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Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, love, on ThursJul. What must be, shall be. [day next. Fri. That’s a certain text. o Par. Come you to make confession to this faJul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you iove me. Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. 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, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. [it. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd 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: Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, in OW :My lord, we must intreat 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 Paris. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, [help!

Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past
Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this county:
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I’ll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's,thou our hands;
Andere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal’d,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both :
Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,
Give me some present counsel; or, behold,
"Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission' of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself;
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,

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That cop'st with death himself to 'scape from it:
And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. Q, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of wonder tower;
Qi walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Qr hide me nightly in a charnel house,
Q'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
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.
Pri. 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:
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
IIis natural progress, but surcease to beat:
N o warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
she roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours,

5|And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
Torouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then (as the manner of our country is)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to the same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou . awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither o he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thce from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy , nor womanish fear,
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 pro-
sperous
In this resolve: I’ll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Jul. Love, give me strengths and strength
shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father
S C E N E II.
Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Serrants.

[Ereunt.

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Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 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. [Erit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.— What, is my daughter gone to friar Lawrence? Aurse. Ay, forsooth. - | her: Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Enter Juliet.' Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift' with merry look. [been gadding: Cup. How now, my head-strong? where have you Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon:—Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. Cap. Send for the county; go, tell him of this; I’ll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

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And gave him what becomed love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up:
Cap. Why, I am glad on ’t; this is well, stand
This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county;
Ay, marry, É. I say, and fetch him hither.
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.
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 2
. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday; there is time
enough.
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church
to-morrow. [Ereunt Juliet, and Nurse.
La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision;
'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 up her;
I’ll not to bed to-night;-let me alone: [ho'—
I’ll play the housewife for this once.—What,
They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself
To county Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
[Ereunt Capulet, and Lady Capulet.

S C E N E III. Juliet's Chamber. Enter Juliet, and Vurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons

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Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What, are you busy do you need
my help ? [ries
Jul. No, inadam; we have cull'd such necessa-
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
in this so sudden business.
La. Cap. Good night
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
[Ereunt Lady, and Nurse.
Jul. Farewell!—God knows, when we shall
meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me;—
Nurse!—What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, phial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I of force be married to the count?
No, no;—this shall forbid it:—lie thou there.—
[Laying down a dagger”.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man:
I will not entertain so bad a thought.—
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? there’s a fearful point :
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, [in,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,—
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth',
Lies fest'ring" in his siroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;-
Alack, alack' is it not like, that I,
So early waking, what with loathsome smells;
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad—
Q! if I wake, shall I not be distraught",
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud
And, in this rage, with some greatkinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
Q, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost

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Romeo,

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the bed.

S C E N E IV. Capulet's Hall. Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Lpastry. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d, The curfeu-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:— Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica: Spare not for cost. Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go, . Get you to bed; 'faith, you’ll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd - ere now All night for a less cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. [Ereunt Lady Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—Now, fellow, What’s there 2 Enter three or four, with spits, and logs,and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. [drier logs! Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are. Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter tor the matter. [East. Cap.” Mass,and well said; Amerry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.—Good faith,’tis day: The county will be here with musick straight, - L11usick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near: Nurse!—Wife —what, ho!—what, Nurse, I say! Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up ; I’ll go and chat with Paris:–Hie, make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say! [Excunt.

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Enter Capulet. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. [the day !

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she’s dead, she’s dead. [cold : Cap. Ha! let me see her:—Out, alas ! she's Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Accursed time ! unfortunate old man Nurse. Olamentable day ! 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 Friar Lawrence, and Paris, with Musicians. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:Q son, the night before thy wedding-day [lies, Hath death lain with thy bride:—See, there she Flower as she was, deflowered now by him. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, And leave him all: life leaving, all is death's. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw [day ! In lasting labour of his pilgrimage:

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* This expression, which is frequently employed is taken from the manner of firing the harquebuss:

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Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,

by the old dramatic writers, Mr. Steevens says, his was so heavy a gun, that the soldiers were

obliged to carry a supporter called a rest, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to

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By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown — Enter Peter. -
O love I O life not life, but love in death ! Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's case,
Cap. Despis'd, distressed,hated, martyr’d,kill'd!-- heart’s ease ;
Uncomfortable time why cam'st thou now O, an you will have me live, play—heart's ease.
To murder murder our solemnity? 5| Mus. Why heart's case ?
Q child: O child!---my soul, and not my child!-- Pet.O, musicians, because my heartitself plays--
Dead art thou !—alack! my child is dead; .11y heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry
And, with my child, my joys are buried dump, to comfort me. [now.
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure Mus. Not a dump 'we; ’tis no time to play
lives not 10| Pet. You will not then: - -
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Mus. No. - -
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
And all the better is it for the maid: Mus. What will you give us?
Your part in her you could not keep from death; Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek”:
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. 15|I will give you the minstrel.
The most you sought was—her promotion; Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd: Pet. Then will i lay the serving-creature’s dag-
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I’ll.
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? |re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me?
Q, in this love, you love your child so ill, 2|| Mus. An you reus, and fit us, you note us.
That you run mad, seeing that she is well: 2.Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and
She’s not well married, that lives marry'd long; put out your wit.
But she’s best marry'd, that dies marry'd young. Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will
Dry up your tears, and stick your roseimary dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, 25|iron dagger: Answer me like men:
In all her best array bear her to church: Hohen griping grief the heart doth wound,
For though fond nature bids us all lament, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, :
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Then musick, with her silver sound, [sound *
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Why silver sound? why musick with her silver
Turn from their office to black funeral: 30|What say you, Simon Catling” [sound.
Qur instruments, to melancholy bells; 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck';
Our ...i. to sullen dirges change; 2 Mus. I say—silver sound, because musicians.
Our bridal flowers serve for a bury'd corse, sound for silver. -
And all things change them to the contrary. 35 Pet. Pretty too!—What say you, James Sound-
Fri. Sir, go you in, -and, madam, go with him;--| |post?
d go, sir Paris;—every one prepare 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I
The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill; will say for you. It is—musick with her silver
Move them no more, by crossing their high will. 4 sound, because such fellows as you have no gold
[Ereunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar. for sounding:—
Mus. 'Faith we may put up our pipes, and be Then musick with her silver sound,
one. H/ith speedy help doth lend redress.
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; [Erit, singing.
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. 45] 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?
[Exit Nurse. 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here;
Asus.Ay,by mytroth,the case may beamended.] starry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Ercunt.

-omA C T V. S C E N E I. My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne; M A N T U A. And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit A Street. 55|Lists me above the ground with cheeriui thoughts.' Enter Romeo. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Rom. IF I may trust the flattering truth of (Strangedream thatgivesadeadmanleavetothink) sleep", And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

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Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
- Enter Balthasar.
News from Verona! How now, Balthasar
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well. -
Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
Q pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Balth. #. me, sir, I dare not leave you thus:
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar *
Balth. No, my good lord.
Iłom. No matter; get thee gone,

And hire those horses; I’ll be with thee straight.

[Erit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let’s see for means:—O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said An if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; And this same needy man must sell it me. As I remember, this should be the house: Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.— What, ho! apothecary ! Enter Apothecary.

Apo. Who calls so loud: [poor;

Rom. Come hither, man.—I see, that thou art Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead; And that the trunk may be discharg’d of breath As violently, as hasty powder fir’d Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. [law

Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's

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s death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thouso bare, and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Apo. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Row. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Apo. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had thé strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Rom. To: is thy gold; worse poison to men's Souls, Doing"mere murders in this loathsome werld, Than these poor compounds that thou may’st not I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [seil: Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

[Ereunt. S C E N E II. Iriar Lawrence's Cell. Enter Friar John. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, hot Enter Friar Lawrence. Law.This same should be the voiceoffriar John.Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did rei gn, Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d: Law. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? John. I could not send it, here it is again,_ Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Law. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice', but full of charge Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. - -John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Eait. Law. Now must I to the monument alone; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb

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