(7) For I have need of many Orisons To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my State, La. Cap. What, are you bufy? do you need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow. So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night fit up with you; La. Cap. Good night, Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt. Jul. Farewel again! God knows, when we shall meet I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, I'll call them back again to comfort me. at all? what if this mixture do not work Shall I of force be married to the Count? [Laying down a dagger. How, if, when I am laid into the tomb, Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whofe foul mouth no healthsom air breathes in, (7) For I have need, &c.] Juliet plays moft of her pranks under the appearance of religion: perhaps Shakespeare meant to punish her hypocrify. And And there be strangled ere my Romeo comes ? The horrible conceit of death and night, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones So early waking, what with loathfom fmells, [She throws berfelf on the bed. SCENE IV. Changes to Capulet's Hall. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.. La. Cap. Hold, take thefe keys and fetch more fpices, nurfe. Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the paftry Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, (9) The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: (8) - It is not like that. I.] This fpeech is confufed and inconfequential, according to the diforder of Juliet's mind. (9) The curfeu bell -] I know not that the morning bell is called the curfeu in any other place. Look Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica. Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go. Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow, Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurfe. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood. Now fellow, what's there? Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte. Sirrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are. Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight, [Play mufick. For fo, he said, he would. I hear him near. Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up, Fil go and chat with Paris. Hie, make hafte, [Exeunt Capulet and Nurfe, feverally. SCENE V. Changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed. Re-enter Nurfe. what, miftrefs? Juliet Nurfe. Miftrefs, Faft, I warrant her. Why, now; Sweet-heart You take your pennyworths God forgive me How found is the asleep? Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, Marry, and amen! I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam, and down again !! I muft needs wake you: Lady, lady, lady La. Cap. What noife is here? Nurfe. O lamentable day! oh heavy day! La Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee; Help help! call help. Enter Capulet. Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth. Her Lord is come. Nurfe. She's dead, deceas'd, fhe's dead, Alack the day!Cap. Ha! let me fee her. Out, alas! fhe's cold; Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff; Life and thefe lips have long been separated; La. Cap. O woeful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians. Hath Death lain with thy wife. See, there the lies, Par. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this! La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Moft miferable hour, that Time e'er faw In lafting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight. Nurse. (1) O woe! oh woful, woful, woful day! Moft lamentable day! moft woful day! That ever, ever, I did yet behold. Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day! Oh woful day, oh woful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spighted, flain, Moft deteftable Death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown: O Love, O Life, not Life, but Love in Death! Child! O Child! O Child! My Soul, and not my Fri. (2) Peace, ho, for Shame! Confufion's Cure lives not In (1) O woe! ob waful, &c.] This fpeech of exclamations is not in the edition above cited. Several other parts, unneceffary or tautology, are not to be found in the faid edition; which occafions the variation in this from the common books. (2) In former editions, Peace, bo, for fhame, confufions: Care lives not POPE. In thefe confufions: This fpeech, though it contains good Chri |