Jul. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come. Jul. O Heaven! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks I see thee, now thou'rt parting from me, As one, dead in the bottom of a tomb! Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. JULIET'S Chamber. Enter LADY CAPULET. Lady C. Ho, daughter, are you up? Enter JULIET. Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Lady C. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. Lady C. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Lady C. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well, in such a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Lady C. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Jul. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed, Lady C. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see, how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Evermore showering? Why, how now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree? Lady C. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks: I would the fool were married to her grave. Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. How, will she none? doth she not give us thanks? But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, To go Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch, I tell thee what, get thee to church o’Thursday, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me. Wife, we scarce thought us blest, That Heav'n had sent us but this only child, Nurse. Heaven bless her You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so: Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? Hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Cap. Peace! you mumbling fool; Lady C. You are too hot. Cap. Good wife! it makes me mad-Day, night, late, early; At home, abroad; alone, in company; Waking or sleeping; still my care hath been. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied: If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; If you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets; That sees into the bottom of my grief? Lady C. Talk not to me; for I'll not speak a word : Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O Heaven! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? Nurse. Rise; faith, here it is; Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Or else, beshrew them both. Jul. Amen, amen. Nurse. To what? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady, I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Jul. Oh, most wicked fiend! [Exit. Is it more sin, to wish me thus forsworn, [Exit. ACT THE FOURTH. SCENE I. The Monastery. Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, sir! the time is very short. Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind? Uneven is this course; I like it not. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tibalt's death, And, therefore, have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she should give her sorrow so much sway, And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears. Now do you know the reason of this haste. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. [Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady, tow'rds my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife. next. Jul, What must be, shall be. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. |