too : And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Nurse. I could have staid all night, To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !— Either be gone before the watch be set, Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I;-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late, she 'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. [morrow; La Cap. I will, and know her mind early toTo-night she's mew'd+ up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a'desperate ‡ tender Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut. soft; What day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. [too soon, Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl : The whole of your fortune depends on this. + Shut up. + Bold. Reflection of the moon. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O' Thursday be it Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by-and-by :-Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULiet. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua: Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : I have more care to stay, than will to go;Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is 't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day. Jul. It is, it is: hie hence, be gone, away; Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? [chamber: Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Erit Nurse. Jul. Then, window let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROM. descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall For sweet discourses in our time to come. [serve Jul. Alas! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! [Exit Roм. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle! If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up ? La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? [tears? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; [love; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the Which you weep for. [friend Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend." La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Heaven pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. [hands. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! thou not: La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company: And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him-deadIs my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet.-O, how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd,-and cannot come to him, To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? [child; La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? * Brings. La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. And see how he will take it at your hands. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! Proud can I never be of what I hate; La. Cap. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, [so. Nurse. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. May not one speak? Cap. No: Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, me; Look to 't, think on 't, I do not use to jest. [Exit. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. 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? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Upon so soft a subject as myself!- Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Romeo is naught to him; an eagle, madam, Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Amen! Nurse. To what? [much. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, To make confession, and to be absolv'd. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Which she hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times?-Go, counsellor ; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. Act Fourth. SCENE I.-FRIAR LAURENCE's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's Uneven is the course; I like it not. [mind: Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Now do you know the reason of this haste. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife, Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. [father? Par. Come you to make confession to this Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Tit. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'ȧ Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now: My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : [Exit PAR. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, [help! Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, |