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Fri. I'll give thee armor to keep off that word: Fye, fye! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. And usest none in that true use indeed

Rom. Yet banished !--Hang up philosophy! Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom,

Digressing from the valor of a man: It helps not, it prevails not, -talk no more.

Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish:
Rom. How should they, when that wise men Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
have no eyes?

Mis-sbapen in the conduct of ihem both,
Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost Is set on tire by thine own ignorance,
not feel :

And thou dismember'd with thine own defence Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love,

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,

For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead, Doting like me, and like me banished,

There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear But thou slew'st Tybalt; ihere art thou happy too: thy hair,

The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And fall upon the ground as I do now,

And turns it to exíle; there art thou happy: Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Fri. Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy- Happiness courts thee in her best array; selt.

[Knucking within. But, like a nis-behav'd and sullen wench, Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy lore: groans,

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Mist-like, intold me from the search of eyes. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,

{ Knocking. Ascend her chamber, hence, and comfort her; Fri. Hark, how they knock!-Who's there!-- But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Romeo, arise :

For then thou canst not pass to Mantua; Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a while:-stand up; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time

(Knocking. To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back What wiliulness is this !-I come, I come.

With twenty hundred thousand times more joy

[Knocking. Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.Who knocks so hard? Whence come you? what's Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady ; your will ?

Aud bid her hasten all the house to bed, Nurse: [Within.] Let me come in, and you shall Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto: know my errand;

Romeo is coming. I come from Lady Juliet.

Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the Fri. Welcome then.

night, Enter Nurse.

To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !

My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar,

Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ?

Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir: Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Enrit. made drunk.

Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by inis! Nurse. 0, he is even in my mistress' case,

Fri. Go hence: good-night: and here stands all Just in her case !

your state;5 Fri, O woeful sympathy!

Either be gone before the watch be set, Piteous predicament.

Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence: Nurse. Even so lies she,

Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber- And he shall signify from time to time ing:

Every good hap to you, that chances here: Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man: Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good-night. For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, Why should you fall into so deep an O?

It were a grief, so briet to part with thee: Rom. Nurse!


(Exeunt. Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-Well, death's the end of all.

SCENE IV-A Room in Capulet's House. Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Does not she think me an old murderer,

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and Paris. Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy With blood remov'd but little from her own!

Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, Where is she? and how doth she? and what says Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

That we have had no time to move our daughter. My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love? Nurse. 0, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and And so did I;-Well, we were born to die. weeps;

"Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,

I promise you, but for your company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
And Tybalt calls; and then on Romco cries,
And then down falls again.

Pur. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Rom.

As if that name,

Madam, good-night:commend me to your daughter. Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

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

morrow; Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me,

To-night she's mew'd6 up to her heaviness. In what vile part of this anatomy

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Doth my nanie lodge ? tell me, that I may sack

Of my child's love: I think, she will be ruld The baiefui mansion. [ Drawing his Sword. In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it out Fri. Hold thy desperate hand:

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Art thou a man? thy form cries out, ihou art;

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextThe unreasonable fury of a beast.

But soit: what day is this?'

Par. Unseemnly woman, in a seeming man!

Monday, my lord. Or ili-beseeming beast, in seeming both !

Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

soon; I thought thy disposition betier temper'd.

O'Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her, Hast thou sláin Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?

She shall be married to this noble earl: And slay thy lady tou that lives in thee,

Will you be ready ? do you like this haste ? By doing damned hate upon thyseli?

We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two: Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet • The whole of your fortune depends on this. In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose.

1 Bold.

• Shut up

It may be thought we held him carelessly,

That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune: Being our kinsman, if we revel much:

For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep himn long, Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, But send him back. And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? La. Cup. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were io- Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother ? morrow.

Is she not down so late, or up so early? Cap. Well, get you gone:-0' Thursday be it What unaccustom'd cause procures3 her hither? then

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.- La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?
Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho!


Madam, I am not well. Afore me, it is so very late, that we

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's May call it early by and by:-Good-night. (Exeunt.


What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber.


An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Enter Romeo and JULIET.

Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

love; It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

But much of grief shows still some want of wit. That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:

La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

friend, Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Which you weep for. No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Jul.

Feeling so the loss, Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops;

for his death, I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Jul. What villain, madam ? It is some meteor that the sun exhales,

La. Cap.

That same villain, Romeo. To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. And light thee on thy way to Mantua:

God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart.

Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

lives, I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,

Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow !8

hands. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat 'Would, none but I might'venge my cousin's death! The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:

La. Cup. We will have vengeance for it, tear I have more care to stay, than will to go ;

thou not: Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in ManHow is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.

tua,Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;

Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,It is the lark that sings so out of tune,

That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;'

And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. This doth not so, for she divideth us:

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satistied Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes: With Romeo, till I behold him-deadO, now I would they had changed voices 100; Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Madam, if you could find out but a man Hunting thee hence with hunts-up’ to the day. To bear a poison, I would temper it; O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Rom. More light and ght !--more dark and Soon sleep in quiet.-0, how my heart abhors dark our woes.

To hear him named,-and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Enter Nurse.

Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
Nurse. Madam!

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such Jul. Nurse?

a man. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your But now, I'll tell thee joyful tidings, gel. chamber:

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful The day is broke; be wary, look about. · (Exit.

time: Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de- La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, scend. (Romeo descends.

child; Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, friend!

Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. For in a minute there are many days:

Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? 0! by this count I shall be much in years,

La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday Ere I again behold my Romeo.

morn, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That gallant, young, and noble gentleman, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Jul, 0, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter serve

too, For sweet discourses in our time to come.

He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul:

I wonder at this haste: that I must wed Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,

Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear,

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you: It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! Rather than Paris :- These are news indeed!

(Exit ROMEO La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so Jul. O fortune! fortune! all men call thee tickle:

yourself, If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him

And see how he will take it at your hands. • Reflection of the moon.

• Inclination.

Enter CAPULET and Nurse. · Division was the technical phrase for musical compo sition.

Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; 9 A tube played to wake hunters; also a morning song

But for the sunset of my brother's sun, to a woman the day after marriage.

• Brings.

It rains downright.

Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? And then to have a wretched puling tool, Ever more showering; in one little body

A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sca, a wind:

To answer-P'll nut well, I cannot love, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, I am too young;-I pray you, pardon me ;Do ebb and How with tears; the bark thy body is, But, an you will noi wed, I'll pardon you: Sailing in this salt tood; the winds, thy sighs; Graze where you will, you shall not house with me: Who,-raying with thy tears, and they with them,-- Look to't, thík on't, I do not use to jest. Without a sudden calm, will overset

Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : Thy teinpest-tossed body.--How now, wife? An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i’ the streets, Lu. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, you thanks.

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : I would, the fool were married to her grave! Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Ea it Cup. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, wite.

That sees into the bottom of my griet? How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd, Delay this marriage, for a month, a week: Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought

Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom ? In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankiul, that you La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a have:

word: Proud can I never be of what I hate;

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Erit But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Jul. O Godo nurse! how shall this be pree Cup. How now! how now, chop-logic! What

vented ? is this?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Proud,--and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not;- How shall that faith return again to earth, And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you, Unless that husband send it me from heaven Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, By leaving earth ?-Comfort me, counsel me.But settle your tine joints 'gainst Thursday next, Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,

Upon so soit a subject as myself! Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! Some comfort, nurse. You tallow-face!


Faith, here 'tis: Romeo La. Cap. Fye, fye, what, are you mad? Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,

jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you
Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Or, if he do, it needs must lie by stealth.
Cup. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

I think it best you married with the county.
I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, 0, he's a lovely gentleman!
Or never after look me in the face:

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me:

Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, bless'd,

I think you are happy in this second match, That God had sent us but this only child :

For it excels your first: or if it did not, But now I see this one is one too much,

Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, And that we have a curse in having her:

As living here and you no use of him.
Out on her, hilding !"

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
God in heaven bless her! Nurse.

From my soul too, You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Or else beshrew them both. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your Jul.

Amen! tongue,


To what? Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Nurse. I speak no treason.

much. Cap.

0, God ye good-den? Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. May not one speak?

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, Cap.

Peace, you mumbling fool! To make confession, and to be absolvid. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. For here we need it not.

(Eril. You are too hot.

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked tiend! Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn, night, late, early,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Which she hath prais'd him with above compare
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been So many thousand times? Go, counsellor;
To have her matched : and having now provided Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-
A gentleman of princely parentage,

I'll to the friar, to know his reinedy ;
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, If all else tail, myselí have power to die.
Stuff'd (as they say) with honorable parts,


La. Cap.


SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

To stop the inundation of her ters;
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Paris.

Which, too much minded by herself alone,

May be put from her by society:
Fri. On 'Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

(Aside. Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind; Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Uneven is the course; I like it not. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,

Enter JULIET. And therefore have I little talk'd of love,

Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wise. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;

next. And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,

Jul. What must be shall be.
Base woman.


That's a certain text

Par. Come you to make confession to this father? | Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Par. Do not deny to hiin, that you love me. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Then, (as the manner of our country is,)
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, For it was bad enough before their spite.

Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift: Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with And hither shall hé comc; and he and I that report.

Will watch thy waking, and that very night Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

And this shall free thee from this present shame; Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- Abate thy valor in the acting it. Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Jul. Gíve me, I give me! tell me not of fear. Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed now:

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion!

help afford. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Farewell, dear father.

[Exeunt. Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

(Exit PARIS. SCENE II.- A Room in Capulet's House. Jul.0, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help!


Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy griet;
It strains me past the compass of my wits;

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it,

(Exit Servant. On Thursday next, be married to this county,

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

if they can lick their fingers. If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

Cap. How canst thou try them so? Do thou but call my resolution wise,

2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot And with this knife I'll help it presently.

lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick God joind my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; his fingers, goes not with me. And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Cap. Go, begone.

[Exit Servants. Shall be the label to another deed,

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? Turn to another, this shall slay them both :

Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: Give me some present counsel; or, behold,

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Enter JULIET. Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with Which the commission of thy years and art

merry look. Could to no issue of true honor bring.

Cap. How now, my headstrong ? where have you Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

been gadding? If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Of disobedient opposition
Which craves as desperate an execution

To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd
As that is desperate which we would prevent. By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
If, rather than to marry county Paris,

And beg your pardon :--Pardon, I beseech you !
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. Send for the county: go tell him of this; A thing like death to chide away this shame, I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. That cop'st with death himself to sca pe from it; Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

And gave him what becomeds love I might, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. From off the battlements of yonder tower;

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, -stand Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears, This is as't should be.-Let me see the county:

up: Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; All our whole city is much bound to him. Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;

To help me sort such needful ornaments Things that, to hear them told, have made me

As you think fit to furnish me to morrow? tremble;

La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time And I will do it without fear or doubt,

enough. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:--we'll to church Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow;

La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

'Tis now near night. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :


Tush! I will stir about, Take thou this phial, being then in bed,

And all things shall be well, I warrant thce, wife: And this distilled liquor drink thou off:

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; When, presently, through all thy veins shall run

I'll not to bed to-night ;- let me alone; A cold and drowsy humor, which shall seize

I'll play the housewife, for this once.- What, ho! Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep

They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself His natural progress, but surcease to beat:

To county Paris, to prepare him up No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;

Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

(Exeunt. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

SCENE III.-Juliet's Chamber.
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death:

Enter JULIET and Nurse. And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Jul. Ay, those attires are best: – But, gentle • Decide the struggle between me and my distresses.

nurse, • Authority or power.


• Becoming

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

Cap. No, not a whit: What! I have watch'd ere For I have need of many orisons

Now To move the heavens to smile upon my state, All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in Enter LADY CAPULET.

your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need

(Exeunt LADY CAPulet and Nurse. help?

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! - Now, Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such neces


What's there?
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,

Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskels. And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

what. In this so sudden business.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.} La. Cap. Good-night!

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

(Ereunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Jul. Farewell :--God knows when we shall meet And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Eril. again.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said: A merry whoreson ! I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

ha, That almost freezes up the heat of life:

Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day: I'll call them back again to comfort me;

The county will be here with music straight, Nurse!-What should she do here?

[Music within My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

For so he said he would. I hear hiin near:Come, phial.

Nurse !-Wife !-what, ho !-what, nurse, I say! What if this mixture do not work at all?

Enter Nurse.
Must I of force be married to the county ?-
No, no;- This shall forbid it:-lie thou there.-

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
(Laying down a Dagger. Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:

I'll go and chat with Paris :--Hie, make haste, What if it be a poison, which the friar

Make haste, I say. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

(Exeunt. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor'd, Because he married me before to Romeo ?

SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not;

Enter Nurse.
For he hath still been tried a holy man:
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress !--Juliet !-fast, How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,

I warrant her, she:I wake before the time that Romeo

Why, lamb! why, lady! - fye, you slug-aCome to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

bed! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

Why, love, I say !-madam!-sweetheart!-why, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,

bride! And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths Or, if I live, is it not very like,

now; The horrible conceit of death and night,

Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warrant, Together with the terror of the place,

The county Paris hath set up his rest, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

That you shall rest but little.--God forgive me, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones

(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d;

I needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, madam! Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,

Ay, let the county take you in your bed; Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, He'll fright you up, i' faith. - Will it not be ? At some hours in the night, spirits resort;

What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

I nust needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! So early waking,-what with loathsome smells,

Alas! alas!-Help! help! my lady's dead! And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,

O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;

Some aqua vitæ, ho!-my lord, my lady! 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?

La. Cap. What noise is here?

O lamentable day!
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,

La. Cap. What is the matter? As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?


Look, look! O heavy day! 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost

La. Cap. O me, 0 me!--my child, my only life, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Upon a ra pier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!

Help, help!-call help. Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

Enter CAPULET. [She throws herself on the Bed.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall.

Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

the day!

La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

she's dead. spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates, and quinces in the

Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's cold;

Her blood is settled, and her joints are stift: pastry.3

Life and these lips have long been separated : Enter CAPULET.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. crow'd,

Accursed time! unfortunate old man! The curfeu-bell hath rung, tis three o'clock:

Nurse. O lamentable day! Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:

La. Cap.

O woeful time! Spare not for cost.

Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

me wail, Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. For this night's watching.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Paris, with Musi. • Prayers.

cians. ' The fabulous accounts of the plant called mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and say that, when it is

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ! toru from the ground, it groans, which is fatal to him Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: that pulls it up.

O son, the night before thy wedding-day • Distracted.

• The room where pies were made. Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she lies,


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