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Jul. Wilt t
Rom. It wa
Rom. Let I am conte
And fall upon the ground, as I do now,
Disgressing from the valour of a man:
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
(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:
Take heed, take heed, for sach die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
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.-
Go before, nurse! commend me to thy lady!
Nurse. O, Lord, I could have staid here all the night
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
Hie you, make haste,for it grows very late! (Exu. Nuk
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,
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee.
SCENE IV. A room in CAPULET's house.
, 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
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday
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
I'll say, to
'Tis but the Nor that is
The vaulty I have mor
How is't, ne
Jul. It is, It is the la: Straining
0, now I
Hunting the 0, now be Rom. Mor
Jul, 0, Rom,
O’Thursday let it be; — o'Thursday, tell her, Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul :
Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below,
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?
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La. Cap. Why, how now,
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;
Jul. Feeling so the loss,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for
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 ?
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death; Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder.
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
Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such
[Romeo descends. child !
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
Jul, o, think'sť thou; we shall ever meet again? The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church,
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,
Par. My fate And I am nott
Fri. You say Uneven is the Par. Immoc And therefor For Venus se Now, sir, her That she dot And in his w To stop the Which, too May be pat 1
Now do you
Fri. I would
Look, sir, he
He shall not make me there a joyful bride.
To have her 'match'd: and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
lord and father, madam, Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,
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;
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
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
What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of jos?
Some comfort, nurse!
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge foa;
Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madan,
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,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Cap. Hang thee,young baggage! disobedient wretch! Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ?
Or else beshrew them both.
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous mack.
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
, 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.--
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;
A CT IV.
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.
Fri. My lei My lord, we
Par. God Juliet, on T Till then,
Jul. O, shu
Jul. Tell -
Give me so Twist my Shall play
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
Which craves as desperate an execution,
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself;
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk,
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
[Aside. 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;
To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.
To marry Paris ! Wednesday is to-morrow;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
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
His natural progress, but surcease to beat:
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stilf, and stark, and cold, appear like death :
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,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
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 ?
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
Go, waken Juliet,
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?
(Exit Servant. My dismal scene I needs mast act alone. -
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
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,
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence cell; The horrible conceit of death and night,
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
, 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,
At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
So early waking, -- what with loathsome smells;
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.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry
crow'd, For I have need of many orisons
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-
Nurse. Go, go, yon cot-quean, go!
For this watching
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
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:
Cap. A jealous-hood,
fast, I warrant Why, lamb! — why Why, love, I say!-
La. Cap. O me, Revive, look up, a
Help, help!- cal
Cap. For shame,
Ties op my tonga
(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Narx.
a jealous-hood! – NOK
again! I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Par. Have I tho
Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets