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Fr. Stay Juliet, I doo (pie a kinde of hope,
Jul. Oh bid me leape (rather than marrie Paris)
Fr. Hold Iuliet, hie thee home, get thee to bed,
Ile send in hast to Mantua to thy lord,
Ser. I warrant you sir, let me alone for that, Ile knowe them by licking their fingers.
Capo. How canst thou know them fo?
Moth. Shees gone (my lord) to frier Laurence cell To be confest.
Capo. Ah, he may hap to doo some good of her,
Capo. How now my head-strong, where haue you bin gadding?
Iul. Where I haue learned to repent the fin
She kneeles downe.
Moth. Why thats well said.
All our whole citie is much bound vnto.
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me to my closet,
Moth. I pree thee do, good nurse goe in with her, ,
Nur. Come sweet hart, shall we goe :
Exeunt Nurse and Iuliet.
Moth. Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough.
Capo. I say I will haue this dispatcht to morrow,
Moth. I pray my lord, let it be Thursday.
Capo. Let me alone for that, goe get you in,
Enter Nurse, Iuliet,
Nur. Come, come, what need you anie thing else?
lul. Nothing good nurse, but leaue me to my selfe : For I doo meane to lye alone to night.
Nur. Well theres a cleane smocke vnder your pillow, and fo good night.
Iul. No madame, I desire to lye alone,
Moth. Well then good night, be stirring Iuliet, The countie will be earlie here to morrow.
Erit. Iul. Farewell, God knowes when wee shall meete againe. Ah, I doo take a fearfull thing in hand. What if this potion should not worke at all, Must I of force be married to the countie? This shall forbid it. Knife, lye thou there. What if the frier should give me this drinke To poyson mee, for feare I Mould disclose Our former marriage ? Ah, I wrong him much, He is a holy and religious man : I will not entertaine so bad a thought. What if I should be stilled in the toomb? Awake an houre before the appointed time : Ah then I feare I shall be lunaticke : And playing with my dead forefathers bones, Dash out my franticke braines. Me thinkes I fee My cosin Tybalt weltring in his bloud, Seeking for Romeo : stay Tybalt stay. Romeo I come, this doe I drinke to thee.
She fals upon her bed within the curtaines.
Enter Nurse with hearbs, Mother.
Mcth. Thats well faid nurse, fet all in redines, The countie will be heere immediatly.
Gap. Make hast, make hast, for it is almost day, The curfewe bell hath rung, t'is foure a clocke, Looke to your bakt meates good Angelica.
Nur. Goe get you to bed you cotqueane. I faith you will be ficke anone.
Cap. I warrant thee ourse I haue ere now watcht all night, and haue taken no harme at all.
Moth. I you haue beene a mouse hunt in your time.
Enter Seruingman with logs and coales.
Cap. A jelous hood, ielous hood : How now firra ? What haue you there?
Ser. Forsooth logs.
Cap. Goe, goe choose dryer. Will will tell thee where thou shalt fetch them.
Ser. Nay I warrant let me alone, I haue a heade 1 troe to choose a log.
Exit. Cap. Well goe thy way, thou shalt be logger head. Come, come, make haft call vp your daughter, The countie will be heere with musicke straight. Gods me hees come, nurse call vp my daughter.
Nur. Goe, get you gone. What lambe, what lady birde ? fast I warrant. What Iuliet? well, let the county take you in your bed : yee sleepe for a weeke now, but the next night, the countie Paris hath set vp his rest that you shal rest but little. What lambe I say, fast ftill : what lady, loue, what bride, what luliet? Gods me how found she sleeps? Nay then I fee I must wake you indeed. Whats heere, laide on your bed, drest in your cloathes and down, ah me, alack the day, fome aqua vitæ hoe.
Enter Mother. Moth. How now whats the matter ? Nur. Alack the day, shees dead, shees dead, shees dead. Moth. Accurft, vnhappy, miserable time.
Cap. Come, come, make hast, wheres my daughter ?