SCENE, changes to Capulet's Houfe. :

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and two or three Servants.

Cap. So many guefts invite, as here are writ:

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

Serv. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canft thou try them fo?

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, be gone.

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time:
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Nurfe. Ay, forfooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her; A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet.

Nurfe. See, where fhe comes from shrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my head-strong? where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin
Of disobedient opposition

To you and your Behefts; and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here,

And beg your pardon: Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap. Send for the Comtè, go, tell him of this,
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence' cell,
And gave him what becoming love I might,
Not ftepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up!
This is as't fhould be; let me fee the Comtè:
Ay, marry, go, I fay, and fetch him hither.

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Now,

Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar-
All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me to fort fuch needful ornaments
think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough.
Cap. Go nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-
[Exeunt Juliet and Nurfe.
La. Cap. We shall be short in our provifion;

As you

morrow.

"Tis now near night.

Cap. Tufh, I will flir about,

And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,

I'll not to bed to-night, let me alone :
I'll play the housewife for this once.

-What, ho!
They are all forth; well, I will walk myself
To Comté Paris, to prepare him up

Against to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is fo reclaim'd.

Jul.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Y, thofe attires are beft; but, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night:

For I have need of many orifons

To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my state,
Which, well thou know'ft, is crofs, and full of fin.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you bufy, do you need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our fate to-morrow:

So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night fit up with you:
For, I am fure, you have your hands full all,
In this fo fudden bufinefs.

La. Cap. Good-night,

Get

Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt.
Jul. Farewel-God knows, when we fhall 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.
Nurfe-what should the do here?

My difmal scene I needs must act alone:

Come, phial-What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I of force be marry'd to the Count?

No, no, this fhall forbid it; lie thou there

[Pointing to a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath miniftered, to have me dead,
Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?

1 fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath ftill been tried a holy man..
How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romes

Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be ftifled in the vault,

To whofe foul mouth no healthfom air breathes in,
And there be 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 thefe many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packt;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies feftring in his fhroud; where, as they fay,
At fome hours in the night fpirits refort--)
Alas, alas! is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathfom finells,
And fhrieks, like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
Or, if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,
(Invironed with all thefe hideous fears,)
And madly play with my fore-fathers' joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
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And

And in this rage, with fome great kinfman's bone,
As with a club, dafh out my defp'rate brains?
O look! methinks, I fee my cousin's ghoft
Seeking out Romeo, that did fpit his body
Upon a rapier's point.Stay, Tibalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws berfelf on the bed.

SCENE changes to Capulet's Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. HOld, take thefe keys and fetch more fpices,

nurfe.

Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.

Spare not for cost.

Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go;

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow,
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood

Now fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets.

Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte; firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.

Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter,

Çap

Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-good faith, 'tis day. The Comte will be here with mufick ftraight,

[Play mufick. For fo, he faid, he would. I hear him near. Nurfe,-wife,-what, ho! what, nurfe, I fay?

Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make hafte,
Make hafte, the bride-groom he is come already;
Make hafte, I fay. [Exe. Capulet and Nurfe, feverally.

SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed.

Re-enter Nurfe.

Nurse. MIftrefs, what, mistress! Juliet-Paft, I

warrant her.

Why, lamb-why, Lady-Fy, you flug-a-bed-
Why, love, I fay-Madam, fweet-heart-why, bride-
What, not a word! you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The Comte Paris hath fet up his reft,

That you fhall reft but little-God forgive me

Marry, and amen!

-How found is the asleep?

I muft needs wake her: Madam, madam, madam,
Ay, let the Comtè take you in your bed-

He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?

What dreft, and in your cloaths-and down again!
I muft 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-vita, ho! my Lord, my lady!

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What noife is here?
Narfe. O lamentable day!

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La. Cap.