Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I sack Fri. may [Drawing his Sword. Hold thy desperate hand: Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.3 Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the night, Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. 3 Torn to pieces with thine own weapons. Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit Nurse. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Go hence: Good night; and here stands all your state; 4 Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence : Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. [Exeunt. 1 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. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-mor◄ row; 4 The whole of your fortune depends on this. To-night she's mew'd' up to her heaviness. Of 6 Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next- Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her, Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, Go row. Cap. Well, get you gone :-O' Thursday be it then : 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 ;7 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.— • Inclination. 8 Reflection of the moon. |