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Jul. O fortune, fortunel all men call thee | Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, fickle :

That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him

Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; that? For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, Lady Cap. Marry, my child, early next But send him back.

Thursday morn, Lady Cap. Within. Ho, daughter! are you up ? The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Jul. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady The County Paris, at Saint Peter's church, mother?

Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Is she not down so late, or up so early ?

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ? too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Enter Lady CAPULET.

I wonder at this haste; that I must wed Lady Cap. Why, how now, Juliet !

Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. Jul.

Madam, I am not well. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, 121 Lady Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear death?

70 It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, What! wilt thou wash him from his grave with Rather than Paris. These are news indeed ! tears?

Lady Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him so yourself,

And see how he will take it at your hands. Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love;

Enter CAPULET and Nurse. But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

dew; Lady Cap. So sball you feel the loss, but not But for the sunset of my brother's son the friend

It rains downright. Which you weep for.

How now! a conduit, girl ? what! still in tears ? Jul.

Feeling so the loss, Evermore showering? In one little body I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; Lady Cap. Well, girl, thou weep’st not so For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, much for his death

Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. is, Jul. What villain, madam ?

Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs ; Lady Cap: That same villain, Romeo. Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them, Jul. Aside. Villain and he be many miles Without a sudden calm, will overset asunder.

82 Thy tempest-tossed body. How now, wife! God pardon him ! I do, with all my heart ; Have you deliver'd to her our decree? And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. Lady Cap. Ay, sir ; but she will bone, she Lady Cap. That is because the traitor murderer gives you thanks. lives.

I would the fool were married to her grare! Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with

hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin's How! will she none? doth sbe not give us death!

thanks? Lady Cap. We will have rengeance for it, Is she not proud ? doth she pot count her fear thou not:

bless'd, Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, Unworthy as she is, that we have w ght Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, 90 So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram Jul. Not proud, you have ; but thankful, that That he shall soon keep Tybalt company :

you have : And then, I hope, thou wilt be satistied. Proud can I never be of what I hate ; Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied

But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. With Romeo, till I behold him-dead

Cap. How now ! how now, chop-logic! What Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd :

is this? Madam, if you could find out but a man * Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you To bear a poison, I would temper it,

not'; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, And yet ‘not proud’; mistress minion, you, Soon sleep in quiet. O! how my heart abhors Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him, 101 But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him. Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. Lady Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find Out, you green-sickness carrion ! out, you bagsuch a man.

gage ! But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. You tallow-face!

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time. Lady Cap: Fie, fie! what! are yon mad ? What are they, I beseech your ladyship?

Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Lady Cap. Well, well, thou hast à careful Hear me with patience but to speak a word. 160 father, child ;

Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

wretch !


you, wife.

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I tell thee what : get thee to church o' Thurs- | That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; day,

Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Or never after look me in the face.

Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; I think it best you married with the county. My fingers itch-Wife, we scarce thought us O! he's a lovely gentleman; bless'd

Romeo 's a dishclout to him : an eagle, madam, That God had lent us but this only child ; Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye But now I•see this one is one too much,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, And that we have a curse in having her.

I think you are happy in this second match, Out on her, hilding!

For it excels your first : or if it did not, Nurse.

God in heaven bless her! Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 170 As living here and you no use of him. Car. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ? tongue,


And from my soul too; Good prudence; smatter with your gossips ; Or else beshrew them both. go.


Amen! Nurse. I speak no treason.


What! Cap.

O! God ye good den, Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Nurse. May not one speak ?

much. Cap.

Peace, you mumbling fool! Go in ; and tell my lady I am gone, Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, For here we need it not.

To make confession and to be absolv'd.
Lady Cap.
You are too hot.

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad.

Erit. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play,

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked Alone, in company, still my care hath been

fiend ! To have her match'd ; and having now provided Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, A gentleman of noble parentage,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Of fair demesnes, youi: Cul, and nobly train'd, Which she hath prais'd him with above com. Stuff’d, as they say, with honourable parts,

pare Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man ; So many thousand times? Go, counsellor ; And then to have a wretched puling fool, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: To answer ‘I'll not wed,' 'I cannot love,' If all else fail, myself have power to die. Erit. 'I am too young,' 'I pray you, pardon me.' But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you ! Graze where you will, you shall not house with

ACT IV. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. SCENE I. - Verona. Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend ;

Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS. An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the Fri. On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. streets,

Par. My father Capulet will have it so ; For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good. Pri. You say you do not know the lady's mind : Trust to’t, bethink you ; I'll not be forsworn. Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Exit. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

death, That sees into the bottom of my grief ?

And therefore have I little talk'd of love ; 0! sweet my mother, cast me not away :

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Delay this marriage for a month, a week ; Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. And in his wisdom hastes our marriage Lady Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak To stop the inundation of her tears ; a word.

Which, too much minded by herself alone, Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. May be put from her by society.

Exit. Now do you know the reason of this haste. Jul. O God ! O nurse! how shall this be pre- Pri. Aside. I would I knew not why it should vented ?

be slow'd. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven

Enter JULIET. By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me. Par. Happily met, my lady and my wife! Alack, alack! that heaven should practise Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. stratagems

Par. That may be must be, love, on Thursday Upon so soft a subject as myself !

next. What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy ? Jul. What must be shall be. Some comfort, nurse.


That's a certain test. Vurse.

Faith, here 'tis. Romeo Par. Come you to make confession to this Is banished ; and all the world to nothing,

father ?

me :










done so,



Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you. | With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls ;
Par. Do not deny to him that you love me. Or bid me go into a new-made grave
Ju. I will confess to you that I love him. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Par. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. Things that, to hear them told, have made me
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

tremble ;
Being spoke behind your back, than to your And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Pri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give tears.

consent Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow : For it was bad enough before their spite. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : that report.

Take thou this vial, being then in bed, Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And this distilled liquor drink thou off ; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. When presently through all thy veins shall run Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slan. A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse der'd it.

Shall keep his native progress, but surcease; Ju. It may be so, for it is not mine own. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade Or shall I come to you at evening mass? To paly ashes ; thy eyes' windows fall, Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Each part, depriv'd of supple government, My lord, we must entreat the time alone. 40 Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like Par. God shield I should disturb devotion !

death; Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Till then, adieu ; and keep this holy kiss. Exit. Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours, Jul. O! shut the door; and when thou hast And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

Now, when the bridegroom in the morning Come weep with me ; past hope, past cure, past help!

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou Fri. Ah! Juliet, I already know thy grief ;

dead: It strains me past the compass of my wits: Then, as the manner of our country is, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, On Thursday next be married to this county. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it : 51 In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Do thou but call my resolution wise,

And hither shall he come; and he and I And with this knife I 'll help it presently. Will watch thy waking, and that very night God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. hands;

And this shall free thee from this present And ere this band, by thee to Romeo seal’d,

shame; Shall be the label to another deed,

If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Abate thy valour in the acting it. Turn to another, this shall slay them both. Jul. Give me, give me! O! tell not me of Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

fear. Give me some present counsel; or, behold, Fri. Hold; get you gone : be strong and "Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife prosperous Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

In this resolve. I'll send a friar with speed Which the commission of thy years and art To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Jul. Love give me strength! and strength Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

sball help afford. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Farewell, dear father.

Exeunt. Pri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. 70

SCENE II.— The Same. Hall in CAPULET'S If, rather than to marry County Paris,

House. Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

and Servingmen. A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself to 'scape from it; Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Exit Servant. Jul. O ! bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. From off the battlements of yonder tower ; Second Serv. You shall have none ill, sir ; for Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Where serpents are; chain me with roaring Cap. How canst thou try them so ? bears;

Second Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

cannot lick his own fingers : therefore he that O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. bones,

Cap. Go, be gone.

Exit Second Servant.





on her :

merry look.


cell ;


We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. 10 And let the nurse this night sit up with you ; What! is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? | For I am sure you have your hands full all Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

In this so sudden business. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good Lady Cap.

Good night :

Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thon hast need. A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.

Jul. Farewell! God knows when we shall Enter JULIET.

meet again. Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

That almost freezes up the heat of life : Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have I'll call them back again to comfort me: you been gadding?

Nurse! What should she do here? Juil. Where I have learn'd me to repent the My dismal scene I needs must act alone. sin

Come, vial. Of disobedient opposition

What if this mixture do not work at all ? To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd Shall I be married then to-morrow morning! By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, 20 No, no ; this shall forbid it: lie thou there. And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you !

Laying down a dagger. Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

What if it be a poison, which the friar Cap. Send for the county ; go tell him of this : Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' Because he married me before to Romeo !

I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, And gave him what becomed love I might, For he hath still been tried a holy man. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, Cap. Why, I am glad on’t; this is well : I wake before the time that Romeo stand up :

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! This is as 't should be. Let me see the county ; Shall I not then be stified in the vault, Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,

in, All our whole citr is much bound to him. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ! Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my | Or, if I live, is it not very like, closet,

The horrible conceit of death and night, To help me sort such needful ornaments Together with the terror of the place, As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow ? As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, Lady Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is Where, for this many hundred years, the bones time enough.

Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; Cap. Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to church Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,

to-morrow. Ereunt JULIET and Nurse. Lies fest'ring in his shrond ; where, as they say, Lady Cap. We shall be short in our provision : | At some hours in the night spirits resort : 'Tis now near night.

Alack, alack! is it not like that I, Cap.

Tush! I will stir about, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the wife.

earth, Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;

That living mortals, hearing them, run mad : I'll not to bed to-night ; let me alone;

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho! Environed with all these hideous fears, They are all forth: well, I will walk myself And madly play with my forefathers' joints, To County Paris, to prepare him up

And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shrond! Against to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light, And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. bone,

Ereunt. As with a club, dash out my desperate brains!

0! look, methinks I see my cousin's ghost SCENE III.-The Same. JULIET'S Chamber.

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Enter JULIET and Nurse.

Upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay! Jul. Ay, those attires are best; but, gentle Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

She falls upon her bed within the curtains. nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons

SCENE IV.-The Same. Hall in CAPULET'S To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full
of sin.

Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
Enter Lady CAPULET.

Lady Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch Lady Cap. What ! are you busy, ho? need you

more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the my help? Jul. No, madam ; we have cull'd such neces.

pastry. saries

Enter CAPULET. As are behoveful for our state to.morrow :

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock So please you, let me now be left alone,

hath crow'd,



The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

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


Look, look! O heavy day! Lady Cap. O me! O me! my child, my only life,

ere now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Lady Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;


But I will watch you from such watching now.
Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs,
and baskets.
Now, fellow,
First Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I

What's there?

know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste.

Exit First Servant.

Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Second Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find

out logs,

Re-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.

SCENE V.-The Same. JULIET'S Chamber.
Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet ! fast,
I warrant her, she:

Why, lamb why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!

What! not a word? you take your pennyworths

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Exit. Cap. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!


Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith! 'tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would.
Music within.
I hear him near.
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's!

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
O son! the night before thy wedding-day
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,

Par. Have I thought long to see this morn-
ing's face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Lady Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate-
ful day!

Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!


Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down

I must needs wake you. Lady ! lady ! lady!
Alas! alas! Help! help! my lady's dead!
O! well-a-day, that ever I was born.
Some aqua vitæ, ho! My lord, my lady!

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help! help! Call help.




Cap. For shame! bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

ceas'd, she's dead;

Nurse. She's dead,
alack the day!
Lady Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's
dead, she's dead.

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.

Nurse. O lamentable day!

Lady Cap.

O woeful time! 30 Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,

Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with



Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woeful day, O woeful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited,
slain !

Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd,

Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now 60
To murder, murder our solemnity?

O child! O child my soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! alack! my child is dead;
And with my child my joys are buried.

Fri. Peace, ho! for shame! confusion's cure
lives not

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:

Enter Lady CAPULET.

Lady Cap. What noise is here?
O lamentable day! Your part in her you could not keep from death,
Lady Cap. What is the matter?
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.


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