Romeo and Juliet
PARIS -- a young nobleman, kinsman to the Prince
MONTAGUE, CAPULET -- heads of two houses at variance with each other
An old man -- uncle to CAPULET
ROMEO -- son of MONTAGUE
MERCUTIO -- kinsman to the Prince, and friend to ROMEO
BENEVOLIO -- nephew to MONTAGUE, and friend of ROMEO
TYBALT -- nephew to LADY CAPULET
FRIAR LAWRENCE -- a Franciscan
FRIAR JOHN -- of the same order
BALTHASAR -- servant to ROMEO
SAMPSON, GREGORY -- servants to CAPULET
PETER -- servant to JULIET'S nurse
ABRAHAM -- servant to MONTAGUE
An apothecary
Three musicians
Chorus
Page to PARIS; another page
An officer
LADY MONTAGUE -- wife to MONTAGUE
LADY CAPULET -- wife to CAPULET
JULIET -- daughter to CAPULET
Nurse to JULIET
Citizens of Verona
Several men and women -- relations to both houses
Maskers, guards, watchmen, and attendants
PLAY
During the greater part of the play in Verona; once, in the Fifth Act, at Mantua.
ACT I
Prologue
Scene i: A public place.
Scene ii: A street.
Scene iii: A room in Capulet's house.
Scene iv: A street.
Scene v: A hall in Capulet's house.
ACT II
Scene i: An open place adjoining Capulet's garden.
Scene ii: Capulet's garden.
Scene iii: Friar Lawrence's cell.
Scene iv: A street.
Scene v: Capulet's garden .
Scene vi: Friar Lawrence's cell.
ACT III
Scene i: A public place.
Scene ii: A room in Capulet's house.
Scene iii: Friar Lawrence's cell.
Scene iv: A room in Capulet's house.
Scene v: An open gallery to Juliet's chamber, overlooking the garden.
ACT IV
Scene i: Friar Lawrence's cell.
Scene ii: A hall in Capulet's house.
Scene iii: Juliet's chamber.
Scene iv: A hall in Capulet's house.
Scene v: Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed.
ACT V
Scene i: Mantua. A street.
Scene ii: Capulet's garden.
Scene iii: A churchyard; in a monument belonging to the Capulets.
Act II: Scene v
JULIET: The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse;
In half an hour she promis'd to return.
Perchance she cannot meet him:--that's not so.--
O, she is lame! love's heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams,
Driving back shadows over lowering hills:
Therfore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love,
And therefore hath the wing-swift Cupid wings.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill
Of this day's journey; and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours, -- yet she is not come.
Had her affections and warm youthful blood,
She'd be as swift in motion as a ball;
My words would bandy her to my sweet love,
And his to me:
But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead. --
