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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
* Commission for authority or power. hinder the performance.
That cop'st with death himself to 'scape from it:
5|And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
o So many guests invite as here are writ.— Sirrah, go hire ine twenty cunning cooks.
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.
And gave him what becomed love I might,
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
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
* i. e. from confession.
* This stage-direction has been supplied by the modern editors. The
uarto, 1597, reads: “Knife, lie thou there.”—st appears from several passages in our old plays, that
inites were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride, : Distraught is distracted.
Jester is to corrupt.
i. e. fresh in earth, newly buried.
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
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.
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:
50|But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, 60
* This expression, which is frequently employed is taken from the manner of firing the harquebuss:
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
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown — Enter Peter. -
-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.
* A dump anciently signified some kind of dance, as well as sorrow ; On this occasion it means a mournful song. * To gleek is to scoff. * A catling was a small lutestring made of catgut. * The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, mentioned by several of the old writers, Rebec, rebecquin. “ The sense is, If I may only trust the honesty of sleep, which I know however not to be so nice as not often to pracusator; The oldest copy reads—the flattering eye of sleep. 3. Ah
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest,
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
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
[Ea it. S C E N E III. A Church-yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his Page with a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy : Hence, and stand aloof;
* i. e. was not written on a trivial or foolish subject.