it!
TYBALT (aside) What, dares a Montague come hither
To fleer and scorn at our solemnity?
Now, by the stock and honor of my kin,
To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin! (starts to go)
LORD CAPULET Why, how now, nephew!
Wherefore storm you so?
TYBALT Uncle, this is a Montague, our foe
A villain that is hither come in spite
To scorn at our solemnity this night!
LORD CAPULET Young Romeo is it?
TYBALT ‘Tis he.
LORD CAPULET Content thee. Let him alone.
He bears him like a portly gentleman,
And, to say truth, Verona brags of him
To be a virtuous and well-governed youth.
I would not for the wealth of all the town
Here in my house do him disparagement.
TYBALT I’ll not endure him!
LORD CAPULET He shall be endured! I say, he shall! Go to!
You’ll not endure him! God shall mend my soul!
You’ll make a mutiny among my guests!
TYBALT Why, uncle, ‘tis a shame!
LORD CAPULET You must contrary me?
Go, be quiet, or for shame, I’ll make you quiet!
ROMEO (taking Juliet’s hand) If I profane with my unworthy 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.
JULIET 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 palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
ROMEO Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
JULIET Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
 ROMEO O, then dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray: Grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.
ROMEO Then move not while my prayer’s effect I take. (kisses her)
Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
JULIET Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
ROMEO Sin from my lips? O, trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again. (kisses her)
JULIET You kiss by th’book.
NURSE Madam, your mother craves a word with you. (Juliet leaves.)
ROMEO (aside) Is she a Capulet?
BENVOLIO (comes to Romeo) Away, be gone! The sport is at the
best!
ROMEO Ay, so I fear. The more is my unrest.
(All start to exit except Juliet and Nurse.)
JULIET Nurse. What is yond gentleman?
(aside) If he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed!
NURSE His name is Romeo, and a Montague,
The only son of your great enemy!
JULIET (aside) My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.
NURSE Come, let’s away.
(Lady Capulet calls Juliet from afar)
TYBALT (aside) I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,
Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt’rest gall.
ACT 2
Scene 1
(Outside the Capulet house, same night.)
ROMEO Can I go forward when my heart is here?
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy center out. (He exits. Benvolio and
Mercutio enter.)
BENVOLIO Romeo! My cousin Romeo! Romeo!
MERCUTIO He is wise, and, on my life, hath stol’n him home to
bed.
BENVOLIO He ran this way and leaped this wall.
MERCUTIO Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover!
Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh!
Speak but one rhyme and I am satisfied.
Cry but “Ay me!” Pronounce but “love” and “dove.”
He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not.
The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.
I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes,
By her high forehead and her scarlet lip,
By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh,
That in thy likeness thou appear to us!
BENVOLIO And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him!
MERCUTIO This cannot anger him. ‘Twould anger him
 To raise a spirit in his mistress’ circle
Of some strange nature, letting it there stand
Till she had laid it and conjured it down.
That were some spite! My invocation
Is fair and honest. In his mistress’ name,
I conjure only but to raise up him.
BENVOLIO Come, he hath hid himself to be consorted with the
night.
Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
MERCUTIO If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
O, Romeo, that she were, O, that she were
An open-arse and thou a pop’rin pear!
Romeo, good night.—I’ll to my bed.
This is too cold for me to sleep.
BENVOLIO ‘Tis in vain to seek him here that means not to be
found.
Scene 2
(Outside Juliet’s balcony)
JULIA Here is my favorite scene of all! It’s so romantic!
ROMANO Oh, brother!
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. (Juliet enters at
window.)
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 is already sick and pale with grief
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious,
It is my lady. O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
ROMANO How can Juliet be the sun? I thought Aurora was the
sun?
JULIA Okay, now you’re just being silly. It’s a turn of phrase, you
know, a figure of speech … a metaphor! It means she is beautiful.
ROMANO Wow, he sure likes to call people beautiful.
JULIA Well, that’s why he uses different ways of saying it every
time! Speaking in metaphors is very common in Shakespeare plays.
JULIET Ay me!
ROMEO She speaks. O, speak again, bright angel!
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMANO “Wherefore art thou?” What does she mean, where is
he? He’s right in front of her!
JULIA Well, first of all, she can’t see him. He’s hiding! Secondly,
that’s not what she’s asking. She is asking him why his name has to be
“Romeo Montague.” The Montague’s and the Capulet’s are bitter
enemies. If Romeo and Juliet were to be together, they would
probably be disowned, or worse, killed! Listen!
 JULIET ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And, for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
ROMANO What was all that nonsense? I’m sure it had something
to do with his name.
JULIA Yes. She is saying that his name shouldn’t matter, because
no matter what his name is, he will be the same, wonderful person.
Basically, you can’t judge a book by its cover.
ROMEO I take thee at thy word.
Call me but Love, and I’ll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
JULIA (sighing) How romantic!
ROMANO Romantic? He just told her to call him “Butt Love!”
JULIA (frustrated) No, he didn’t! He meant that if she tells him she
loves him, he will be re-baptized with a new name, so that he will no
longer be a Montague.
ROMANO Wow. That actually is romantic. Oh, well, I can see
where this scene is going. They confess their love, they whine that
they can’t be together because of their families, and they plan another
time to meet.
JULIA (impressed) That’s actually…kind of…right.
ROMANO See? I’m getting the hang of this! Let’s skip to the end
of the scene.
JULIA No skipping! You’ll never learn if you don’t see it! Besides,
I wouldn’t know how to make this living script skip anyway. It’s not
under our control. It’s just happening.
JULIET What man art thou?
ROMEO 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.
JULIET Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?
ROMEO Neither, fair maid, if either thee dislike.
JULIET How came’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
ROMEO 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 thy kinsmen are no stop to me.
JULIET If they do see thee, they will murder thee!
 ROMEO Look thou but sweet,
And I am proof against their enmity.
JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here.
ROMEO I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes,
And but thou love me, let them find me here.
My life were better ended by their hate
Than death prolonged, wanting of thy love.
JULIET By whose direction found’st thou out this place?
ROMEO By love, who first did prompt me to inquire.
He lent me counsel and I lent him eyes.
JULIET Thou know’st the mask of night is on my face,
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny
What I have spoke. But farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me?
ROMEO Lady--
JULIET I know thou wilt say “Ay,”
And I will take thy word. Yet if thou swear’st,
Thou mayst prove false. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
ROMEO By yonder blessed moon I swear—
JULIET O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,
That monthly changes in her circled orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
ROMEO What shall I swear by?
JULIET Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry, and I’ll believe thee.
ROMEO If my heart’s dear love—
JULIET Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown and be perverse and say thee nay
So thou wilt woo; but else not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my b’havior light,
But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true
Than those that have more coying. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.
ROMEO My dearest—
JULIET Well, do not swear. Although I joy in thee,
I have no joy of this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be
Ere one can say “It lightens.” Sweet, good night!
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath,
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest
Come to thy heart as that within my breast!
ROMEO O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
 JULIET What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
ROMEO Th’exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.
JULIET I gave thee mine before thou didst request it,
And yet I would it were to give again.
ROMEO Wouldst thou withdraw it? For what purpose, love?
JULIET But to be frank and give it thee again.
And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep. The more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
NURSE (inside) Juliet!
JULIET (to her) Anon, good Nurse!
(to him) Sweet Montague, be true.
Stay but a little; I will come again. (goes in)
ROMEO O blessed, blessed night! I am afeard,
Being in night, all this is but a dream,
Too flattering-sweet to be substantial.
JULIET (comes out again) Three words, dear Romeo, and good
night indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honorable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow
And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay
And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
NURSE (inside) Madam!
JULIET (to her) I come, anon!
(to him) To cease thy strife and leave me to my grief.
ROMEO So thrive my soul—
JULIET A thousand times good night! (goes in)
ROMEO A thousand times the worse to want thy light.
Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,
But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.
JULIET (comes out again) Hist! Romeo, hist!
Romeo My dear?
JULIET I have forgot why I did call thee back.
ROMEO Let me stand here till thou remember it.
JULIET I shall forget, to have thee still stand there,
Remember how I love thy company.
ROMEO And I’ll still stay, to have thee still forget,
Forgetting any other home but this.
JULIET ‘Tis almost morning. I would have thee gone.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
ROMANO Wow. That’s a long time to keep saying good night.
Hope she doesn’t lose her voice.
JULIA (giggling) You’re kinda funny! Let’s go home for tonight.
We’ll come back tomorrow!
ROMANO Don’t you mean, morrow?
JULIA (bowing) So I shall bid you, good morrow, till I see you
hence.
 ROMANO Cool.
Scene 3
(St. Peter’s Church, dawn)
NARRATOR Romano fidgeted in his seat during English clash.
Now he was the one who couldn't wait to get back to the park, back to
the play... back to the....
JULIA (whispering to Romano) I don't have as much time today, so
we can only go for a little while.
ROMANO (disappointed but pretending not to care) Uh, well,
that's cool. No problem. Whatever.
NARRATOR When they arrived at the theater, Romano took
Julia’s hand and walked her into the spotlight.
ROMANO What a rush! It seemed like we were spinning even
faster this time.
JULIA Yes, it did. So ... we just saw Romeo and Juliet fall in love
on the balcony. Now Romeo has gone to see Friar Lawrence to ask
him to marry them.
ROMANO Marriage? Already? They work fast.
JULIA Yes, that was the custom in Shakespeare’s time.
FRIAR The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Check’ring the eastern clouds with streaks of light,
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies
In plants, herbs, stones, and their true qualities. (examining a flower)
Within the infant rind of this weak flower
Poison hath residence and medicine power.