To stop the inundation of her teares. Which too much minded by her felfe alone, Now doe you know the reason of this hast? Fri. I would I knew not why it fhould be flowed. Looke fir here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter Iuliet. Par. Happily met my lady and my wife. Pa. That may be, muft be loue, on Thursday next. Fri. Thats a certaine text. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Being spoke behind your backe, then to your face. For it was bad inough before their spight. Pa. Thou wrongft it more then teares with that report. And what I spake, I fpake it to my face. Pa. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flaundred it. Iu. It may be fo, for it is not mine owne. Are you at leifure, holy father now, Or fhall I come to you at euening maffe? Fri. My leisure ferues me penfiue daughter now, My lord we muft intreat the time alone. Pa. Godshield, I should disturbe deuotion, Iuliet, Juliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee, Iu. O fhut the doore, and when thou haft done fo, It straines me past the compaffe of my wits, Iu. Tell me not frier that thou hearest of this, God ioynd my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt, Fri. Hold daughter, I doe spie a kind of hope, Thou haft the strength of will to flay thy felfe, A thing like death to chide away this shame, That coapft with death himselfe, to scape from it. Iu. Oh bid me leape, rather then marry Paris, Or walke in theeuifh waies, or bid me lurke And hide me with a dead man in his †. Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble, And I will doe it without feare or doubt, To liue an vnstaind wife to my fweet loue. Fri. Hold then, goe home, be merrie, giue confent, To marrie Paris: Wenfday is to morrow, To morrow night looke that thou lie alone, Shall stiffe and starke, and cold appeare like death; And then awake as from a pleasant sleepe. • chapleffe. + bis fproud. to paly. thy. Now Now when the bridegroome in the morning comes, In thy beft robes vncouered on the beere, lu. Giue me, giue me, O tell not me of feare. Fri. Hold get you gone, be ftrong and profperous In this refolue, Ile fend a frier with speed To Mantua with my letters to thy lord. Iu. Loue giue me ftrength, and ftrength fhall helpe afford; Farewell deare father. Exit. Enter father Capulet, mother, Nurse, and feruing men, two or three. Ca. So many guests inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cookes, Ser. You shall haue none ill fir, for Ile trie if they can licke their fingers. Ca. How canft thou trie them fo? Ser. Marrie fir, tis an ill cooke that canot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me. Ca. Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time: What is my daughter gone to frier Lawrence? Nur. I forfooth. Ca. Well he may chance to do fome good on her, Enter Iuliet. Nur. See where he comes from shrift with merrie looke. Of difobedient oppofition, To you and your behefts, and am enioynd Ca. Send for the countie, goe tell him of this, Ca. Why I am glad ont, this is well, stand vp, Iu. Nurfe, will you goe with me into my clofet, To helpe me fort fuch needful ornaments, As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow? Fa. Go nurse, go with her, weele to church to morrow. Mo. No not till Thursday, there is time inough. Mo. We shall be short in our prouifion, Tis now neare night. becommed. Exeunt. Fa. |