Star cross'd lovers #3

Chorus: Star cross'd lovers
Star cross'd lovers
(etc.)

Juliet: Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night

Juliet: Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night;
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night

Shame come to Romeo

Juliet: O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face!
Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave?
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
Despised substance of divinest show!

He hath dear Tybalt kill'd
But shall I speak my husband ill
I love him still but will
shame come to Romeo?

Nurse: There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men;
all perjured, all forsworn,
all naught, all dissemblers.

These griefs, these woes
These sorrows make me old
He's banished to the cold
Shame come to Romeo!

Juliet: Blister'd be thy tongue for such a wish!
Romeo was not born to shame:
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
O, what a beast was I to chide at him!

He hath dear Tybalt kill'd

Nurse: These griefs, these woes

Juliet: But shall I speak my husband ill

Nurse: These sorrows make me old

Juliet: I love him still but will

Nurse: He's banished to the cold

Juliet & Nurse: Shame come to Romeo!

Ensemble: Shame come to Romeo
Shame come to Romeo
(etc.)

Juliet: NO! NO!

Happy

Friar: Why rail'st 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.

(Chorus:) Rouse thee, man! thy Juliet's alive;
There art thou happy, Romeo.
Tybalt would kill thee, but now he's dead;
There art thou happy, too.
The law that threaten'd death is thy friend;
There art thou happy, Romeo.
Exile is thy only sentence then.
There art thou happy, Romeo.
There art thou happy, too.

Nurse: Stand up, stand up; stand, and you be a man
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?

Friar & Nurse: (Chorus)

Ensemble: (Chorus)

Ripe to be a bride (Reprise)

Capulet: My child is weeping for her cousins death
She is in woe with ev'ry single breath
To cheer her since dear tybalt lately died
I deem my daughter ripe to be a bride.

Capulet & Paris: My (your) child is weeping for her cousins death
She is in woe with ev'ry single breath
To cheer her since dear tybalt lately died
I (you) deem my (your) daughter ripe to be a bride.

Daylight / Starlight

Juliet: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
Not the lark.

Romeo: It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
I must be gone and live, or stay and die,
Stay and die.

(Chorus:)
Romeo & Juliet: Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I know.
Yon light must be starlight, I know it, I know it.

Juliet: It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
Torch-bearer.

Romeo: I have more care to stay than will to go.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so,
Wills it so.

Romeo & Juliet: (Chorus)
I fear it was the lark, I fear it was the lark.
(etc.)

Star cross'd lovers #4

Juliet: I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, myself have power to die.

Drink to thee

Juliet: What if it be a poison, which the friar subtly
Hath minister'd to have me dead, lest in this marriage he
Should be dishonor'd, because he married me
Before to Romeo?

(Chorus:)
I fear it, ay, and yet, methinks
I should not, for he hath still
Been tried a holy man, a holy man

How if, when I'm laid into the tomb I wake before
Before the time that Romeo come close to redeem me?
There's a fearful point! Shall I not, then, be
Stifled inside the vault?

(Chorus)

O, I see my cousin's ghost seeking out Romeo,
That did spit Tybalt's body out upon a rapier's point:
Stay, O, Tybalt, stay! Romeo, I come!
This do I drink to thee.

Melancholy Bells

Capulet: All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corpse

Paris: Beguiled, divorced, wronged and spited, slain!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

Nurse: O woe! O woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O !

Lady Capulet: Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!

Glooming peace

Prince: A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Ensemble: A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.