Lyrics: Juliet, by Philip Seward

Juliet                                                                                          Music and Libretto by Philip Seward (b. 1960)

 

Adapted from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare

 

During the action of Romeo and Juliet, this scene could have taken place between the characters of the Nurse and Lady Capulet.  At rise the Nurse closes the doors to Juliet’s bedroom as she sleeps.  Lady Capulet arrives to find her daughter and the two begin to talk about the girl’s future.  Lady Capulet insists the girl honor her duty to her family and marry Paris, the man Lord Capulet has arranged for his only daughter to marry.  The Nurse, having spoken with Juliet, knows that she is in love with the family’s mortal enemy – a Montague boy by the name of Romeo.  As the Nurse delays Lady Capulet, she begins to realize what may be happening and pushes open the doors to the girl’s bedroom only to find the room empty.  Fate has had its way.

 


(The opera takes place one late afternoon in

Verona, 1594.  At rise, a room in the house of

Capulet, an antechamber to the bedroom of

Juliet.

 

The NURSE enters from Juliet’s bedroom

singing softly to herself.  She shuts the doors and

begins to tidy the room.)

 

NURSE

La, la, la sleep my little lamb, my ladybird.

La, la, la, God mark thee to his grace!

 

(Enter LADY CAPULET)

 

LADY CAPULET

Nurse, where is my daughter?

 

NURSE

Lady Capulet!  Your daughter sleeps.

She is resting, disturbed as she was

By the arrangement for her to marry Paris.

 

LADY CAPULET

Enough!  I pray thee, hold thy peace.

 

NURSE

M’lady, that she should marry

Is not the question,

But come Lammas-eve at night

She shall only be fourteen.

 

LADY CAPULET

At fourteen, on the threshold of marriage,

She shall honor her family’s wishes

To marry Paris; he who woos her gently.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

 

NURSE

And too soon marr’d are those so early made.

LADY CAPULET

Mind your position, Nurse.

She is my daughter, a Capulet.

She will do her duty.

 

NURSE

Beg pardon, m’lady,

She has only begun to discover life.

Paris is a fine man, but is he not older than she?

 

LADY CAPULET

My husband has given his consent.

She will honor her family.

 

NURSE

Yes, this very afternoon

She spoke of love to me.

Nearly fourteen, she knows her heart.

The prettiest babe that e’er I nursed

Grown into a loving, young woman.

 

LADY CAPULET

I remember seeing a Montague

I, a young girl and he a most beautiful man.

Should I live a thousand years,

I never will forget: “Come away” quoth he;

I was a pretty fool; I said, “Yes.”

 

My father knew better, God rest his soul;

He made a match with a Capulet –

A boy only, not yet stubble on his chin.

Not long thereafter, the Montague was dead

Caught up in this age old feud and I –

I knew my place, my duty, my honor.

 

Like generations before me,

I honored my father who made the match.

I answered the call to marital duty.

Now I live in a Capulet home . . .

I am a Capulet.

I am a Capulet.

She is a Capulet.

She will do as a Capulet should do.

 

NURSE (Aside)

His name is Romeo, and a Montague;

The only son of her great enemy.

Her only love sprung from her only hate!

Too early seen unknown, and known too late!

Prodigious birth of love – a power unknown

To love a loathed enemy and call him your own.

 

LADY CAPULET

What say you, Nurse?

 

NURSE

The babe I held in my arms,

Through nightmare and calm,

Sickness and health,

Is grown into a young woman.

A woman knows her heart.

 

LADY CAPULET

A woman knows her duty . . .

 

NURSE

. . . She knows her heart.

No longer a child,

She will not marry a man of wax.

 

LADY CAPULET

What say you, Nurse?

Tonight you shall behold Paris at our feast;

Read o’er the volume of young Paris’ face,

And find the delight writ there with beauty’s pen.

 

NURSE

For Lord Paris,

But where is it writ for my lady Juliet?

Where do you see her happiness?

 

LADY CAPULET

Nonsense!  A girl her age

Knows not her own feelings.

Like me before her,

She will be told by her father

The duty she owes to her house.

 

NURSE

A duty!  An honor!  What is that to marriage?

 

LADY CAPULET

Everything!  That is marriage.

 

NURSE

And what of the heart? Does Paris love her?

(Aside)

And the Montague boy,

Willing to forsake his name for love.

By any other name would Romeo be

A suitor suited for Verona to see.

In moonlight, in daylight, she loves him!

Her heart, so young in years,

So full with wisdom and love.

LADY CAPULET

She’ll learn love . . .

 

NURSE

She’s in love . . .

 

LADY CAPULET

It’s Paris she shall wed

 

NURSE (aside)

Nay, Romeo instead.

 

BOTH

A maiden knows what she must do

And married love will soon ensue

 

LADY CAPULET

. . . And Paris . . .

 

NURSE

(Inadvertently to LADY CAPULET)

. . . And Romeo . . .

 

LADY CAPULET

What!  What name did you utter?

 

NURSE

Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh . . .

Not a Montague . . .

 

LADY CAPULET

That boy – Romeo –

Does she know him?

 

NURSE

I cannot say, m’lady.

 

LADY CAPULET rushes to the bedroom

and opens the doors.  She screams; Juliet is

nowhere to be seen.

 

LADY CAPULET

Ah!  My daughter!

Where is my daughter?!

 

NURSE

I sent her to follow her heart.

 

End of the Opera