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To stop the inundation of her tears;
Fri. [Aside.~\ I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. — Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.
Jul. What must be shall be.
Fri. That's a certain text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this father?
Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you that I love him.
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your backj than to your face.
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite.
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. —
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter now. — My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Far. God shield I should disturb devotion ! — Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
Jul. O, 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 grief;
Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Fri. Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. 0, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of any tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that to hear them told have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Fri. Hold, then: go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then, as the manner of our country is,
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come, [and he and I
Will watch thy waking,] and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, give me! 0, tell me not of fear.
Fri. Hold; get you gone: be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father. \_Exewit.
Enter Captjlet, Lady Captjlet. Nurse, and Servants.
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. —
[_Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire, me twenty cunning cooks.
2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'M try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore, he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
Cap. Go, begone. — [Exit Servant.
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. —
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry look.
Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon. — Pardon, I beseech you: Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the County: go tell him of this. I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, —stand up: This is as 't should be. — Let me see the County: Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. — Now, afore God, this rev'rend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.