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Disgressing from the valour of a man:
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.

Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Fri. Arise! one knycks! good Romeo, hide thyself! Killing that love, which thou hast vowd to cherish:

(Knocking within. Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, Rom. Not I; unless the breath of heart-sick groans, Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both, Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,

[Knocking. Is set on fire by thine own ignorance, Fri. Hark, how they knock! - Who's there? And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Romeo, arise!

What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, Thou wilt be taken! - stay a while! - stand up! For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead:

[ Knocking. There art thou happy. Tybalt would kill thee, Run to my study!-- By and by:-God's will! But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy toe. What wilfulness is this? I come, I come! [Knocking. The law, that threatend death, becomes thy friend

, Who knocks so hard? whence come yon? what's And turns it to exile; there art thou happy. your will?

A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Nurse. (Within.] Let me come in, and you shall Happiness courts thee in her best array; know my errand;

But, like a misbehav'd and sullen wench, I come from lady Juliet.

Thou pout’st upon thy fortune and thy lore:
Fri. Welcome then !

Take heed, take heed, for sach die miserable.
Enter Nurse.

Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Nurse. O holy friar, 0, tell me, holy friar, Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her:
Where is my lady's lord, where's Romeo ? But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
Fri. There on the ground, with his own tears made for then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
drunk.

Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time Nurse. 0, he is even in my mistress' case, To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends

, Just in her case !

Beg pardon of the prince and call thee back Fri. O woeful sympathy!

With twenty hundred thousand times more joy, Piteous predicament!

Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Nurse. Even so lies she,

Go before, nurse! commend me to thy lady!
Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering. And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
-Stand up, stand up! stand, an you be a man! Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand ! Romeo is coming.
Why should you fall into so deep an 0?

Nurse. O, Lord, I could have staid here all the night
Rom. Nurse!

To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!Nurse. Ah sir! Ah sir! - Well, death's the end My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. of all!

Řom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide
Ron. Spak’st thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bade me give you, sir?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,

Hie you, make haste,for it grows very late! (Exu. Nuk
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this!
With blood remov'd but little from her own? Fri. Go hence! Good night! and here stands al
Where is she? and how doth she? and what says your state;
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?

Either begone before the watch be set, Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence ; weeps;

Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your mau, And now falls on her bed; and then starts up, And he shall signify from time to time And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Every good hap to you, that changes here: And then down falls again.

Give me thy hand ! 'tis late: farewell! good night' Rom. As if that name,

Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,

It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand Farewell!
Murder'd her kinsman.-0 tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy

SCENE IV. A room in CAPULET's house.
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris
The hateful mansion. (Drawing his sword. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so uuluckily

, Fri. Hold thy desperate hand!

That we have had no time to move our daughter Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art ; Look yon, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly

. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote And so did I.

Well, we were born to die.The unreasonable fury of a beast:

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night; Unseemly woman, in a seeming man!

I promise you, but for your company, Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both !

I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,

Par. These times of woe afford no time to wo! I thought thy disposition better temper'd.

Madam, good night! commend me to your daughter! Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself? La.Cap. I wilt, and know her mind early to-morrow And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,

To-night she's mew'd ap to her heaviness

. By doing damned hate upon thyself?

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Of my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
In thee at once ; which thou at once would'st lose. Wife, go yon to her ere you go to bed;
Fy, fy! thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit : Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;
Which, like an isurer, abound'st in all,

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday
And usest none in that true use indeed,

But, sost! what day is this? Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Pur. Monday, my lord ! Thy noble shape is but a form a wax,

Cap.Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon

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O’Thursday let it be; — o'Thursday, tell her, Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul :
She shall be married to this noble earl:

Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
Will you be ready? do you like this haste ? As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
We'll keep no great ado; - a friend, or two:- Either my eyesight fails, or thou look’st pale.
For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: It may be thought we held it carelessly,

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu? Being our kinsman, if we revel much :

(Exit Romeo. Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: And there an end. But wh say you to Thursday? I thou art fickle, what dost thou with him,

Par.My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. That is renown’d for faith? Be fickle, fortune! Cap. Well, get you gone!-O'Thursday be it then! - For then hope, thou wilt not keep him long, Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

But send him back. Prepare her, wife, against

this wedding-day.- La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Farewell, my lord!-

Light to my chamber, ho ! Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? Afore me, it is so very late, that we

Is she not down so late, or up so early?
May call it early by and by. -Good night![Exeunt. What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ?
SCENE V. - Juliet's chamber.

Enter Lady CAPULET.
Enter Romeo and Juliet.

La. Cap. Why, how now,

Juliet?
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Jul. Madam, I am not well.
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Therefore, have done! Some grief shows much of love;
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss!
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: La.Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend,
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Which you weep for.
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops;

Jul. Feeling so the loss,
I must be gone and live, or stay and die. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for
It is some meteor, that the sun exhales,

his death, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. And light thee on thy way to Mantua:

Jul. What villain, madam ?
Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye, And yet, no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;

La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : l'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! I have more care to stay, than will to go;

La.Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not! Come, death, welcome! Juliet wills it so.

Then weep no more! I'll send to one in Mantua,How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day. Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away!

That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, It is the lark that sings so out of tune,

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company; Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. Some say, the lark makes sweet division;

Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied This doth not so, for she divideth us:

With Romeo, till I behold him-deadSome say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd: 0, now I would they had chang'd voices too! Madam, if you could but find out a man Since arm from arm that voice doth ns affray, To bear a poison, I would temper it; Hunting thee hence, with hunts-up to the day. That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, 0, now be gone! more light and light it grows. Soon sleep in quiet: - 0, how my heart abhors Rom. More light and light?- more dark and dark To hear him nam’d, - and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt
Enter Nurse.

Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
Nurse. Madam!

La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such
Jul. Nurse?
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl!
The day is broke; be wary, look about![Exit Nurse. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time:
Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out! What are they, I beseech your ladyship?
Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend! La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father,

[Romeo descends. child !
Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord ! my friend! One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,
I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,
For in a minute there are many days!

That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. 0! by this count I shall be much in years,

Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Lu. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity

morn,
That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,

Jul, o, think'sť thou; we shall ever meet again? The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Rom. I doubt it not; aud all these woes shall serve Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,

our woes.

a man.

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He shall not make me there a joyful bride.

To have her 'match'd: and having now provided
I wonder at this haste; that I must wed

A gentleman of princely parentage,
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
I
pray you,

lord and father, madam, Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,
I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man, –
It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, And then to have a wretched puling fool,
Rather than Paris. These are news indeed! A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so To answer - - I'll not wed, - I cannot love,
yourself,

I am too young, - I pray you, pardon me! And see how he will take it at your hands. But, an you will not wed, i'll pardon you. Enter CAPULET and Nurse.

Graze where you

shall not house with me; Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. But for the sunset of my brother's son,

Thursday is near;lay hand on heart, advise! It rains downright.

An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
How now? a conduit, girl ? what, still in tears? An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets,
Evermore showering? in one little body

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: Nor what is mine shall never do thee good!
For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Esi.
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark' thy body is, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; That sees into the bottom of my grief?
Who, - raging with thy tears, and they with them, - 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Without a sudden calm, will overset

Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Thy tempest-tossed body.— How now, wife? Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

In that dim monument, where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Ay, sir! but she will none, she gives you La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; thanks.

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Exit

.
I would, the fool were married to her grave! Jul. O God!-'Onurse! how shall this be prevented?
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife! My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? How shall that faith return again to earth,
Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd, Unless that husband send it me from heaven
Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought By leaving earth?- comfort me, counsel me!-
So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagem;
Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you Upon so soft a subject as myself! –
have:

What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of jos?
Proud can I never be of what I hate;

Some comfort, nurse!
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo
Cap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What is Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
this?

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge foa;
Proud, --and, I thank you, — and, I thank you not;- Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
And yet not proud. — Mistress minion, you, Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, I think it best you married with the county.
But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, O, he's a lovely gentleman!
To do with Paris to Saint Peter's church,

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madan,
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, boy baggage! As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, You tallow-face!

I think you are happy in this second match,
La. Cap. Fye, fye! what, are you mad?

For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
Hear me with patience but to speak a word ! As living here, and you no use of him.

Cap. Hang thee,young baggage! disobedient wretch! Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ?
I tell thee what, - get thee to church o'Thursday, Nurse. From my soul too ;
Or never after look me in the face !

Or else beshrew them both.
Speak not, reply not, do not auswer me!

Jul. Amen!
My fingers itch: — Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, Nurse. To what?
That God had sent us but this only child;

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous mack.
But now I see this one is one too much,

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, And that we have a curse in having her:

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence

' cell

, Out on her, hilding!

To make confession, and to be absolvid. Nurse. God in heaven bless her!

Nurse. Marry, I will! and this is wisely done. (Esik. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Jul. Ancient damnation! 0 most wicked fiend! Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Is it more sin - to wish

me thus forsworn, Good prudence! smatter with your gossips, go ! Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue, Nurse. I speak no treason.

Which she hath prais'd him with above compare Cap. O, God ye good den!

So many thousand times? - Go, counsellor; Nurse. May not one speak ?

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twaia.--
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;
Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, If all else fail," myself have power to die. [sk.
For here we need it not.
La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad ! Day, night,

A CT IV.
late, early,

SCENE I. - Friar Lauresce's cell. At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Enter Friar Laurence and Panis. Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been Fri. On Thursday, sis? the time is very short.

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Which craves as desperate an execution,
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind : If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself;
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

A thing like death to chide away this shame,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,

From off the battlements of yonder tower;
To stop the inundation of her tears ;

Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk,
Which, too much minded by herself alone,

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
May be put from her by society :

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
Now do you know the reason of this haste.

O'er cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

[Aside. Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards

my
cell.

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Enter JULIET.

Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! And I will do it without fear or doubt,
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. Fri. Hold, then , go home, bë merry, give consent
Jul. What must be shall be.

To marry Paris ! Wednesday is to-morrow;
Fri. That's a certain text.

To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.

When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.

A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
Being spoke hehind your back, than to your face.

His natural progress, but surcease to beat:
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that;

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
For it was bad enough, before their spite.

To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
report.

Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth;

Shall stilf, and stark, and cold, appear like death :
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. - And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. Then (as the manner of our country is,)

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion! -

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you; Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

[Exit Paris. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, And hither shall he come; and he and I Come weep with me! Past hope, past cure, past Will watch thy waking, and that very night help!

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; And this shall free thee from this present shame; It strains me past the compass of my wits : If no inconstant toy, nor womanisl fear, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Abate thy valour in the acting it. On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this, Fri. Hold! get you gone, be strong and prospe

Ju!. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear! Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, In this resolve! I'll send a friar with speed Do thou but call my resolution wise,

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. And with this knife I'}l help it presently.

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;

help afford ! And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Farewell, dear father!

(Ereunr. Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

SCENE II.- A room in CAPULET's house. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse and SerGive me some present counsel; or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that,

[Exit Servant. Which the commission of thy years and art Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks! Could to no issue of true honour bring.

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

if they can lick their fingers. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Cup. How canst thou try them so ?
Fri. Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick

vants.

T.

Cap. Make haste,

Sirrah, fetch do Call Peter, he will

2 Serv. I have a And perer trouble Cap. 'Mass, and Thou shalt be logg The county will b

For so he said he
Nurse! - Wife!

Go, waken Juliet,
I'll go and chat wit
Make haste! the br
Make haste, I say

SCENE V. - Julie

his own fingers; therefore he, that cannot lick his 'I'II call them back again to comfort me; – fingers, goes not with me.

Nurse! - What should she do here?
Cap. Go, begone! -

(Exit Servant. My dismal scene I needs mast act alone. -
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.- Come, phial! -
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? What if this mistare do not work at all?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Must I of force be married to the county? Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on No, no! - this shall forbid it !- lie thou there! – her:

(Laying down a dagger A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

What if it be a poison, which the Iriar
Enter Juliet.

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, look.

Because he married me before to Romeo? Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not, been gadding?

For he hath still been tried a holy man: Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin I will not entertain so bad a thought. of disobedient opposition

How if, when I am laid into the tomb, To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd I wake before the time that Romeo By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! And beg your pardon. — Pardon, I beseech you! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes is,
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Or, if I live, is it not very like,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence cell; The horrible conceit of death and night,
And gave him what becomed lave I might, Together with the terror of the place, –
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Cap. Why, I am glad on’t; this is well, --stand up! Where, for these many hundred years

, the boges This is as't should be. — Let me see the county ; Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither! Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth

, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

Lies fest'ring in his shrond; where, as they say,
All our whole city is much bound to him.

At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
To help me sort such needful ornaments

So early waking, -- what with loathsome smells;
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-
enough.

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her! — we'll to church to- Environed with all these hideous fears?

[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. And madly play with my forefathers' joints? La. Car. We shall be short in our provision ; And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? 'Tis now near night.

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's best, Cap. Tush! I will stir about,

As with a'elub, dash out my desperate brains? And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife! O look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her!

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body I'll not to bed to-night! – let me alone!

Upon a rapier's point:- Stay, Tybalt, stay!I'll play the housewife for this once. – What, ho!- Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee! They are all forth! Well, I will walk myself

[She throws herself upon To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light,

SCENE IV. - Capulet's hall.
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
[Exeunt. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch More

spices, nurse!
SCENE III. — Joljet's chamber.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry
Nurse.

.
Jul. Ay, those attires are best! – But, gentle nurse, Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock ball
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

crow'd, For I have need of many orisons

The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-
To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. Spare not for cost.
Enter Lady Capulet.

Nurse. Go, go, yon cot-quean, go!
La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my Get you to bed ! 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow,

For this watching
Jul. "No, madam ! we have cull'd such necessaries, cap. No, not a whit!" What! I have watched eve
As are behoved for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

time: In this so sudden business.

But I will watch yon from such watching now:
La. Cap. Good night!
Get thee to bed, and rest! for thou hast need!

Cap. A jealous-hood,
(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. fellow,
Jul. Farewell! — God knows, when we shall meet What's there?

Nurse. Mistress!

fast, I warrant Why, lamb! — why Why, love, I say!-

bride!
What, not a word?
Sleep for a week;
The county Paris 11
That you shall rese
(Harry, and amen!
I needs must wake
Av, let the county
He'll fright you up-
What, drest! and
I must needs wale
Alas! alas! - Hel
O, well-a-day, th
Some aqua-vitae,

En
La. Cap. What
Nurse. O lament
La. Cap. What
Nurse. Look, lo

morrow.

La. Cap. O me, Revive, look up, a

Help, help!- cal

the bed

Cap. For shame,
Nurse. She's de

day!
La. Cap. Alack

she's dead!
Cap. Ha! let me
Her blood is sett)
Life and these lip
Death lies on her,
Cpon the sweetest
Accursed time! u
Nurse, O lament
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Cap. Death, that

wail,

now

to

Ties op my tonga
Enter Friar Lati
Pri. Come, is the
Cap. Ready
Oson, the night
Hath death lain w
Flower as she wa
Death is my son-
My daughter he
And leave him al

(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Narx.

a jealous-hood! – NOK