Stage Play
Stage Play
Stage Play
The roles
Romeo- Christian
Juliet- Precious
Mercutio- Audrick
Nurse- Hannah
Tybalt- Johnwell
Capulet- Mikhael
NURSE
DAVE
GLORIA
(whispering to Juliet)
TYBALT
What, dares the slave 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.
CAPULET
TYBALT
TYBALT
'Tis he.
CAPULET
Content thee gentle coz, let him alone. I would not for the wealth of all this town Here in my
house do him disparagement. Therefore be patient; take no note of him.
TYBALT
. CAPULET
He shall be endured! (slapping Tybalt viciously) What, goodman boy! I say he shall! Go to.
CAPULET
CAPULET
CAPULET
ROMEO
Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
ROMEO
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.
JULIET
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this.For
saints have hands that pilgrim's hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
ROMEO
JULIET
(a gentle scolding)
ROMEO
O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do, They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
JULIET
ROMEO
He kisses her.
ROMEO (CONT.)
JULIET
ROMEO
He kisses her.
JULIET
NURSE
NURSE (CONT.)
Come, let's away.
ROMEO
Is she a Capulet?
NURSE
His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy.
MERCUTIO
ROMEO
Ay so I fear,
ROMEO (CONT.)
The Roles
Romeo- Erson
Mercutio- Audrick
Tybalt- Johnwell
Benvolio- Vincent
MERCUTIO
Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern, claps me his
sword upon the table and says 'God send me no need of thee!' (he hands Benvolio his gun) and by the
operation of the second cup draws him on the drawer, when indeed there is no need.
BENVOLIO
MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO
And but one word with one of us? Couple it with something. Make it a word and a...
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
...blow.
TYBALT
(furious)
that, sir,
(clutching at his
side arm)
MERCUTIO
(a breathy, coquettish
voice)
TYBALT
MERCUTIO
Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? And thou make minstrels of us look to hear
nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick.
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
(barking at Tybalt)
Zounds,
(goading him to go
consort!
BENVOLIO
Either withdraw unto some private place. Or reason coldly of your grievances. Here all eyes
gaze on us.
MERCUTIO
Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze. I will not budge for no man's
pleasure, I.
TYBALT
TYBALT
afford
TYBALT (CONT.)
ROMEO
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.
TYBALT
Boy, this shall not excuse the Injuries That thou hast done me!
TYBALT
(yelling)
ROMEO
I never injured thee, And so, good Capulet, which name I Tender As dearly as mine own...
ROMEO (CONT.)
...be satisfied.
...and throws it at Tybalt's feet.
MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
TYBALT
MERCUTIO
(avoiding)
TYBALT
I am for you.
ROMEO
ABRA
Away Tybalt!
BENVOLIO
MERCUTIO
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
A scratch!
ROMEO
Courage, man. The hurt cannot be much.
MERCUTIO
'Twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man.
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
Why the devil came you between us? I was hurt under your arm .Romeo starts to register the
panic in Mercutio's eyes.
ROMEO
MERCUTIO
A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.
MERCUTIO (CONT.)
(a silent whisper)
Your houses!
BENVOLIO
Mercutio is dead!
ROMEO
Oh sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper softened valor's
steel!
ROMEO (CONT.)
TYBALT
ROMEO
(with frightening intensity)
ROMEO (CONT.)
MERCUTIO (V/O)
COP
ROMEO
O, I am fortune's fool!
JULIET
O honey nurse, what news?
JULIET
Nurse!
NURSE
I am aweary, give me leave awhile. Fie, how my bones ache. What a jaunce have I.
JULIET
I would thou hadst my bones and I thy news.
JULIET
Nay come, I pray thee, speak: good; good Nurse, speak.
NURSE
Jesu, what haste. Can you not staysawhile? Can you not see I am out of breath?
JULIET
How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath!
Is the news good or bad? Answer to that.
NURSE
Well, you have made a simple choice. You know not how to choose a man. Romeo? No, not
he. Though his face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels all men's and for a hand and a foot
and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are past compare. He's not the flower of
courtesy, but I'll warrant him as gentle as a lamb. Go thy ways, wench, serve God. What, have you
dined at home?
JULIET
No, no. But all this I did know before. What says he of our marriage? What of that
NURSE
Lord how my head aches! What a head have I: My back -
NURSE (CONT.)
o' t'other side - ah, my back! Beshrew your heart for sending me about To catch my death
with jauncing up and down.
JULIET
I'faith I am sorry that thou art
not well.
Sweet, sweet, sweet Nurse, tell me,
what says my love?
NURSE
Your love says like an honest gentleman, And a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome,
And I warrant a virtuous - Where is your mother?
JULIET
Where is my mother? How oddly thou repliest! 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman,
"Where is your mother"'!
NURSE
O God's lady dear are you so hot? Henceforth do your messages yourself.
JULIET
Here's such a coil! COME WHAT SAYS ROMEO?
NURSE
have you got leave to go to confession today?
JULIET
I have.
NURSE
Then hie you hence to Father Laurence cell. There stays a husband to make you a wife!
FATHER LAURENCE
These violent delights have violent ends!
FATHER LAURENCE (CONT.)
The sweetest honey Is loathsome in its own deliciousness, Therefore love moderately.
JULIET
Good afternoon to my ghostly confessor.
FATHER LAURENCE
(dryly)
Romeo shall thank thee, daughter,
for us both.
JULIET
Tell me not, Father, that thou
hearest of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may
prevent it.
FATHER LAURENCE
It strains me past the compass of
my wits.
JULIET
(desperately)
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this I'll help it
presently!
FATHER LAURENCE
Hold daughter!
JULIET
(through tears)
Be not so long to speak. I lone to die!
FATHER LAURENCE
I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would
prevent. If, rather than marry Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then it is likely thou wilt undertake A
thing like death...
ROMEO
How now, Balthasar?
ROMEO (CONT.)
Dost thou not bring me letters from the Priest? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How doth my lady Juliet? That I
ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well.
BALTHASAR
Then she is well and nothing can be ill. Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, And her immortal part with
angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault.
ROMEO
Is it e'en so?
ROMEO
Then I defy you stars.
ROMEO
I will hence tonight.
BALTHASAR
Have patience...
ROMEO
Leave me!
BALTHASAR
Your looks are pale and wild and do import Some misadventure.
ROMEO
(with cold serenity)
Tush, thou art deceived.
(a niggling thought)
Hast thou no letters to me from the Priest?
ROMEO
No matter - I will hence tonight.
ROMEO
Well Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.
O my love, my wife, Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty,
Thou art not conquered. Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not
advanced there.
ROMEO (CONT.)
Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe that unsubstantial deathIs amorous and keeps thee
here in dark To be his paramour? For fear of that I still will stay with thee. Here, oh here Will I set up my everlasting
rest And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
ROMEO (CONT.)
Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a
righteous kiss...
ROMEO (CONT.)
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
ROMEO (CONT.)
(fighting for breath)
O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick.
JULIET
Oh Romeo, what's here?
JULIET (CONT.)
Drunk all, and left No friendly drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips. Haply some poison yet doth hang on
them To make me die with a restorative.
JULIET (CONT.)
(a heart-broken whisper)
Thy lips are warm.
ROMEO
Thus with a kiss I die.
JULIET
Romeo. O' my true love Romeo.
THE END