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In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

[Exit. ful. O God! O Nurfe, how fhall this be prevented? My Husband is on Earth, my Faith in Heav'n; How fhall that Faith return again to Earth, Unless that Husband fend it me from Heav'n,

By leaving Earth?

-Comfort me, counfel me.

Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise ftratagems
Upon fo foft a fubject as my felf!

What say'st thou? ha'ft thou not a word of Joy?
Some Comfort, Nurse.

Nurse. Faith, here it is:

Romeo is banifh'd; all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you:
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Then fince the cafe fo ftands, as now it doth,
I think it beft, you married with the Count.
Oh, he's a lovely gentleman!

Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam,
Hath not fo green, fo quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Befhrew my very heart,
I think you happy in this fecond match,
For it excels your first; or if it did not,
Your firft is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here, and you no ufe of him.
Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart?

Nurfe. And from my foul too,

Or elfe befhrew them both.

Jul. Amen.

Nurse. What?

Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,

To make confeffion, and to be abfolved.

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit. Ful. Ancient Damnation! O most wicked Fiend!

Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworn,

Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue
Which the hath prais'd him with above compare,

So many thousand times? go, Counsellor,

Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain:
I'll to the Friar, to know his remedy:
If all else fail, my felf have power to die.

[Exit.

ACT IV.

SCENE, the Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.

FRIAR.

N Thursday, Sir! the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it fo,
And I am nothing flow to flack his hafte.
Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's
mind:

Uneven is this courfe, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately fhe weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love,

For Venus fmiles not in a house of tears.
Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That the fhould give her forrow fo much fway;
And, in his wisdom, haftes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by her felf alone,
May be put from her by fociety.

Now do you know the reason of this hafte?

Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd.

Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell.

Enter Juliet.

[Afide.

Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife!

Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, muft be, Love, on Thursday next.
Jul. What must be, fhall be.

Fri. That's a certain text.

Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father?
Jul. To answer That, were to confefs to you.
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me.
Jul. I will confefs to you, that I love him.
Par. So will ye, I am fure, that you love me.
Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that:
For it was bad enough before their spight.

Par. Thou wrong'ft it, more than tears, with that report.

Jul. That is no flander, Sir, which is but truth,

And what I speak, I fpeak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own.

Are you at leisure, holy father, now,

Or fhall I come to you at evening mass ?

Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My lord, I muft intreat the time alone.

Par. God fhield, I fhould disturb devotion: Juliet, on Thursday early will I rowze you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs.

[Exit Paris.

Jul. Go, fhut the door, and when thou haft done fo, Come weep with me, paft hope, paft cure, paft help. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief,

It strains me paft the Compass of my Wits.
I hear, you must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this Count.

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 canft give no help,
Do thou but call my refolution wife,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.

God join'd my heart and Romeo's; thou, our hands;

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And

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo feal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this fhall flay them both:
Therefore out of thy long-experienc'd time,
Give me fome prefent counfel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that,
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no iffue of true honour bring:
Be not fo long to fpeak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'fpy a kind of hope,
Which craves as defperate an execution,
As That is defp'rate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou haft the strength of will to flay thy felf,
Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake

A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop'ft with death himself, to 'scape from it :
And if thou dar'ft, I'll give thee remedy.

ful. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower : Or chain me to some steepy mountain's top, Where roaring bears and favage lions roam; Or fhut me nightly in a charnel house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead mens ratling bones, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made Grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; (Things, that to hear them nam'd, have made me tremble ;)

And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unftain'd wife to my fweet love.

Fri. Hold, then, go home, be merry, give confent
To marry Paris; Wednesday is to morrow;
To morrow Night, look, that thou lye alone.
(Let not thy Nurfe lye with thee in thy chamber :)
Take thou this vial, being then in Bed,
And this diftilled liquor drink thou off;

When

When presently through all thy veins fhall run.
A cold and drowfie humour, which fhall feize
Each vital fpirit; for no Pulfe fhall keep
His nat'ral progrefs, but furceafe to beat.
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liveft;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks fhall fade
To paly afhes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he fhuts up the day of life;
Each Part, depriv'd of fupple Government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like Death:
And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake, as from a pleasant sleep.

Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rowse 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,
Be borne to burial in thy kindred's Grave :
Thou shalt be born to that fame antient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lye.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither fhall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy Waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua;
And This fhall free thee from this prefent Shame,
If no unconftant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell me not of fear.

[Taking the vial. Fri. Hold, get you gone, be ftrong and profperous In this Refolve; I'll fend a Friar with speed

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love give me ftrength, and ftrength fhall help

afford.

Farewel, dear father!

[Exeunt.

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