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He shall not make me there a joyful bride. To have her 'match'd: and having now provided
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed

A gentleman of princely parentage,
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,-
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, And then to have a wretched puling fool,
Rather than Paris, — These are news indeed! A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so To answer - I'll not wed, - I cannot love,
yourself,

I am too young, - I pray you, pardon me!
And see how he will take it at your

hands,

But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you.
Enter CAPULET and Nurse.

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
But for the sunset of my brother's son,

Thursday is near;lay hand on heart, advise!
It rains downright.

An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears ? An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets, Evermore showering? in one little body

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good!
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Trust to’t, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Esi.
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark'thy body is, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Who, - raging with thy tears, and they with them, - 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Without a sudden calm, will overset

Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Thy tempest-tossed body. - How now, wife? Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

In that dim monument, where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Ay, sir! but she will none, she gives you La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word thanks,

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Esit. I would, the food were married to her grave! Jul. O God! Onurse! how shall this be prevented?

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife! My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? How shall that faith retárn again to earth,
Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd, Unless that husband send it me from heaven
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought

By leaving earth? - comfort me, counsel me!-
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagem?
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you Upon so soft a subject as myself! -
have:

What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of jos?
Proud can I never be of what I hate;

Some comfort, nurse!
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Nurse. 'Faith, here 'ris: Romeo
Cap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What is Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
this?

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge Foo;
Proud, --and, I thank you, and, I thank you not;— Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
And yet not proud.
Mistress minion, you,

Then, since the case so stands as now it dotb,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, I think it best you married with the county.
Bot settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, 0, he's a lovely gentleman!
To do with Paris to Saint Peter's church,

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an cagle, madam,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, boy baggage! As Paris liath. Beshrew my very heart, You tallow-face!

I think you are happy in this second match,
La. Cap. Fye, fye! what, are you mad?

For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Jul. Good father, 1 beseech you on my knees, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word ! As living here, and you no use of him.
Cap. Hang thee,young baggage! disobedient wretch!

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
I tell thee what, get thee to church o'Thursday, Nurse. From my soul too ;
Or never after look me in the face!

Or else beshrew them both.
Speak not, reply not, do not auswer me!

Jul. Amen!
My fingers itch. - Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, Nurse. To what?
That God had sent as but this only child;

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous maci. But now I see this one is one too much,

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

Having displeas'a 'my făther, to Laurence' cell, Out on her, hilding!

To make confession, and to be absolvid. Nurse. God in heaven bless her!

Nurse. Marry, I will! and this is wisely done. (Esi You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Jul. Ancient damnation! 0 most wicked fiend! Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Is it more sin - to wish me thus forsworn, Good prudence! smatter with your gossips, go! Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue, Nurse. I speak no treason.

Which she hath prais’d him with above compare Cap. 0, God ye good den!

So many thousand times? - Go, counsellor ; Nurse. May not one speak ?

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

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

If all else fail, myself have power to die.
For here we need it not.
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad! Day, night,

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Jate, 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

Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

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Par. My father Capulet will have it so; Which craves as desperate an execution,
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind : If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Uneven is the course, I like it not,

Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself; Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

A thing like death to chide away this shame, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,

From off the battlements of yonder tower;
To stop the inundation of her tears ;

Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk,
Which, too much minded by herself alone, Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears ;
May be put from her by society :

Or shat me nightly in a charnel-house, Now do you know the reason of this haste.

O’er cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

[Aside. Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Enter Juliet.

Things that to hear them told, have made me tremble; Par. Happily met, my lady, and my

wife!

And I will do it without fear or doubt,
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. Fri. Hold, then , go home, be merry, give consent
Jul. What must be shall be.

To marry Paris! Wednesday is to-morrow;
Fri. That's a certain text.

To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.

When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
Being spoke hehind your back, than to your face. His natural progress, but surcease to beat:
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
For it was bad enough, before their spite.

To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; report.

Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Shall stilf, and stark, and cold, appear like death : And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.-- Then (as the manner of our country is,)
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion!-

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you; Where all the kindred of the Cap
Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

[Exit Paris. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, And hither shall he come; and he and I. Come weep with me! Past hope, past cure, past Will watch thy waking, and that very night help!

Shall Romeo bear thee bence to Mantua. Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief ; And this shall free thee from this present shame; It strains me past the compass of my wits :

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Abate thy valour in the acting it. On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this, Fri. Hold! get you gone, be strong and prospe

Jul. Give me, Ogive me! tell me not of fear! Unless thou tell me how

may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, In this resolve! I'll send a friar with speed
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;

help afford! And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d,

(Exeunt. Shall be the label to another deed,

Farewell, dear father! Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

SCENE II.- A room in CAPULET's house. Turn to another, this shall slay them both : Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and SerGive me some present counsel; or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that,

[Exit Servant. Which the commission of thy years and art Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks! Could to no issue of true honour bring.

2 Serv. You shall have none ili, sir; for I'll try Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

if they can lick their fingers. If what thou speak'st speak pot of remedy.

Cup. How canst thon try them so ?
Fri. Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick

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(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nure. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! - Nos.

Enter Servants, with spite, logs, and baskets.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I kuoro

his own fingers; therefore he, that cannot lick his l'II call them back again to comfort me; – fingers, goes not with me.

Nurse! - What should she do here?
Cap. Go, begone! -

[Exit Servant. My dismal scene I needs mast act alone. -
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. Come, phial! -
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? What if this mistare do not work at all?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Must I of force be married to the county? Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on No, no!- this shall forbid it! – lie thoa there!her:

(Laying down a dagger

. A peevish self-willid harlotry it is.

What if it be a poison, which the triar
Enter JOLIET.

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, look.

Because he married me before to Romeo? Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not, been gadding?

For he hath still been tried a holy man: Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin I will not entertain so bad a thoughtOf disobedient opposition

How if, when I am laid into the tomb, To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd I wake before the time that Romeo By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! And beg your pardon. - Pardon, I beseech you! Shall I not then be stilled in the vault, Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes is, Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Or, if I live, is it not very like,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence cell; The horrible conceit of death and night,
And
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him what becomed lave I might, Together with the terror of the place, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, -stand up! Where, for these many hundred years

, the boses
This is as't should be. — Let me see the county ; of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither! Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
All our whole city is much bound to him.

At some hours in the night spirits resort ;~
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
To help me sort such needful ornaments

So early waking, — what with loathsome smells;
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-
enough.

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her! — we'll to church to- Environed with all these hideous fears?

[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. And madly play with my forefathers' joints? La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? 'Tis now near night.

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's beee Cap. Tush! I will stir about,

As with a elub, dash out my desperate brains

? And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife! O look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her!

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body I'll not to bed to-night! – let me alone!

Upon a rapier's point:- Stay, Tybalt

, stay! – I'll play the housewife for this once, What, ho !- Romeo, I come! 'this do I drink to thee! They are all forth! Well, I will walk myself

[She throws herself upon To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light,

SCENE IV. - CAPULet's hall. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. [Exeunt. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch pore

spices, nurse! SCENE III. — Jolier's chamber.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry Enter JULIET and Nurse,

Enter CAPOLET. Jul. Ay, those attires are best! -- But, gentle nurse, Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock ball I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

crow'd, For I have need of many orisons

The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. Spare not for cost. Enter Lady CAPULET.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go! La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my Get you to bed ! ' faith, you'll be sick to-morrow,

For this night's watching. Jul. No, madam ! we have cull'd such necessaries, Cap. No, not a whit! What! I have watch'd er As are behoved for our state to-morrow: So please yon, let me now be left alone,

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. And let the nurse this night sit up with you; For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

time: In this so sudden business.

But I will watch you from such watching now, La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest! for thou hast need!

(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. fellow, Jul. Farewell! – God knows, when we shall meet What's there?

again! I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life:

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Cap. Make haste, make haste! (E.xit 1 Serv.] – La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Sirrah, fetch drier logs!

Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreson! ha, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
Thou shalt be logger-head! — Good faith, 'tis day: Nurse. O woe! 0 woful, woful, woful day!
The county will be here with music straight, Most lamentable day! most woful day,

[Music within. That ever, ever, I did
For so he said he would. I hear him near: O day! O day!'o day! o hateful day!
Nurse! — Wife! — what, ho !- what, nurse, I say! Never was seen so black a day as this!
Enter Nurse.

O woful day, 0 woful day!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up!

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
and chat with Paris. — Hie, make haste, Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! –
Make haste, I say!

[Exeunt. O love! O life! - not life, but love in death!

Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!SCENE V. - Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed. Uncomfortable time! why cam’st thou vow Enter Nurse.

To murder murder our solemnity? – Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! - Juliet ! O child! 0 child!- my soul, and not my child! fast, I warrant her, she:

Dead art thou, dead! - alack! my child is dead! is Why, lamb! - why, lady! - fye, you slug-a-bed! - And with my child, my joys are buried ! Why, love, I say! - madara! - sweet-heart! -- why, Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not bride!

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself What, not a word?- you take your pennyworths now; Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, And all the better is it for the maid: The county Paris hath set up his rest,

Your part in her you could not keep from death; That you shall rest but little. — God forgive me, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! The most you sought was her promotion ; I needs must wake her :- Madum, madam, madam! For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: Ay, let the county take you in your bed ;

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, He'll fright you up, i'faith! – Will it not be? Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! O, in this love, you love your child so ill, I must needs wake you. – Lady! lady! lady! That you run mad, seeing that she is wel Alas! alas! - Help! help! my lady's dead! She's not well married, that lives married long; O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!

But she's best married, that dies married young. Some aqua-vitae, ho!- my lord ! my lady! Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Enter Lady CAPULET.

On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
La. Cap. What noise is here?

In all her best array bear her to church :
Nurse. 'o lamentable day!

For though fond nature bids us all lament,
La. Cap. What is the matter?

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
La. Cap. O me, 0 me!- my child, my only life, Turn from their office to black funeral:
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! - Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Help, help! - call help!

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Enter CAPULET.

Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ;
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth! her lord is come! Onr bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
Nurse. She’s dead, deceas’d, she's dead ! alack the And all things change them to the contrary,
day!

Fri. Sir, go you in, – and, madam, go with him!
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, And go, sir Paris ! every one prepare
she's dead!

To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Cap. Ha! let me see her! - Out, alas ! she's cold! The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stilf; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. Life and these lips have long been separated :

(Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

and Friar. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

gone. Nurse. O lamentable day!

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up! La. Cap. O woful time!

For, well you know, this is a pitiful case! 13. Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me

(Exit Nurse. wail,

i Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Ties op my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Enter Peter. Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians. Pet. Musicians, O musicians, Heart's ease, heart's Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? ease! O, an you will have me live, play -- heart's ease! Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :

1 Mus. Why heart's case ? son, the night before thy wedding day

Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays -Hath death lain with thy bride!--- See, there she lies, My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

damp, to comfort me. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ;

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Pet. You will not then?
And leave him all! life leaving, all is death's ! 2 Mus. No.

Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, Pet. I will then give it yon soundly.
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

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Pet. No, money, on my faith; but the gleek; I Bal. No, my good lord! will give you the minstrel,

Rom. No matter; get the gone! 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dag

(Exit Balthasar. ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll te Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night! you, I'll fa you. Do you note me?

Let's see for means ! - 0, mischief! thou art swift 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out I do remember an apothecary,

And hereabouts he dwells – whom late I noted Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, dagger. Answer me like men:

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones ;

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

An alligator stuil'd, and other skins
Then music, with her silver sound;

Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Why, silver sound? why,music with her silver sound? Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds

, What say you, Simon Catling?

Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? Noting this penury, to myself I said 2 Mus. I say —- silver sound, because musicians An if a man did need a poison now, sound for silver.

Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. 1 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;
Pet. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will And this same needy man must sell it me.
say for you. It is music with her silver sound, As I remember, this should be the house:
because such fellows as you have seldom gold for Being holiday, the beggur's shop is shut.-
sounding:

What, ho! apothecary!
Then music, with her silver sound,

Enter Apothecary.
With speedy help doth lend redress, Ap. Who calls so loud ?

(Exit singing Rom. Come hither, man! -- I see, that thou art poor; 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack ! Come, we'll in here; tarry A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. As will disperse itself through all the veins,

That the life-weary taker may fall dead;

And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
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As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
SCENE I, Mantua. A street.

Doth hurry from the fatal capnon's womb.
Enter ROMEO.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; bat Mantua's la
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Is death, to any he that utters them.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedus
My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne; And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's laz (Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to The world affords no law to make thee rich; think,)

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents

. That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Rom. I
pay thy poverty, and not thy will

.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, 4p. Pat this in any liquid thing you will
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! And drink it off'; and, if you had the strength
Enter BALTHASAR.

of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight News from Verona !-- How now, Balthasar ? Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's soks Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Doing more murders in this loathsome world, How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

I sell thee poison,' thou hast sold me pope.
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Farewell! huy food, and get thyself in flesh!
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument, To Juliet's grave, for there must i use thee ! (Eseuri
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

SCENE II.- Friar Laurence's cell.
And presently took post to tell it you:

Enter Friur Joux. O pardon me for bringing these ili news,

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, bo!
Since you did leave it for my office, sir !

Enter Friar LAUREXCE.
Rom. Is it even so ? then i defy you, stars !-- Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Joho
Thon know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, Welcome from Mantua! What says Romeo?
dod hire post-horses; I will hence to-night! Or, if his mind be writ

, give me his letter.
Bal. Pardon me, sir! I will not leave you thus : John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import One of our order, to associate me,
Some misadventure.

Here in this city risiting the sick,
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

And finding him, the searchers of the town, Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

Suspecting that we both were in a house Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

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