R&J Script 2

Orange: Nervous
Red: Angry
Blue: Happy

CAPULET
So many guests invite as here are writ.

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. (To the air)

We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?


(Nurse: Ay, forsooth.)


CAPULET
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.


(Nurse: See where she comes from shrift with merry look.)

Enter JULIET
(feels upset; hides the poison in her hand)

CAPULET
How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

JULIET
(drops her knees down to show her apology, pretends that she agrees with the marriage and obeys Capulet; feels really upset, because she may need to use death to save herself)

Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon:

Kneels down

pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

CAPULET
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.

JULIET
(use the impassive voice, because she has no hope, no love with Paris; feels upset, because this is not the love she wants)


I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.

CAPULET
(secretly smiling and cheering; he doesn’t want to show his happy and excited emotion, but he cannot control his smile; he is really happy, because Juliet agrees with his plan and she will leave him soon)


Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
Our whole city is much bound to him.

JULIET
(feels more upset, when she sees Capulet’s action; however, there’s no difference, so she hold her poison tightly)


Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

CAPULET
Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
All things shall be well
And I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow
(feels happy)

Exeunt Capulet

JULIET
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
(feels hopeless and prepares to die)

Exeunt
(ROUND 3 MINS)