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then :

And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Par.

Monday, my lord. What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,

Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;

soon, There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, O'Thursday let it be; - o' Thursday, tell her, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too : She shall be married to this noble earl : The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Will you be ready? do you like this haste ? And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy: We'll keep no great ado; - a friend, or two: A pack of blessings lights upon thy back:

For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Happiness courts thee in her best array ;

It may be thought we held him carelessly, But, like a mis-behav'd and sullen wench,

Being our kinsman, if we revel much : Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. And there an end. But wliat say you to Thursday ? Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were toAscend her chamber, hence and comfort her; But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set, Cap. Well, get you gone: - O'Thursday be it For then thou canst not pass to Mantua ; Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back Farewell, my lord. — Light to my chamber, ho! With twenty hundred thousand times more joy Afore me, it is so very late, that we Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.

May call it early by and by :- Good night. Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady;

[Exeunt. And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :

SCENE V. - Juliet's Chamber.
Romeo is coming.

Enter Romeo and JULIET.
Nurse. I could have staid all night,
To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is ! -

Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day : My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late.

[Exit Nurse.

Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this !

No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Fri. Go hence: Good night: and here stands all Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east :

Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day your state 5; Either be gone before the watch be set,

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence:

I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man,

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: And he shall signify from time to time

It is some meteor that the sun exhales, Every good hap to you, that chances here:

To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
Give me thy hand ; 'tis late ; farewell; good night. Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee :

Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; Farewell.


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 ! 8

Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
A Room in Capulet's House.

The vaulty heaven so high above our heads :
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. I have more care 9 to stay, than will to go;
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,

Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. That we have had no time to move our daughter :

How is't my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.

Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I; - Well, we were born to die.

It is the lark that sings so out of tune, 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:

Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. I promise you, but for your company,

Some say, the lark makes sweet division'; I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

This doth not so, for she divideth us : Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo; o, now I would they had changed voices too ;

Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. 10, now be gone; more light and light it grows. La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to

Rom. More light and light? - more dark and morrow;

dark our woes. To-night she's mew'd 6 up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate 7 tender

Enter Nurse. Of my child's love : I think, she will be rul'd

Nurse. Madam! In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.

Jul. Nurse? Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;

chamber : And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next

The day is broke; be wary, look about. But soft: What day is this?

[Exit Nurse. The whole of your fortune depends on this.

& Reflection of the moon.

9 Inclination. 1 Division was the technical phrase for musical composition

Shut up

7 Bold.


a man.

Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, Rom. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I'll de- That he shall soon keep Tybalt company : scend.

[Romeo descends. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord! my Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied friend!

With Romeo, till I behold him - dead
I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Is my poor heart so for a kinsman verd:
For in a minute there are many days :

Madam, if you could find out but a man
O! by this count I shall be much in years,

To bear a poison, I would temper it; Ere I again behold my Romeo.

That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Soon sleep in quiet. – 0, how my heart abhors
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. To hear him nam'd, - and cannot come to him, —

Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again ? To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall | Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him !

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such
For sweet discourses in our time to come,
Jul. Alas, 1 have an ill-divining soul :

But now, I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful As one dead in the bottom of a tomb :

time: Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you: La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu !


[Exit Romeo. One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Jul. O fortune ! fortune ! all men call thee fickle : Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him

That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. That is renown'd for faith; Be fickle, fortune : Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday But send him back.

morn, La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter ! are you up. The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,

Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother? The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Is she not down so late, or up so early ?

Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
What unaccustom'd cause procures 2 her hither ? Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride.

I wonder at this haste : that I must wed

Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Jul.

Madam, I am not well. I will not marry yet; and when I do, I swear, La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, death?

Rather than Paris : — These are news indeed! What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with La. Cap. Here comes your father: tell him so tears?

yourself, And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him And see how he will take it at your hands.

live; Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much of

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. But for the sunset of my brother's son,

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. It rains downright.
La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the How now ? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears?

friend, Which you weep for.

Ever more showering; in one little body

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:
Feeling so the loss,

For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep’st not so much Sailing in this salt flood : the winds, thy sighs; for his death,

Who, - raging with thy tears, and they with As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

them, Jul. What villain, madam ?

Without a sudden calm, will overset La. Cap.

That same villain, Romeo. Thy tempest-tossed body, - How now, wife? Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? Heaven pardon him! I do, with all my heart; La. Cap. Ay, sir ; but she will none, she gives And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer I would, the fool were married to her grave ! lives.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my

wife. hands.

How! will she none ? doth she not give us thanks? 'Would, none but I might 'venge my cousin's death! Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd, La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought thou not:

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Man- Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you tua,

have: Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, – Proud can I never be of what I hate ;

But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.


you thanks.

2 Brings.

La. Cap.

Cap. How now ! how now, chop-logick! What Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, is this?

That sees into the bottom of my grief? Proud, -and, I thank you, — and, I thank you 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away? not ;

Delay this marriage, for a month, a week : And yet not proud; — Mistress minion, you, Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,

word : Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Erit. Fye, fye! what, are you mad ? Jul. O heaven! O nurse! how shall this be Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

prevented ? Hear me with patience but to speak a word. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient How shall that faith return again to earth, wretch !

Unless that husband send it me from heaven I tell thee what,- get thee to church o' Thursday, By leaving earth ? — Comfort me, counsel me. — Or never after look me in the face :

Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Speak not, reply not, do not answer me :

Upon so soft a subject as myself ! My fingers itch. — Wife, we scarce thought us What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy? bless'd,

Some comfort, nurse. That heaven had sent us but this only child :


Faith, here 'tis : Romeo But now I see this one is one too much,

Is banish’d; and all the world to nothing, And that we have a curse in having her.

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Nurse. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

I think it best you married with the county.
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. O, he's a lovely gentleman !
Nurse. May not one speak ?

Romeo is naught to him; an eagle, madam,
Сар. . No: Peace, you mumbling fool! Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
For here we need it not,

I think you are happy in this second match,
You are too hot,

For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Cap. It makes me mad : Day, night, late, early, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,

As living here and you no use of him. Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? To have her matched : and having now provided Nurse.

From my soul too, A gentleman of princely parentage,

Or else beshrew them both, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,

Amen! Stuff’d (as they say) with honourable parts,


To what? Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man, Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous And then to have a wretched puling fool,

much. A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, To answer — · Ill not wed, - I cannot love,

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, I am loo young, I pray you, pardon me; – To make confession, and to be absolv'd. But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you:

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;

[Exit. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.

Jul. Is it more sin— to wish me thus forsworn, Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise : Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend ; Which she hath prais'd him with above compare An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, So many thousand times ? — Go, counsellor; For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Exit. If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.

La Cap.



SCENE I. - Friar Laurence's Cell. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;

And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,

To stop the inundation of her tears;
Fri On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. Which, too much minded by herself alone,
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;

May be put from her by society :
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Now do you know the reason of this haste.

Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Uneven is the course, I like it not.

[Aside. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Enter JULIET. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

Par. Happily met, my lady, and





Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,

With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; Jul. What must be shall be.

Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Fri.

That's a certain text. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Things that, to hear them told, have made me Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you.

tremble; Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. And I will do it without fear or doubt, Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; Take thou this phial, being then in bed, For it was bad enough, before their spite.

And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that when, presently, through all thy veins shall run report.

A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

His natural progress, but surcease to beat : Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. - The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?

Like death, when he shuts up the day of life ; Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death: My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Par. Now heaven forbid, I should disturb de- Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, votion !

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

(Exit Paris. Then (as the manner of our country is,) Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient fault,

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
It strains me past the compass of my wits : In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
On Thursday next be married to this county. And hither shall he come; and he and I

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, And this shall free thee from this present shame;
Do thou but call my resolution wise,

If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, And with this knife I'll help it presently.

Abate thy valour in the acting it. Love join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous Shall be the label to another deed,

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Turn to another, this shall slay them both :

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

help afford. Give me some present counsel; or, behold, Farewell, dear father!

[Exeunt. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire 3 ; arbitrating that

SCENE II.- A Room in Capulet's House. Which the commission * of thy years and art EnterCAPULET, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

(Erit Servant. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, 2 Sery. You shall have none ill, sir.
Which craves as desperate an execution

Cap. Go, begone. —

[Erit Servant. As that is desperate which we would prevent. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. – If, rather than to marry county Paris,

What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A thing like death to chide away this shame, A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Enter JULIET. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with From off the battlements of yonder tower ; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin * Decide the struggle between me and my distresses. • Authority or power.

Of disobedient opposition

merry look.

To you, and your behests 5; and am enjoin'd What if it be a poison, which the friar
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
And beg your pardon : - Pardon, I beseech you! | Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Because he married me before to Romeo ? Cap. Send for the county ; go tell him of this; I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not, I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. For he hath still been tried a holy man :

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; I will not entertain so bad a thought. And gave him what becomed 6 love I might, How if, when I am laid into the tomb, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

I wake before the time that Romeo Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, - stand Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! up:

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, This is as 't should be. - Let me see the county; To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.- And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Now, by my life, this reverend holy friar,

Or, if I live, is it not very like, All our whole city is much bound to him.

The horrible conceit of death and night, Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, Together with the terror of the place, To help me sort such needful ornaments

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, As you

think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Where for these many hundred years, the bones La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time of all my buried ancestors are pack'd ; enough.

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:- we'll to church Lies festring in his shroud; where, as they say,

to-morrow, [Ereunt Juliet and Nurse. At some hours in the night spirits resort; La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; Alack, alack! is it not like, that I, 'Tis now near night.

So early waking, — what with loathsome smell, Cap.

Tush! I will stir about, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: That living mortals, hearing them, run mad 8;Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, I'll not to bed to night; - let me alone ;

Environed with all these hideous fears ? I'll play the housewife for this once. - What, ho ! And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? To county Paris, to prepare him up

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost

[Exeuni. Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Upon a rapier's point: Stay, Tybalt, stay! SCENE III.--Juliet's Chamber.

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the Bed. Enter JULIET and Nurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best: - But, gentle

SCENE IV. - Capulet's Hall.
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.
For I have need of many orisons 7
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Enter LADY CAPULET.

pastry. La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need my help?

Enter CAPULET. Jul. No, madam ; we have cull'd such necessaries Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :

crow'd, So please you let me now be left alone,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :
And let the nurse this night sit up with you; Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, Spare not for cost.
In this so sudden business.


Go, go, you cot-quean, go, La. Cap.

Good night!

Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need. For this night's watching. [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

Cap. No, not a whit: What! I have watch'd ere Jul. Farewell! - Heaven knows, when we shall meet again.

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in That almost freezes up the heat of life :

your time; I'll call them back again to comfort me;

But I will watch you from such watching now. Nurse! - What should she do here?

(Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !- Now, Come, phial.

fellow, What if this mixture do not work at all?

What's there? Must I of force be married to the county ?

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