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And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up, Sojourn in Mantna ; I'll find out your man,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And he shall signify from time to time
And ihen falls down again.

Every good hap to you, that chances here:
Rom.

As if that name,

Give me thy hand'; 'tis late : farewell; good
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

night.
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, triar, tell me, It were a grief, so brief to pari with thee;
In what vile part of this anatomy

Farewell

[Ereunt. Doth iny name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack

SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House.
The hateful mansiou.

(Drawing his Sword.
Fri.
Hold thy desperate hand:

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou ait; Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
Thy lears are woman ish; thy wild acts denote That we have had no time to move our daughter;
The unreasonable fury of a beast :

Look yon, she lov'd her kinstan Tybalt dearly;
Unstemly woman, in a seeming inan!

And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die. --
Or ill beseeming beast, iu sveming both ! 'Tis very late, she'll not come down lo-night:
Thou hast amaz'd me : by my holy order, I promise you, but for your company,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Par. These times of wo afford no time to woo ,
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, Madam, good night : commend me to your
By doing lamned hale npon thyself!

danghter.
Why railst thou on thy birth, the heaven, and La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-
earth?

morrow :
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
ineet

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
In thee at once ; which thou at ouce would'st of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld
lose.

In all espects by me; nay more, I doubt it not
Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
wit ;

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love ;
Which, like a surer, abound'st in all,

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
And usest nove in that true use indeed

Bnt, soft; What day is this? Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Par.

Monday, my lord. Thy noble shape is tut a form of wax,

Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well Weduesday is Digressing from the valour of a man:

too soon, Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury, O' Thursday let it be; O'Thursday, tell her, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd che- She shall be married to this noble carl :rish:

Will you be ready ? do you like this haste?
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, We'll keep no great ano ;- a friend, or two:
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,

For hark you, 'Ty balt being slain so late,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask, It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,

Being our kinsman, if we revel minch:
And thou dismueniber'd with thine own defence. Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, And there an end. But what say you to Thurs.
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; day ?
There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-
But thou slew'st 'Tybalt; there art thou happy morrow.
too :

Cap. Well, get you gone:- 0' Thursday be it The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy

thenfriend,

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy : Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-A pack of blessings lights upon thy hack;

Farewell, my lord. --Light to my chamber, ho! Happiness courts thee in her best array ; Afore me, it is so very late, that we But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench, May call it early by and by :-Good night. Thou pout'st npon thy fortune and thy love:

(Exeunt Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.

SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;

Enter Romeo and Juliet.
But, look, thon stay not till the watch be set, Jul. Wilt thou le gone? it is not yet near day:
For then thou canst not pass to Mantna: It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time That piered the fearful hollow of thine ear;
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree :
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Than thou went'st forth in lameutation. No nightingale : look, love, wbat envious streaks
Go brfore, nurse: commend me to thy lady ; Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east :
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto : Stands tiptoe on the misty mommiain tops; Romeo is coming.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I : night,

It is some meteor that the sin exhales,
To hear goorl counsel : 0, what learning is - To he to thee this night a torch-bearer,
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid nie give you, Rom. Let me be talen, let me be put to death ;
sir :

I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye,

Erit Nurse. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Rom How well my comfort is reviv'rt by this ! Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
Fri. Go hence : Good night! and here stands The vaulty heaven so high above our heads;
all your state;

I have more care to stay than will to go
Either be gone before the watch he set,

Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it 80.-
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence : How is 'l, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day,

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Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away: Jul. Ay, madam, from the teach of these my
It is the lark that sings so out of lune,

hands.
Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's
Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;

death! This doth not so, for she divideth us :

La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear Some say the lark and loathed toad chang'd

thon pot: eyes ;

Then weep no more. I'll send to one in ManO, now I would they had chang'd voices too!

tua, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day. That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, 0, now be gone : more light and light it grows. That he shall soon keep 'Tybalt company : Rom. More light and light 2-more dark and And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. dark our woes.

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied

With Romeo, till I behold him-dead-
Enter Nurse.

Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd
Nurse. Madam!

Madam, if you could find out but a man Jul. Nurse ?

To bear a poison I would temper it; Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, chamber :

Soon sleep in quiet. -0, how my heart abhons The day Is broke; be wary, look about.

To hear him nam'd, -and cannot come to him,

(Exit Nurse. To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tyball Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Rom. Farewell, farewell one kiss, and I'll La Cap. Find thou the means, and t'll find descend. [Romeo descends.

such a man.
Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord ! my But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl
friend!

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needfal time:
I must hear from thee every day if the hour, What are ihey, I beseech your ladyship?
For in a minute there are many days:

La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,
O, by this count I shall be much in years,

child: Ere I again behold my Romeo.

One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Rom. Farewell ! I will omit ng opportunity Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again ? Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurs

day morn,
For sweet discourses in our time to come. The galánt, young, and noble gentleman,

Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb;

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter
Either iny eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. too,
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eyes so do you: He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! I wonder at this haste; that I'must wed

(Exit Romeo. Ere he, that shonld be husband, comes to Woo. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, fickle :

I will not marry yet : and when I do, I swear,
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortnne; Rather than Paris - These are news indeed!
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so
But send him back.

yourself,
La, Cap. (Within.) Ho, danghter ! are you up? And see how he will take it at your hands.
Jul. Who is 't that calls ? is ii my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?

Enter Capulet and Nurse.
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ?] Cap. When the sun sets the air doth drinle
Enter Lady Capulet.

But for the sunset of my brother's son,
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?

It rains downright.Jul.

Madam, I am not well. How now, a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's Ever more showering? In one little body denth?

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with For still thy eyes, which I'may call the sea, tears?

Do ebb and flow with tears, the bark thy body is, And if thou conld'st, thou could'st not make him Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; live ;

Who, raging with thy tears, and they with
Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much them,
of love:

Without a sudden calm will overset
But mnch of grief shows still some want of wit. Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife ?
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Have you deliver'd to her our decree?
La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the La Cap. Ay, sir ; but she will none, she gives
friend

you thanks. Which you weep for.

I would, the fool were married to her grave! Jul.

Feeling

so the loss, Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

wife. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weepst not so much How! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks for his death,

Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Unworthy as she is, that we have wronght Jul. What villain, madam!

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? La. Cap. 'That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, tha: Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.

you have; God pardon him ! I do with all my heart; Proud can I never be of what I hate : La. Cap. That is, because he traitor murderer Cap. How now' how now, chop-logick! Wat

But thankful even for hate, that is made love. lives.

is this?

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not ;

gage !

SCENE I.
ROMEO AND JULIET.

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Proud,
-and, I thank you, -and, 1 thank you Is banished ; and all the world to nothing,

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you
And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
But seitle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, I thing it best you married with the county.
To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither!

O, he's a lovely gentleman !
Out, you green sickness carrion ! out, you bag. Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,

Romeo's a dishcJout to him; an eagle, madam
You tallow face!

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
La Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad ? For it excels your first: or if it did not,

I think you are happy in this second mnaich
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Your first is dead : or 'were as good he were,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
Car. Hang thee, young baggagel disobedient Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

As living here, and you no use of him.
wretch !

Nurse.
I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, Or else beshrew them both.

From my soul too
Or never after look me in the face:

Jul.

Amen!
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me:

Nurse.

To what? My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd,

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous

much
That God had sent us but this only child ;
But now I see this one is one too inuch,

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
And that we have a curse in having her:

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
Out on her, hilding !

To make confession, and to be absolv'd.
Nurse.
God in heaven bless her!
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

(Exit.
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? Hold your Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn,

J:L. Ancient damnation ! O most wicked fiend! tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongrie Nurse. I speak no treason.

Which she hath prais'd bim with above compare Сар.

So many thousand times ?-Go, connsellor;

0, god ye good den! Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-
Nurse. May not one speak 1
Cap.
Peace, you mumbling fool! If all else fail, my self have power to die.

I'll to the triar, to know his remedy;
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

[Eril.
For here we need it not.
La. Cap.
You are too hot.

ACT IV.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day,
night, late, early,

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell.
At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Enter Friar Laurence and Paris.
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been

To have her match'd': and having now provided Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
A gentleman of princely parentage,

Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,

And I am nothing sliw, to slack his haste.
Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,

Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind;
Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,- Uneven is the course, I like it not.
And then to have a wretched puling fool,

Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's

death, ** A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer-I'll not wed, --I cannot love,

And therefore have I little talk'd of love ;

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. 1 I am too young, -I pray you, pardon me ;

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, Bit, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you ; Graze where you will, you shall not house with That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;

And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, me; Look to'l, think on't, I do not use to jest.

To stop the inundation of her tears;

Which, too much minded by herself alone, ** Thursday is near; Jay hand on heart, advise : An you be mine, I'll give yon to my friend;

May be put from her by society; * An yon be not, hang, beg, starve, die i the streets, Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be

Now do you know the reason of this haste. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,

slow'd. # Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

[Erit.

Enter Juliet.
Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!

Par. That may be, must be, love, on ThursDelay this marriage for a month, a week ;

day next. Or, if yon do not, make the bridal bed

Jul. What must be shall he. In ihai dim monument where Tybalt lies.

That's a certain text. Copy La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a

Par. Come you to make confession to this word;

father? Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. [E.tit.

Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. O God l-O nurse ! how shall this be pre Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Jul. Ill do so, it will be of more price, How shall that faith return again to earth, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Unless that hushand send it me from heaven

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.

tears. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise strat. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that;

For it was bad enough before their spite. Upon so soft a subject as myself ?

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy ? that report. Some comfort, nurse.

Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth;
Nurse.

'Faith, here 'tis: Romeo And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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Par. Thy face is mine,and thou hast slander'd it. Then (as the manner of our country is)
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. In thy best rubes uncover'd on the bier,
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Fri My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, In the mean time against thou shalt awake,
now:-

Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; My lord, we must entreat the time alone. And hither shall he come; and he and I Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion :- Will watch thy waking, and that very night Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantoa. Till then, adieu ! and keep this holy kiss. [Erit. And this shall free thee from this present shame; Jul. o, shut the door and when thou hast If no unconstant toy, or womanish fear, done so,

Abate thy valour in the acting it. Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. help!

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;

perous It strains me past the compass of niy wits :

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. On Thursday next be married to this county: Jul. Love, give me strength and strength Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, shall help afford Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Farewell, dear father!

(Eseunt If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call iny resolution wise,

SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House And with this knife I'll help it presently.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our

Servants 'hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ

[Erit Servant. Shall be the label' to another deed,

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try Turn to another, this shall slay them hoth :

if they can lick their fingers. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Cup. How canst thou try them so ? Give me some present counsel ; or, behold

2 Serv. Marry sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot "Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that

lick his fingers, goes not with me. Which the commission of thy years and art

Cap. Go, begone.

(Erit Servant Could to no issue of true honour bring.

We shall be much unfurnished for this timeBe not so long to speak; I long to die,

What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? If what thon speak'st speak not of remedy.

Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good Which craves as desperate an execution

on her: As that is desperate which we would prevent. Sf, rather than to marry county Paris,

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is Thou hast the strength of will to slay ihyself;

Enter Juliet. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with A thing like death to chide away this shame,

merry look. That copist with death himself to scape from it;

Cap. How now, my headstrong? where hars And, if ihon dar'et, I'll give thee remedy.

you been gadding ? Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sia From off the battlements of yonder tower ;

or disobedient opposition Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk To you, and your beheets; and am enjoin'd Where serpents are; chain ine with roaring bears; By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

And beg your pardon -Pardon, I beseech you! O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. bones,

Cap. Send for the county: go tell him of this; With reeky'shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; I'll have this knot kpit up to morrow morning Or bid me go into a new made grave,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence call; And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; And gave him what becomed love I might, Things that, to hear them told, have made me Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. tremble;

Cap. Why, I am glad on't ; this is well, -stand And I will do it without fear or doubt,

up : To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

This is as't should be.-Let me see the county : Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con- Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. sent

Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, To marry Paris ; Wednesday is to-morrow; All our whole city is much bound to him. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber; To help me sort such needful ornaments Take thou this phial, being then in bed, As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? And this distilled liquor drink thou off;

La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is te When presently, through all thy veins shall run enough. A cold and drowsy huinour, which shall seize Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to cherch Each vital spirit, for no pulse shall keep

to-morrow.

Errunt Juliet and Nu His natural progress, but surcease to beat : La. Cap We shall be short in our provision; No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; 'Tis now near night. The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Сар.

Tush! I will stir about, To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows tall,

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wit Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ; Each part depriv'd of supple government,

I'll not to bed to-night ;--let me alone; Shall, stiff, and stark and cold, appear like death : I'll play the housewife for this once. -What, bo And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself 'Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,

To county Paris, to prepare him up And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Against to-morrow : my heart is wondrous ligt. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Since this same wayward girl is so reclaiind To rouse thec from thy bed, there art thou dead : 1

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SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Capulet.
Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock
Jul. Ay, those attires are best :—But, gentle The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-

hath crow'd, nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to night;

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : For I have need of many or isons

Spare not for cost. To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

La. Cap.

Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of'sin. Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow

For this night's watching.
Enter Lady Capulet.

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd

ere now La Cap. What, are you busy ? do you need all night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Jul. No, madam ; we have cull'd such neces

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in saries

your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now. As are behoveful for our state to-morrow;

[Erit Lady Capulet. So please you, let me now be left alone,

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !--Now, And let the nurse this night sit up with you ;.

fellow,
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.

What's there?
La. Cap.

Good night!

Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know [Ereunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

not what. Jul. Farewell I-God knows, when we shall Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Erit 1 Serv. meet again.

-Sirrah, fetch drier logs; . I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. That almost freezes up the heat of life:

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, I'll call them back again to comtort me:

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

(Erit. Nurse - What should she do here?

Cap. Mass, and well said ; A merry whore. My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

son ! ha, Come, phial.

Thou shalt be logger-bead. -Good faith, 'tis day: What if this mixture do not work at all ?

The county will be here with musick straight. Must I of force be married to the county ?

(Musick within. No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.-- For so he said he would. I hear him near :

(Laying down a dagger. Nurse |--Wife !-what ho !-what, nurse, I say! What if it be a poison, which ihe friar

Enter Nurse. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up: Because he married me before to Romeo ? I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, I lear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,

Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: For he hath still been tried a holy man:

Make haste, I say !

[Exeunt. I will not entertain so bad a thought.

SCENE V. How it, when I am laid into the tomb,

Juliet's Chamber ; Juliet on the Bed. I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

Enter Nurse. Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress -Juliet lTo whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes fast, I warrant her, she :in,

Why, lamb! why, lady :-fie, you slug-a bed ! And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Why, love, I say !--madam! sweet-heart ; why, Or, if I live, is it not very like,

bride! The horrible conceit of death and night, What, not a word ?—you take your pennyworths Together with the terror of the place,

now; As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones The county Paris hath set up his rest, Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd';

That you shall rest but little.--God forgive me, Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Lies fest'ring in his shrond; where, as they say, I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, ma. At some hours in the night spirits resort;

dam! Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

Ay, let the county take you in yonr bed ;, So early waking-what with loathsome smells, He'll fright you up, i' faith. -Will it not be? And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the What, drest! and in your clothes! and down earth,

again! That living mortals hearing them run mad;-- I must needs wake yon: Lady! lady! lady! 0! if I wake, shall. I not be distraught, Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead !Environed with all these hideous fears!

O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--my lord ! my lay!
And pluck the mangled 'Tybalt from his shroud ?

Enter Lady Capulet.
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's
bone,

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse.

O lamentable day As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? 0, look! methinks, I see my coisin's ghost

La. Cap. What is the matter ?

Nurse. Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Look, look! O heavy day

La. Cap. O me, O me!--my child, my only life,
Upon a rapier's poine :--Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee !
[She throws herself on the bed. Help, help!-call help.

Enter Capulet.
SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

is come. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead : alack spices, nurse.

the day! Nurse. They call for dates and qninces in the La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's pastry.

| Exit Nurse. dead, she's dead.

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