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To stop the inundation of her teares.
Which too much minded by her felfe alone,
May be put from her by societie.
Now doe you know the reason of this hast?

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be sowed.
Looke fir here comes the lady towards my cell.,

Enter Iuliet.

Par. Happily met my lady and my wife.
Iu. That may be fir, when I may be a wife.
Pa. That may be, most be loue, on Thursday next.
Iu. What must be shalt be.
Fri. Thats a certaine text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this father?
Iu. To answere that, I should confefe to you.
Pa. Do not denie to him, that you loue me.
iu. I will confesse to you that I loue him.
Par. So will ye, I am sure that you loue me.

Lua If I do so, it will be of more price,
Being spoke behind your backe, then to your face.

Par. Poore soule thy face is much abusd with teares.

lu. The teares haue got small victorie by that, For it was bad inough before their spight.

Pa. Thou wrongst it more then teares with that report.

lu. That is no Naunder fir, which is a truth, And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Pa. Thy face is mine, and thou hast naundred it.

Iu. It may be fo, for it is not mine owne.
Are you at leisure, holy father now,
Or shall I come to you at euening masse ?

Fri. My leisure ferues me pensiue daughter now,
My lord we must intreat the time alone.
Pa. Godthield, I should disturbe deuotion,

Iuliet,

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Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee,
Till then adue, and keepe this holy kisse.

lu. O fhut the doore, and when thou hast done fo,
Come weepe with me, past hope, past care, past helpe.

Fri. O Iuliet, I already know thy griefe,
It straines me past the compasse of my wits,
I heare thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this countie.

Iu. Tell me not frier that thou hearest of this,
Vnlesse thou tell me how I may prouent it:
If in thy wisedome thou canst giue no helpe,
Do thou but call my resolution wife,
And with this knife, Ile helpe it presently,
God ioynd my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands
And ere this hand by thee to Romeos feald :
Shall be the labell to another deede,
Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt,
Turne to another, this thall day them both :
Therefore out of thy long experienst time,
Giue me some present counsell, or behold
Twixt my extreames and me, this bloùdy knife
Shall play the vmpeere, arbitratiog that,
Which the commission of thy yeares and art,
Could to no issue of true honour bring :
Be not so long to speake, I long to die,
If what thou speakst, speake not of remedy.

Fri. Hold daughter, I doe {pie a kind of hope,
Which craues as desperat an execution.
As that is desperate which we would preuent.
If rather then to marrie countie Paris
Thou hast the strength of will to Nay thy felfe,
Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,

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That coapst with death himselfe, to scape from it.
And if thou darest, Ile giue thee remedie.

lu. Oh bid me leape, rather then marry Paris,
From of the battlements of any tower,
Or walke in theeuilh waies, or bid me lurke
Where ser pēts are: chaine me with roaring beares
Or hide me nightly in a charnell house,
Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones,
With reekie shankes and yealow chappels * fculls :
Or bid me go into a new made graue,
And hide me with a dead man in his t
Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble,
And I will doe it without feare or doubt,
To liue an vastaind wife to my sweet loue.

Fri. Hold then, goe home, be merrie, giue consent,
To marrie Paris : Wensday is to morrow,
To morrow night looke that thou lie alone,
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
Take thou this violl being then in bed,
And this distilling liquor drinke thou off,
When presently through all thy veines shall run,
A cold and drowsie humour : for no pulse
Shall keepe his natiue progresse but surcease
No warmth, no breath shall testifie thou liueft,
The roles in thy lips and cheekes shall fade
Too many I alhes, the eyes windowes fall :
Like death when he shuts vp the day of life
Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment,
Shall stiffe and starke, and cold appeare like death ;
And in this borrowed likenesle of shrunke death
Thou shalt continue two and forty houres,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleepe.

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Now

Now when the bridegroome in the morning comes,
To rowse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then as the manner of our country is,
In thy beft robes vncouered on the beere,
Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue :
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie,
In the meane 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 beare thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy * nor womanish feare,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Iu. Giue me, giue me, O tell not me of feare.

Fri. Hold get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this refolue, Ile send a frier with speed
To Mantua with my letters to thy lord.

lu. Loue giue me strength, and strength shall helpe afford; Farewell deare father.

Exit.

Enter father Capulet, mother, Nurse, and feruing men, two or

three.

Ca. So many guests inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cookes,

Ser. You shall haue none ill fir, for Ile trie if they can licke their fingers.

Ca. How canst thou trie them so?

Ser. Marrie sir, tis an ill cooke that cānot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers goes not with me.

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Ca. Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this time: What is my daughter gone to frier Lawrence ?

Nur. I forsooth.

Ca. Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peeuilh felfe willde harlotry it is.

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Enter Iuliet.

Nur. See where she comes from shrift with merrie looke.
Ca. How now my headstrong, where haue you bin gadding?

lu. Where I haue learnt me to repent the fin
Of disobedient opposition,
To you and your behests, and am enioynd
By holy Lawrence, to fall prostrate here,
To beg your pardon, pardon I beseech you,
Henceforward I am euer ruld by you.

Ca. Send for the countie, goe tell him of this,
Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning.

Iuli. I met the youthfull lord at Lawrence cell,
And gaue him what becomd * loue I might,
Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie.

Ca. Why I am glad ont, this is well, stand vp,
This is ast should be, let me see the county :
I marrie go I say and fetch himi hether.
Now afore God, this reuerend holy frier,
All our whole citie is much bound to him.

Iu. Nurse, will you goe with me into my closet,
To helpe me fort such needful ornaments,
As
you

thinke fit to furnish me to morrow?
Mo. No not till Thursday, there is time iqough.
Fa. Go nurse, go with her, weele to church to morrow.

Exeunt.
Mo. We shall be short in our prouision,
Tis now neare night.
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Fa.

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