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And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up, Sojourn in Mantna ; I'll find out your man,
Every good hap to you, that chances here:
As if that name,
Give me thy hand'; 'tis late : farewell; good
[Ereunt. Doth iny name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack
SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House.
(Drawing his Sword.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris.
Look yon, she lov'd her kinstan Tybalt dearly;
And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die. --
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
In all espects by me; nay more, I doubt it not
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love ;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
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?
For hark you, 'Ty balt being slain so late,
Being our kinsman, if we revel minch:
Cap. Well, get you gone:- 0' Thursday be it The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy
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.
Enter Romeo and Juliet.
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,
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
Erit Nurse. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
I have more care to stay than will to go
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it 80.-
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away: Jul. Ay, madam, from the teach of these my
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-
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd
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. And joy comes well in such a needfal time:
La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,
child: Ere I again behold my Romeo.
One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter
(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,
Enter Capulet and Nurse.
But for the sunset of my brother's son,
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
Without a sudden calm will overset
you thanks. Which you weep for.
I would, the fool were married to her grave! Jul.
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.
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
O, he's a lovely gentleman !
Romeo's a dishcJout to him; an eagle, madam
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second mnaich
As living here, and you no use of him.
From my soul too
To what? My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd,
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous
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.
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.-
I'll to the triar, to know his remedy;
SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris.
To have her match'd': and having now provided Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing sliw, to slack his haste.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind;
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.
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;
'Faith, here 'tis: Romeo And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine,and thou hast slander'd it. Then (as the manner of our country is)
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
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
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
SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock
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,
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.
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
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 ;.
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!
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
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,
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord
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.