1 Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
2 Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
3 Here sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir.
4 Stay not, be gone, live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bid thee run away.
5 He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did.
6 O find him, give this ring to my true knight, And bid him come to take his last farewell.
7 Commend me to thy lady, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto.
8 Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bid me enquire you out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself.
9 This letter he early bid me give his father, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.
10 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.
11 Then comes she to me, And with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
12 Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure.
13 Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse, and, as the custom is, And in her best array bear her to church; For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
14 Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; 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.