Script

Capulet's orchard.

Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the balcony


Kate: JULIET  
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.


Chan: ROMEO
It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.


Kate:JULIET
Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.


Chan: ROMEO
Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.


Kate:JULIET
It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away!
Some say the lark makes sweet division;
Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes,
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

Chan: ROMEO
More light and light; more dark and dark our woes!

Kate:JULIET
Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

Chan: ROMEO
Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
(He goeth down)

Kate:JULIET
Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
Ere I again behold my Romeo!

Chan: ROMEO
Farewell!
I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Kate:JULIET
O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Chan: ROMEO
I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Kate:JULIET
O God, I have an ill-divining soul!
Methinks I see thee, now thou art below,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Chan: ROMEO
And trust me, love, in my eye so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!
Exit

Kate:JULIET
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him.
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.



Lines:--
Juliet 27
Romeo 24



Outfit ideas for Kat: Fluffy skirt that's has splashes of color to show youth with a top and sweater.
Romeo: no idea yet

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