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SCENE III.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost

not feel : Enter Friar LAURENCE and Romeo.

Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, Fri. Romeo, come forth ; comé forth, thou An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, fearful man ;

Doting like me, and like me banished, AMiction is enamour'd of thy parts,

Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear And thou art wedded to calamity.

thy hair, Rom. Father, what news ? what is the prince's And fall upon the ground, as I do now, doom?

Taking the measure of an unmade grave What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand, Fri. Arise ; one knocks; good Romeo, hide That I yet know not?


(Knocking within. Fri. Too familiar

Rom. Not I, unless the breath of beart-sick Is my dear son with such sour company :

groans, I bring thce tidings of the prince's doom. Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Rom. What less than doomsday is the prince's

(Knocking. doom?

Fri. Hark, how they kuock I-Who's there ?Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his

Romeo, arise ; lips,

Thou wilt be taken :-Stay a wbile : stand up; Not body's death, but body's banishment.

[Knocking. Rom. Ha! banishment? be merciful, say-Run to my study :-By and by :-God's will! death :

What wilfuluess is this?-1 coine, I come. For exile hath more terror in his look,

(Knocking. Much more than death : do not say-banish- Who knocks so hard ? whence come you ? what's ment.

your will? Fri. Hence from Verona art thion banished: Nurse. (Within.] Let me come in, and you Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

shall know my errand; Rom. There is no world without Verona I come from lady Juliet. walls,

Fri. Welcome then. But purgatory, torture, hell itself.

Enter NURSE. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world, And world's exile is death :then banishment Nurse. O holy friar, ( tell me, holy friar, Is death inisterm’d: calling death banishinent, Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? Thou cut'st my head off with a golden are, Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me.

made drunk. Fri. O deadly sin ! O rude uuthankfulness !

Nurse. O he is even in my mistress' case, Thy fault our law calls death ; but the kind Just in her case ! prince,

Fri. O woeful sympathy !
Taking tuy pari, hath rush'd aside the law, Piteollis predicament !
And turnid that black word death to banish- Nurse. Even so lies sbe,

Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubber This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not.

ing : Rom. 'Tis torture, and not mercy : hcaren is Stand up, stand up : stand, an you be a man: here,

For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand; Where Juliet lives; and every cat, and dog, Why should you fall into so deep an 03 And little mouse, every unworthy thing,

Rom, Nurse ! Live here in heaven, and may look on her,

Nurse. Ah Sir! ah Sir!-Well, death's the But Roureo may not. - More validity,"

end of all. More honourable state, more courtship lives Rom. Spak’st thou of Juliet? how is it with In carrion dies, than Romeo : they may seize

her ? On the white wonder of dear Juliet's land,

Doth she not think me an old murderer. And steal immortal biessing from her lips ;

Now I have staind the childhood of our joy Who, even in pure and vestal modesty,

With blood removed but little from her own ? Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin ;

Where is she? and how doth she ? and what says But Romeo may not; he is banished:

My conceal’d Jady to our cancel'd love? Flies may do this, when I from this must fly ; Nurse. O she says nothing, Sir, but weeps and They are free men, but I am banished.

weeps; And say'st thou yet, t'at exile is not death? And now falls on her bed ; and then starts ap, Hadst thou no pois un mix’d, no sharp-ground And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, knife,

And then down falls again. No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean,

Rom. As if that name, But-banished-to will me: banished ?

Sbot from the deadly level of a gun, O friar, the damued use that word in bell;

Did murder her ; as that name's cursed hand Howlings attend it: How hast thou the heart,

Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,

In what vile part of this anatomy A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'a,

Doth my name lodge ? tell me, that I may sack To mangle me, with that word-bauishinent ?

The hateful mansion. (Drawing his suord. Fri. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak

Fri. Hold thy desperate hand : a word.

Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Rom 0 thou wilt speak again of banish- Thy tears are womauish: thy wild acts denote ment.

The unreasonable fury of a beast : Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep of that Uuseeinly woman, in a seeming man! word!

Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both ! Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy,

Thou last amaz’d me : by my holy order, To comfort thee, though thou art banished. I thought thy disposition better temper'd.

Rom. Yet banished ?-Hang up philosophy! Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyselft Unless philosophy can make a Juliet,

And slay thy lady too that lives in thee, Displaut a town, reverse a prince's doom ; By doing damned hate upon thyself 1 It helps not, it prevails nol-talk no inore. Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and Fri 0 then I see that madmen have no

earth? ears.

Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do Rom. How should they, when that wise men

ineet have no eyes?

In thee at once ; which thou at once wouldst lose. Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Fie, fie! thou sham'st thy shape, thy love, thy • Worth value.

Which, like an isurer, abound'st in all,


Scene IV.

And usest none in that true use indeed

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate • Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy

tender wit.

Of my child's love : I think, she will be ruld Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it uot.
Digressing from the valour of a man :

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow purjury, Acquaint hier here of my son Paris' love ;
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to Aud bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday

Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, But, soft ; What day is this?
Mis-sbapen in the conduct of them both,

Par. Monday, my lord. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,

Cap. Monday! ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,

too soon,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. • O'Thursday let it be ;-o'Thursday, tell her,
Wbat, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, She shall be married to this noble earl:
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Will you be ready? do you like this haste ?
There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two :-
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

It may be thought we beld him carelessly,
The law, that threaten's death, becomes thy friend, Being our kinsman, if we revel much :
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy : Therefore we'll have some bali a dozen friends,
A pack of blessings liglits upon thy back ;

And there an end. But what say you to Thurs-
Happiness courts thee in her best array ;

day? But, like a mis-bebav'd and sullen wench,

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were toThou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love :

Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O'Thursday be it
Go, get tbee to thy love, as was decreed,

then :-
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her ; Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
But look thou stay not till the watch be set, Prepare her, wife', against this wedding day.-
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ;

Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho!
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Atore me, it is so very late, that we
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, May call it early by and by :-Good night.
Bez pardon of the prince, and call thee back

With twenty hundred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-

SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber. Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady ;

Enter ROMEO and JULIET. And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto : Jul. Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near Romeo is coming.

day : Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all It was the nightingale, and not the lark, the night,

That pierc'd the tearful bollow of thine ear: To hear good counsel: Oh! what learning is !- Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Roir. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to

Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, chide,

No nightingale : look, love, what envious streals Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring she bid me give yon, Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Sir:

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops :

[Erit NURSE. 1 must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I :
this !

It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
Fri. Go hence: Good night ; and here stands To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
all your state ; +

Aud light thee on thy way to Mantua : Either be gone before the watch be set,

Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence : Rom. Let ine be ta’en, let me be put to death; Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man, I am content, so thou wilt have it so. And he shall siguily, from time to time,

I'll say, von grey is not the morning's eye, Every good hrap to you that chances here: 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; + Give me thy haud ; 'tis late : farewell; good Nor that is not the lark, whose uotes do beat night.

The vaulty heaven so bigb above our heads : Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, I have more care I to stay, than will to go ;It were a grief, so breit to part with thee : Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it Farewell.



How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.
SCENE IV-A Room in CAPOLET'S House. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;

It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Paris. Straining harsb discords, and unpleasing sharps.

Cap. Things have fallen out, Sir, so unluckily, Some say, the lark makes sweet division ; ý
That we have bad no time to move our daugh- This doth not so, for she divideth us :
ter :

Some say, the lark and loathed toad change
Look you, she lov'd her kinsmau Tybalt dearly,

eyes ; And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.- O now I would they bad chang'd voices too! 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-uight: Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, I promise you, but for your company,

Hunting thee hence with hunts-up | to the day. I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

O now be gone ; more light and light it grows.
Par. These times of woe allord no time to Rom. More light and light ?.-nore dark and

dark our woes.
Madam, good night : commend me to your

Enter NURSE.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to- Nurse. Madain !

Jul. Nurse ?
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviuess.


+ Reflection of the moon. 1 Inclination.

6 Division was the technical • Torn to pieces with thine own weapone. phrase for musical composition. + The whole of your fortune depends on this.

A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning 1 Shut up song to a woman the day after marriage.

2 K


up ?

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your | Madam, if you could and out but a man chamber :

To hear a poison, I would temper it, The day is broke ; be wary, look about.

That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,

(Erit NURSE. Soon sleep in quiet.-0, how my heart abhors Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life to hear him nam’d, -and cannot come to ont.

him,Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt descend.

(ROMEO descends. Upon his body that hath slaughter'd bim! Jul. Art thou gone 80 ? my love ! my lord: La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find my friend?

such a man. I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. For in a minute there are many days :

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful Oh! by this count I shall be much in years,

time: Ere I again behold my Romeo.

What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Rom. Farewell! I will omit po opportunity La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful faThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

ther, child ; Jul. 0 think'st thou we shall ever meet One, who, to put thee from thy beavinėss, again?

Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for.

Jul. Madam, in happy time what day is For sweet discourses in our time to come.

that ? Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next ThursMethinks I see thee, now thou art below,

day morn, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb :

The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. you:

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu ! adieu !


(Exit Romeo. He shall not make ine there a joyful bride. Jul. O fortune, fortunel all men call thee I wonder at this baste ; that I must wed fickle :

Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him I pray you, tell my lord and father, inadam, That is renown's for faith? Be tickle, fortune; I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,

It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hale, But send him back.

Rather than Paris : -These are news indeed ! La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter ! are you La. Cap. Here comes your father : tell him

so yourself. Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mo- and see bow he will take it at your hands.

ther? Is she not down so late, or up so early ?

Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Wbat unaccustom'd cause procures * berhi. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle ther 3

But for the sunset of my brother's son, (dew;

It rains downright.-

How now ? a conduit, girl ? what, still in tears ! La. Cap. Why, low now, Juliet ?

Evermore showering ? in one little body Jul. Madam, I am not well.

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, death?

(tears? | Do ebb and flow with tears ; the bark thy body is What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with Sailing in this salt tlood; the winds, thy sighs ; An if' thou couldst, thou couldst not make bim Who,-raging with tby tears, and they with

them,Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much Without a sudden calm, will overset of love ;

Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife : But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Have you delivered to ber our decree ?

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. Ay, Sir ; but she will none, she La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not

gives you thanks. the friend

I would, the fool were married to her grave! Which you weep for.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. How! will she none? doth she not give us La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much

thanks 3 for his death,

Is she not proud ? doth she not count her As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

bless'd, Jul. What villain, madam ?

Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom ! Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Jul. Not proud, you have ; but thankful, that God pardon him ! I do, with all my heart;

you have : And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart; Proud can I never be of what I hate ; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor mur. But thankful even for bate, that is meant lore. derer lives.

Cap. How now ! how now, chop-logic! What sul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my

is this hands.

(death? Proud, -and, I thank you,-and, I thank you 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's

not; La. Car. We will bave vengeance for it, fear And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you, thou not:

(tua,- | Tbank me no thankings, nor proud me no Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Man

prouds, Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,- But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, That he sball soon keep Tybalt company : Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thitber. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Out, you green-sickness carrion i out, you baggage, Jul. Indeed I never shall be satisfied

You tallow-face ! With Romeo, till I behold him-dead

La, Cap. Fie, fie ! what, are you mad ? Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :- Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my

knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

live ;

you, wife.

• Brings.

Ca;, Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, wretch |

[day, As living here and you no use of bim. I tell thee what,--get thee to church o'Thurs. Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or never after look me in the face :

Nurse. From my soul too ; Speak not, reply not, do not answer me :

Or else besbrew them both. My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us Jul. Amen! bless'd,

Nurse. To what? That God had sent us but this only child ; Jul. Well, thou bast comforted me marvel. But now I see this one is one too much,

lous much. And that we have a curse in having her: Go in ; and tell my lady I am gone, Out on ber, hilding ! *

Having displeas'a iny father, to Laurence' cell, Vurse. God in heaven bless her!

To make confession, and to be absolv'd. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? bold your

(Exit. tongne,

Jul. Ancient damnation! 0 most wicked Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

fiend! Nurse. I speak no treason.

Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Cap. 0! God ye good den!

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Nurse. May not one speak ?

Which she hath prais'd him with above comCap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

pare Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor ; For here we need it not.

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be La, Cap. You are too hot.

twain.Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad : Day, I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ; night, late, early,

If all else fail, myself bave power to die. At home, abroad, alone, in company,

(Erit.. Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been To have her match'd : and baving now pro.

vided A gentleman of princely parentage,

or fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stoffd (as they say,) with honourable parts,

Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,
And then to have a wretched puling fool,

Enter Friar LAURENCE, and Paris.
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Fri. On Thursday, Sir ? the time is very
To answer-I'll not wed, I cannot love,

short. I am too young,-I pray you, pardon me ;- Par. My father Capulet will have it so ; But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you : And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Graze where you will, you shall not house with Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mne :

mind : Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Uneven is the course, I like it not. Thursday is near ; lay band on heart, advise : Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybali's An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend ;

death, An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the And therefore have I little talk'd of love ; streets,

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. And, in his wisdom bastes our marriage,

[Exit. To stop the inundation of her tears ; Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Wbich, too much minded by herself alone, That sees into the bottom of my grief ?

May be put from her by society : O sweet my mother, cast me not away!

Now do you know the reason of this haste. Delay this marriage for a month, a week ;

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed


[Aside. la that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Look, Sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;

Enter JULIET. Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife !

(Erit. Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a Jul. O God !-O nurse! how shall this be

wise. prevented ?

Par. That may be, must be, love, on ThursMy bosband is on earth, my faith in heaven ;

day next. How shall that faith return again to earth,

Jul. What must be shall be. Upless that husband send it me from heaven Fri. That's a certain text. By leaving earth ?-Comfort me, counsel me.- Par. Come you to make confession to this Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stra

father? tagems

Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Upon go soft a subject as myself!

Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Wbat say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy ? Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Some comfort, nurse.

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Is banished ; and all the world to Lothing,

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge Being spoke behind your back, than to your you;

face. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

tears. I think it best you married with the county. Jul. The tears have got small victory by Oh! he's a lovely gentleman !

that ; Romeo's a dishclout to him ; an eagle, madam, For it was bad enough, before their spite. Hath not so green, 80 quick, so fair an eye, Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with As Paris bath. Besbrew my very heart,

that report. 1 tbiok you happy in this second match,

Jul. That is no slander, Sir, that is a truth; For it excels your first; or if it did not, And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast skud. • Base woman.

der'd it.



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 Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?


(dead : Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Torouse thee from thy bed, there ari tbou now :

Then (as the manner of our country is,) My lord, we must entreat the time alone. In thy best robes lincover'd on the bier, Par. God shield, I should disturb devo- Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, tion!

Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, Till then, adieu ! and keep this holy kiss. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;

(Erit Paris. And hither shall be come: and he and I Jul. O sbut the door! and when thou hast Will watch thy waking, and that very night done so,

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, And this shall free thee from this present shame ; past help!

If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Fri. Ah ! Juliet, I already know thy grief ; Abate thy valour iu tbe acting it. It strains me past the compass of my wits : Jul. Give me, I give me! tell me not of fear. I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Fri. Hold ; get you gone, be strong and On Thursday next be married to this county.

prosperous Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thon bear'st of In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed this,

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Jul. Love, give ine strength and strength If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

shall help afford. Do thou but call my resolution wise,

Farewell, dear father.

(Ereunt. And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET's House,

hands : And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and Shall be the label to another deed,

SERVANTS. Oriny true heart with treacherous revolt

Cap. So many guests invite as here are Turn to another, this shall slay them both :


(Erit SERVANT. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Sirrah, go bíre me twenty cunning cooks. Give me some present cousel; or, behold, 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife try if they can lick their fingers. Shall play the umpire; * arbitrating that

Cap. How canst thou try them so ? Which the commission t of thy years and art 2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that can Could to no issue of true honour bring.

not lick his own fingers: therefore he that Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Cap. Go, begone.

(Exit SERTANT. Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.-Which craves as desperate an execution (hope, What is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? As that is desperate which we would prevent. Nurse. Ay, forsooth. if, rather than to marry county Paris,

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself;

on her: Then is likely, thou wilt undertake

peevish If-will'd harlotry it is. A thing like death to chide away this slame,

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Nurse. See, where she comes from sbrif. Júl. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

with merry look. From off the battlements of yonder tower;

Cup. How now, my headstrong? where have Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

you been gadding? Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, (bears; of disobedient opposition

(sin O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling to you and your behests ; t and am enjoin'd bones,

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate bere, With reeky sbanks, and yellow chapless sculls ; And beg your pardon :-Pardou, I beseech Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. [you! And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; Cap. Send for the county; go tell bion of Things that, to hear them told, have made me

this ;

[ing. tremble :

I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow mornAnd I will do it without fear or doubt,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' To live an uustain'd wise to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give And gave him what becomed I love I might, consent

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. To marry Paris ; Wednesday is to-morrow; Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : This is as't should be.-Let me see the county ; Take thou this phial, being theu in bed,

Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.And this distilled liquor drivk ibou off: Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, When, presently, through all thy veius shall run All our whole city is much bound to bím. A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my Each vital spirit ; for no pulse shall keep

closet, His natural progress, but aurcease to beat : To help me sort such needful ornaments No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is To paly asbes; thy eyes' windows fall,

time epough. Like death when he ebuts up the day of life; Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-We'll to church Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

to-Inorrow. Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like

[Exeunt JULIET and NURSE. death :

La. Cap. We sball be short in our provision ; And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death 'Tis now near night. Thou shalt reinaiu full two and forty hours, Cap. Tush! I will stir about,

(wife :

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee • De cide the struggle between me and my distresses. + Authort y or power.

. Confession. + Commands. Becoming

cell ;

stand up :

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