ROMEO AND JULIET
A monologue from Act III, Scene iii
by: William Shakespeare
|NOTE: Romeo and Juliet was first published in quarto in 1597. It is now a public domain work and may be performed without royalties.
- FRIAR: Hold thy desperate hand.
- Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art;
- Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote
- The unreasonable fury of a beast.
- Unseemly  woman in a seeming  man!
- And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both!
- Thou hast amazed me. By my holy order,
- I thought thy disposition better tempered.
- Hast thou slain Tybalt? Wilt thou slay thyself?
- Why railest thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth?
- Since birth and heaven and earth, all three do meet 
- In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.
- Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit,
- Which, like a userer, abound'st in all,
- And usest none in that true use indeed
- Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, they wit.
- Thy noble shape is but a form of wax ,
- Digressing from the valor of a man;
- Thy dear love sworn but hollow perjury,
- Killing that love which thou hast vowed to cherish;
- Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
- Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
- Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask ,
- Is set fire by thine own ignorance,
- And thou dismemb'red with thine own defense.
- What, rouse thee, man! Thy Juliet is alive,
- For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead.
- There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee,
- But thou slewest Tybalt. There art thou happy too.
- The law, that threat'ned death, becomes thy friend
- And turns it to exile. There art thou happy.
- A pack of blessings light upon thy back;
- Happiness courts thee in her best array;
- But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
- Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.
- Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
- Go get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
- Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her.
- But look thou stay not till the watch be set,
- For then thou canst not pass to Mantua,
- Where thou shalt live till we can find a time
- To blaze  your marriage, reconcile your friends,
- Beg pardon of the Prince, and call thee back
- With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
- Then thou went'st forth in lamentation.
- Go before, nurse. Commend me to thy lady,
- And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
- Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
- Romeo is coming.
1 inappropriate for time or place; improper in conduct
3 The soul comes from heaven, the body from earth; and they unite in man at his birth.
4 outward appearance
5 powder horn; a small flask of gunpowder carried by soldiers
6 announce; publish