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To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of fin.

Enter lady Capulet. La.Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my help?

Jul. No, Madam; we have culld such necessarie; As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night fit up with you ; For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, In this so sudden business.

La. Cap. Good-night! Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [Exeunt. Jul. 2 Farewell !

2 Farewell! God knows when we shall

meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back again to comfort me :
Nurse!- What should she do here?
My dismal fcene I needs must act alone :
Come, phial
What if this mixture do not work at all,
3 Shall I of force be married to the Count? -
No, no;this shall forbid it.--Lie thou there

[Laying dozen a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath ministred, to have me dead ;
Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'a,
Because he married me before to Romeo ?
I fear it is : and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man:
+ I will not entertain so bad a thought.--

? This speech received considerable additions after the elder copy was published. STEEVENS.

? Shall I of force be married to the Count?] Thus the eldest quarto. Succeeding quarto's, and the folio read,

Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? Steevers. 4 I will not entertain so bad a thought.] This line I have restored from the quarto, 1597. STEEVENS.

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How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the tiine that Romeo
Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there be strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,
5 As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packt;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night, spirits resort.-
Alas, alas ! 6 it is not like that I
So early waking,—what with loathsome smells;
And shrieks, like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, 7 run mad-
Or, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Invironed with all these hideous fears,
And madly play with my

fore-fathers' joints, s As in a vault, &c.] This idea was probably supplied to our poet by his native place. The charnel at Stratford upon Avon is a very large one, and perhaps contains a greater number of bones than are to be found in any other repository of the same kind in England. - I was furnished with this anecdote by Mr. Murphy, whose very elegant and spirited defence of Shakespeare against the criticisms of Voltaire, is one of the least considerable out of many obligations which he has conferred the literary world. STEEVENS.

is it not like, that I] This speech is confused, and inconsequential, according to the disorder of Juliet's mind. Johns.

run mad-] So in Webster's Dutchess of Malfy, 1623. “ I have this night dig'd up a mandrake,

And am grown mad with't.” So in The Atheist's Tragedy, 1611.

• The cries of mandrakes never touch'd the ear

« With more sad horror than that voice does mine." Again, in A Christian turn'd Turk, 1612.

Ill rather give an ear to the black shrieks
Of mandrakes,&c. STEEVENS.

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And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his-shroud ?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point :Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws berself on the bed.

SC E N E IV.

Capulet's ball.

Enter lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

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

Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath

crow'd,
? The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica;
Spare not for coft.

Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go.
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow,
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere

now

All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your

time,
But I will watch you, from such watching, now.

[Exeunt lady Capulet and Nurse.

The curfeu bell-] I know not that the morning-bell is called the curfeu in any other place. JOHNSON,

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Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!– Now, fellow, What's there?

Enter three or four with spits, and logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know not

what. Cap. Make haste, make hafte! Sirrah, fetch drier

logs; Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cep. 'Mals, and well said; a merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head. --Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with musick straight,

[Play mufick. For so, he said, he would. I hear him near. Nurse! -wife!—what, ho! what, Nurse, I say!

Enter Nurse.
Go, waken Juliet ; go, and trim her up,
I'll
go

and chat with Paris. Hie, make hafte, Make hafte! the bride-groom he is come already. Make hafte, I say !

(Exeunt Capulet and Nurse, severally.

S C Ε Ν Ε V.
Juliet's chamber, Juliet on a bed.

Re-enter Nurse.
Nurse. Mistress!—what, mistress !-- Juliet !-Fast,

I warrant her:
Why, lamb!--why, lady!--Fie, you Nug-a-bed !-
Why, love, I say! Madain! - Sweet-heart! -

why, bride! What, ' not a word! You take your pennyworths

now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,

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The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That
you

shall rest but little. --God forgive meMarry, and amen!

-How sound is she aseep!
I must needs wake her:-Madam! madam! madam!
Ay, let the County take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be ?
What drest!' and in your cloachs !- and down again!
I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas !-help! help! my lady's dead !
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua-vitæ, ho! My lord ! my lady!

Enter lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What's the matter?
Nurse. Look, look !

-oh heavy day!
La. Cap. Oh me, oh me! my child, my only life!
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help!-call help.

Enter Capulet.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth :- her lord is

come.
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead! Alack

the day!

- set up his reft,] This expression, which is frequently employed by the old dramatick writers, is taken from the manner of firing the harquebuss. This was so heavy a gun, that the soldiers were obliged to carry a supporter called a reft, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to take aim. Decker uses it in his comedy of Old Fortunatus, 1600 :

set your heart at rest, for I have set up my reft,
“ that unless you can run swifter than a hart, home

you go not.'
The same expression occurs in Beaumont and Fletcher's Elder
Brother,

My reft is up,
“ Nor will í go less~" STEEVEN S.

Cap;

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