Par. God shield I should disturb devotion ! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. [Exit. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! done so, Fri. L. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou hands; 51 our 60 And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. 70 A thing like death to chide away this shame, 81 Ful. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And I will do it without fear or doubt, Fri. L. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; ΙΙΟ 120 Jul. Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! Fri. L. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed [Exeunt. SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. [Exit First Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Sec. Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? Sec. Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. [Exit Sec. Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Go, be gone. IO Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Enter JULIET. Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? ful. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd 20 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. 30 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 reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. Сар. Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; 41 I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. SCENE III. Juliet's chamber. Enter JULIET and Nurse. [Exeunt. La. Cap. Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Jul. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 20 What if this mixture do not work at all? 30 Shall I not, then, be stified in the vault, The horrible conceit of death and night, 4I 50 So early waking, what with loathsome smells, SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house. 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 curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Nurse. Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. 10 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. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets. Now, fellow, What's there? First Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit First Serv.] Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Sec. Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, 21 For so he said he would: I hear him near. [Music within. Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; SCENE V. Juliet's chamber. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Some aqua vitæ, ho! My lord! my lady! La. Cap. What noise is here? 10 O lamentable day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help. Enter CAPULET. 20 Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! Cap. Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; 30 Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musi cians. Fri. L. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw 50 Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! Most detestable death, by thee beguiled, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death! Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now 60 O child! O child! my soul, and not my child! Fri. L. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not 70 In these confusions. Heaven and yourself 80 Cap. All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. Fri. L. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; 90 Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.' First Mus. Why 'Heart's ease"? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not, then? First Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. First Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel. First Mus. Then will I give you the serving creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; do you note me? 121 First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us. Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound'- 130 why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Sec. Mus. I say 'silver sound,' because musi cians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? 139 Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is music with her silver sound,' because musicians have no gold for sounding: Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' [Exit. First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. Mantua. A street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. 30 40 Tush, thou art deceived: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,-which late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said 'An if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.' O, this same thought did but forerun my need; And this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. What, ho! apothecary! 50 Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor: Go Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have As violently as hasty powder fired Is death to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, 70 And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, 80 Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell. Enter FRIAR John. Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. Fri. L. This same should be the voice of Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? And finding him, the searchers of the town, Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Fri. L. Now must I to the monument alone; And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. 29 Hold, take this letter; early in the morning 39 Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. Bal. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [Exit. Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, |