Enter JULIET. 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. love me. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? 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 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. 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'd it. 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 ?9 Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now :~ My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! 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 this, If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Shall be the label to another deed,' [9] Juliet means vespers. There is no such thing as evening mass. “Masses, are only sung in the morning, and when the priests are fasting." RITSON. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself; A thing like death to chide away this shame, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: [1] The seals of deeds in our author's time were not impressed on the parchment itself on which the deed was written, but were appended on distinct slips or labels affixed to the deed. Hence in K Richard II. the duke of York discovers a covenant which his son Aumerle had entered into by the depending seal: "What seal is that which hangs without thy bosom ?” [2] Commission is for authority or power. JOHNSON. MALONE. Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Abate thy valour in the acting it. Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength help afford. Farewell, dear father! SCENE II. and strength shall [Exeunt.. A Room in CAPULET's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPU LET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. [Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.1 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. [4] If no fickle freak, no light caprice, no change of fancy, hinder the performance. JOHNSON. [1] Twenty cooks for half a dozen guests! Either Capulet has altered his mind strangely, or our author forgot what he had just made him tell us. P. 55. RITSON. Cap. How canst thou try them so ? 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone. [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to friar Lawrence ! Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her : A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Enter JULIET. Nur. See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my head-strong? where have you been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you ! Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,-stand up Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church to[Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; morrow. 'Tis now near night. Cap. Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife : Go thou to Juliet, help to deck her up ;. I'll not to bed to-night ;-let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho! |