And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries,
And then falls down again.
Rom.

As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman.-O tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth ny name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion. [Drawing his Sword.
Fri.
Hold thy desperate hand:
Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art;
Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonable fury of a beast;
Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!
Or ill beseeming beast, in seeming both!
Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd.
Hast thou slain Tybalt wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and
earth?

Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do
meet

In thee at once; which thou at once would'st

lose.

Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy
wit;

Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all,
And usest noue in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man:
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to
rish:

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good
night.

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee;
Farewell

[Exeunt.
SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daughter;
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly;
And so did I;-Well, we were born to die.--
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Par. These times of wo afford no time to woo, Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.

La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to

morrow:

To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
But, soft; What day is this?
Par.
Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday ha! ha! Well Wednesday is
too soon,

O' Thursday let it be; O' Thursday, tell her,
che-She shall be married to this noble earl:-
Will you be ready? do you like this haste?
We'll keep no great ado-a friend, or two:-
For hark you, Ty balt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thurs
day?

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Misshapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy

too :

The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy
friend,

And turns it to exile; there art thou happy:
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love:
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
Romeo is coming..

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the
night,

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to

morrow.

Cap. Well, get you gone:-O' Thursday be it then

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-
Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me, it is so very late, that we

May call it early by and by :-Good night.
[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Romeo and Juliet.

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

Rom. 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.
Jul. Yon light is not daylight, 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.
Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye,
[Exit Nurse.'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 80.-;
How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day,

To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !-
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you,
sir:

Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!
Fri. Go hence: Good night! and here stands
all your state;

Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence:

Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away:
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,,
Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.
Some say, the lark makes sweet division;
This doth not so, for she divideth us:

Some say the lark and loathed toad chang'd

eyes;

O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!
Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.
Rom. More light and light 7-more dark and

dark our woes.

Nurse. Madam !
Jul. Nurse?

Enter Nurse.

Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.

'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death!

La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not:

Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Man-
tua,-

Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,-
That shall bestow on him so sure a draught,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company:
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied."
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him-dead-
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:-
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison I would temper it;

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,

chamber:

The day is broke; be wary, look about.
[Exit Nurse.
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out.
Rom. Farewell, farewell one kiss, and I'll
[Romeo descends.
Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my
friend!

descend.

I must hear from thee every day i' the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall

serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Jul. 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 eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale.
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eyes so do you:
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu!
[Exit Romeo.
Jul. 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.

La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither?
Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?
Jul.
Madam, I am not well.
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's
death?

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with
tears?

And if thou conld'st, thou could'st not make him live;

Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much
of love:

But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the
friend

Which you weep for.

Jul.

Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much
for his death,

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
Jul. What villain, madam!
La. Cap.
That same villain, Romeo.
Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.
God pardon him! I do with all my heart;
And yet no man like he, doth grieve my heart.
La Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer
lives.

Soon sleep in quiet.-O, how my heart abhors
To hear him nam'd,-and cannot come to him,-
To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find

such a man.

But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time:
What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,
child:

One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurs
day morn,

The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter
too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo.
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
I will not marry yet: and when I do, I swear,
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Rather than Paris:-These are news indeed!
La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so
yourself,

And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. When the sun sets the air doth drizzle
dew;

But for the sunset of my brother's son,
It rains downright.-
How now, a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?
Ever more showering? In one little body
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:
For still thy eyes, which I'may call the sea,
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs;
Who, raging with thy tears, and they with
them,-

Without a sudden calm will overset

Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife?
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives
you thanks.

I would, the fool were married to her grave!
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you,
wife.

How! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks?
Is she not proud? doth she not count her bless'd,
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?!
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that
you have;

Proud can I never be of what I hate;
But thankful even for hate, that is made love.
Cap. How now! how now, chop-logick! Wha
is this?

SCENE I.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

Proud, and, I thank you,-and, I thank you
not;

And yet not proud-Mistress minion, you,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

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Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you
Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth."
I thing it best you married with the county.
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 dishclout to him; an eagle, madam;

gage!

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You tallow face!
La. Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient

wretch!

I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me:
My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us
bless'd,

That God had sent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding!
Nurse.

God in heaven bless her!-
You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom 7 Hold your
tongue,

O, god ye good den!

Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Cap.
Nurse. May not one speak?
Cap.
Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
For here we need it not.
La. Cap.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day,
night, late, early,

You are too hot.

At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd': and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,

Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

For it excels your first: or if it did not,
I think you are happy in this second match
Your first is dead: or 'twere as good he were,
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
As living here, and you no use of him.

Or else beshrew them both.
Nurse.

Jul.

From my soul too

Amen!

Nurse.
To what?
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous
much.

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession, and to be absolv'd.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
[Exit.
Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn,
Jul Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-
So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor;
If all else fail, myself have power to die.
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;

ACT IV.

SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris.

[Exil.

Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.
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,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer-I'll not wed,-I cannot love,

I am too young, I pray you, pardon me;-Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you;
Graze where you will, you shall not house with

me;

Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise :
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
An yon be not,hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets,
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good:
Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn.
[Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a
word;

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

Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thurs-
day next.

Jul. What must be shall be.
Fri.
That's a certain text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this
father?

Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.
Jul. Ifl do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your back,than to your face.
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with

To marry Paris; Wednesday is to-morrow;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber;
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off;'
When presently, throngh all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit, for no pulse shall keep
His natural progress, but surcease to beat:
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part depriv'd of supple government,
Shall,stiff,and stark,and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

Then (as the manner of our country is)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy, or womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength
shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father!

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ[Erit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cup. How canst thou try them so ?

2 Serv. Marry sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot
lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot
lick his fingers, goes not with me.

Cap. Go, begone.-
[Exit Servant
We shall be much unfurnished for this time.-
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good

Enter Capulet.

SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle

nurse,

I pray thee, leave me to myself to night;
For I have need of many orisons

To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin,

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need iny help?

Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such neces

saries

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow;
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.
Good night!

La. Cap.
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Jul. Farewell!-God knows, when we shall
meet again.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me :-
Nurse-What should she do here?

My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
Come, phial.-

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Must I of force be married to the county ?-
No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.-
[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,

Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man:
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes
in,

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,

The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,-
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;-
Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

So early waking,-what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the
earth,

That living mortals hearing them run mad ;-
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears!
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's
bone,

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!-
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the bed.

SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more
spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the
pastry.
[Exit Nurse.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-
hath crow'd,
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.
La. Cap.
Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

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

ere now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in
your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now.
[Exit Lady Capulet.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now,
fellow,
What's there?

Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets.
1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know
not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste.

-Sirrah, fetch drier logs;

[Exit 1 Serv.

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.
Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore-

son! ha,
Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day:
The county will be here with musick straight.
[Musick within.
For so he said he would. I hear him near-
Nurse !-Wife!-what ho!-what, nurse, I say
Enter Nurse.

I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste,
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Why, lamb! why, lady ;-fie, you slug-a bed!Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart; why, bride!

What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths

now;

Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant
The county Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, ma.

dam!

Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down
again!

I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas-Help! help! my lady's dead!-
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!-
Some aqua-vite, ho!-my lord! my lady!
Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What noise is here ?
Nurse.
O lamentable day
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.
Look, look! O heavy day
La. Cap. O me, O me !-my child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee !-
Help, help!-call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead: alack the day!

La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead.