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Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet SCENE V.-Juliet's chamber.
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall Enter Romeo and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near For sweet discourses in our time to come. day:
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, you: No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu ! adieu! Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east :
[Erit Romeo. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops ;
fickle: I must be gone and live, or stay and die. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I : That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; It is some meteor, that the sun exhales, For then I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
But send him back. And light thee on thy way to Mantua :
La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady moI am content, so thou wilt have it so.
ther? I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, Is she not down so late, or up so early? 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat The vaulty heaven so high above our heads :
Enter Lady CAPULET. I have more care to stay, than will to go ;- La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so.- Jul. Madam, I am not well. How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;
death? It is the lark that sings so out of tune, What, wilt
thou wasła him from his grave with Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. tears? Some say, the lark makes sweet division; An if thou could’st, thou could'st not make him This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Therefore, have done ; Some grief shows much 0, now I would they had chang’d voices too!
of love; Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Hunting thee hence, with hunts-up to the day. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. O, now be gone ; more light and light it grows. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not Rom. More light and light ?--more dark and the friend, dark our woes.
Which you weep for.
Jul. Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much Jul. Nurse?
for his death, Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. chamber :
Jul. What villain, madam? The day is broke; be wary, look about.
La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.
[Erit Nurse. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; out.
And yet, no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll La. Cap. That is, because the traitor mudescend. [Romeo descends.
derer lives. Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord ! Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my
hands. I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's For in a minute there are many days:
death! 0! by this count I shall be much in years, La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear Ere I again behold my Romeo.
thou not: Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Then weep no more. I'll send to one in ManThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee. tua,
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,- Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with
How! will she none? doth she not give us And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
thanks ? Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless’d, With Romeo, till I behold him-dead
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :- So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Madam, if you could but find out a man
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that To bear a poison, I would temper it ;
you have: That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Proud can I never be of what I hate; Soon sleep in quiet.-0, how my heart abhors But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. To hear him nam’d,-and cannot come to him,- Cup. How now! how now, chop-logick! What To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
is this? Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Proud, -and, I thank you, and, I thank you La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find not; such a man.
And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, time:
To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, What are they, I beseech your ladyship? Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful fa- Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you bagther, child;
gage ! One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, You tallow-face ! Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
La, Cap. Fye, fye! what, are you mad ? That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? Hear me with patience but to speak a word. La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurs- Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient day morn,
wretch ! The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, I tell thee what,-get thee to church o’Thursday, The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Or never after look me in the face : Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us too,
bless'd, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. That God had sent us but this only child; I wonder at this haste; that I must wed But now I see this one is one too much, Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. And that we have a curse in having her: I
pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, Out on her, hilding! I will not marry yet ; and, when I do, I swear, Nurse. God in heaven bless her! It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Rather than Paris :These are news indeed! Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him tongue, so yourself,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. And see how he will take it at your hands. Nurse. I speak no treason.
Cap. 0, God ye good den !
Nurse. May not one speak ?
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, But for the sunset of my brother's son,
For here we need it not. It rains downright.
La Cap. You are too hot. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad : Day, Evermore showering in one little body
night, late, early, Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : At home, abroad, alone, in company, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, To have her match'd : and having now provided Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; A gentleman of princely parentage, Who, -raging with thy tears, and they with ot' fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, them,
Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts, Without a sudden calm, will overset
Froportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife? And then to have a wretched puling fool, you deliver'd to her our decree?
A whining manimet, in her fortune's tender, La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives To answer-I'll not wed, -1 cunnot love,
I am too young;-I pray you, pardon me ;I woud, tle fool were married to her grare ! But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you :
Graze where you will, you shall not house with That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; me;
Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise : I think it best you married with the county. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; 0, he's a lovely gentleman ! An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,
a For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. I think you are happy in this second match,
[Exit. For it excels your first: or if it did not, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, That sees into the bottom of my grief? As living here, and you no use of him. 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
Or else beshrew them both.
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvelDo as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
[Exit. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Jul. O God !-0 nurse ! how shall this be Having displeas'd my fáther, to Laurence' cell, prevented ?
To make confession, and to be absolv'd. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. How shall that faith return again to earth,
. Unless that husband send it me from heaven Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.- Is it more sin—to wish me thus forsworn, Alack, alack, that heaven should practise strata- Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue, gems
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare Upon so soft a subject as myself !
So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.Some comfort, nurse.
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo
If all else fail, myself have power to die. Is banished ; and all the world to nothing,
SCENE I.-Friar LAURENCE's cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS.
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very
short. Par. That may be, must be, love, on ThursPar. My father Capulet will have it so;
day next. And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's Fri. That's a certain text. mind :
Par. Come you to make confession to this &Uneven is the course, I like it not.
ther? Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. death,
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, Par. "Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with To stop the inundation of her tears;
tears. Which, too much minded by herself alone, Jul. The tears have got small victory by that ; May be put from her by society:
For it was bad enough, before their spite. Now do you know the reason of this haste. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with Fri. I would I knew not why it should be
that report. slow'd.
[Aside. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slan- Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give der'd it.
consent Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; Are you at leisure, holy father, now ;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Jy lord, we must entreat the time alone. When, presently, through all thy veins shall
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you ; A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Till then, adieu ! and keep this holy kiss. Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
[Exit Paris. His natural progress, but surcease to beat : Jul, 0, shut the door! and when thou hast No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past To paly ashes ; thy eyes' windows fall, help!
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life ; Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, It strains me past the compass of my wits : Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death : I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death On Thursday next be married to this county. Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. l'nless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Now when the bridegroom in the morning If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise,
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou And with this knifé l'll help it presently.
dead: God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our Then (as the manner of our country is,) hands;
In thy best robes uncover’d on the bier, And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Shall be the label to another deed,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, And hither shall he come; and he and I Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, Will watch thy waking, and that very night ”Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Shall play the umpire ; arbitrating that, And this shall free thee from this present shame; Which the commission of thy years and art If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Could to no issue of true honour bring. Abate thy valour in the acting it. Be not so long to speak ; I long to die;
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy: Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, perous Which craves as desperate an execution In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed As that is desperate which we would prevent. To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Jul. Love, give me strength and strength Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself ; shall help afford. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
Farewell, dear father!
[Exeunt. A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; SCENE II.-A room in CAPULET's house. And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Enter CAPOLET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse and From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Servants. Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk, Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring
[Exit Servant. bears;
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir ; for I'll O'er cover’d quite with dead men's rattling try if they can lick their fingers. bones,
Cap. How canst thou try them so ? With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
lick his own fingers; therefore he, that cannot And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; lick his fingers, goes not with me. Things that, to hear them told, have made me Cap. Go, begone.- [Exit Servant. tremble ;
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. And I will do it without fear or doubt,
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good
Enter Lady CAPOLET. A peevish self-willid harlotry it is.
La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need
my help? Enter JULIET.
Jul. No, madam ; we have cullid such necesNurse. See, where she comes from shrift with
As are behoved for our state to-morrow: Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have so please you, let me now be left alone, you been gadding?
And let the nurse this night sit up with you; Jul. 'Where I have learn'd me to repent the For, I am sure, you have your hands fuli all, sin
In this so sudden business. Of disobedient opposition
La. Cap. Good night! To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. And beg your pardon :- Pardon, I beseech you! Jul. Farewell !-God knows, when we shall Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.
meet again. Cap. Send for the county ; go tell him of I have a faint
cold fear thrills through my veins, this;
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; Nurse !- What should she do here?
Must I of force he married to the county?This is as't should be. Let me see the county ; No, no ;--this shall forbid it :- lie thou there.Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
[Laying down a dagger. Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, What if it be a poison, which the friar All our whole city is much bound to him. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, closet,
Because he married me before to Romeo ? To help me sort such needful ornaments I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow ? For he hath still been tried a holy man: La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is I will not entertain so bad a thought.time enough.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church I wake before the time that Romeo
to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, "Tis now near night.
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathe Cap. Tush! I will stir about,
in, And all things shall be well, 1 warrant thee, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? wife;
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous Lies fest’ring in his shroud; where, as they ssy, light,
At some hours in the night spirits resort ;Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
[Exeunt. So early waking,—what with loathsome smells ;
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the SCENE III.-Juliet's chamber.
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;Enter Juliet and Nurse.
0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle Environed with all these hideous fears? nurse,
And madly play with my forefathers' joints? I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? For I have need of many crisons
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
bone, Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of As with a club, dash out my desperate brains. sin.
O look! methinks, I see my cousins ghost