Cap. How canft thou try them fo?

-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, be gone.

We fhall be much unfurnished for this time. -What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? Nurfe. Ay, forfooth."

Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her: A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet.

Nurfe. See, where he comes from Shrift with merry Look.

Cap. How now, my head-ftrong? where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin Of difobedient oppofition

To

you and your Behifts; and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here, [She kneels. 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. Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence' cell, And gave him what becoming love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of Modefty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up; This is as't fhould be.-Let me fee the County; Ay, marry-Go, I fay, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God, this reverend holy Friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me into To help me fort fuch needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

my

closet,

La.

La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to Church to[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.

morrow.
6

La. Cap. We fhall be fhort in our provifion; 'Tis now near night.

Cap. Tufh, I will stir about,

And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife.
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,
I'll not to bed to-night. Let me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once.-What ho!
They are all forth; well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up

Againit to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is so reclaim'd.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

SCENE III.

Changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurfe.

Jul.
AY, thofe attires are beto myfelf

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

7 For I have need of many Orifons

To move the heav'ns to fimile upon my State, Which, well thou know'ft, is cross, and full of Sin.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you bufy? do you need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow.

So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurfe this night fit up with you;

6 We shall be short-] That is, We fhall be defective.

7 For I have need, &c.] Juliet plays moft of her pranks un

der the appearance of religion: perhaps Shakespeare meant to punifh her hypocrify.

For,

For, I am fure, you have your hands full all,
In this fo fudden business.

La. Cap. Good-night,

Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt. Jul. Farewel God knows, when we shall meet again!

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurfe! What should fhe do here?

My difmal scene I needs must act alone:

Come, phial-what if this mixture do not work at

all?

Shall I of force be married to the Count?
No, no, this shall forbid it. Lie thou there

[Laying down a dagger.
-What if it be a poifon, which the Friar
Subtly hath miniftred, to have me dead,
Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath ftill been tried a holy man.

-How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo

Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be ftifled in the vault,

To whofe foul mouth no healthfom air breathes in,

And there be ftrangled ere my Romeo comes?

Or, if I live, is it not very like,

The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,

As in a vault, an antient receptacle,

Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried Ancestors are packt;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies feftring in his fhroud; where, as they say,
At fome hours in the night fpirits refort.

H.2

Alas,

8

Alas, alas! is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathfom fmells,

And fhrieks, like mandrake's torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad. 20
Or, if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,
Invironed with all thefe hideous fears,

HA

And madly play with my före fathers' joints.
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his fhroud?
And in this rage, with fome great kinfman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desp❜rate brains?
O look! methinks, I fee my cousin's ghoft
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his Body
Upon a Rapier's Point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, here's drink! Romeo, I drink to thee..

[She throws herself on the bed.

Changes to Capulet's Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurfe..

La. Cap. HOLD, take these keys and fetch more

fpices, nurfe.

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

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath

crow'd,

9 The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock Look to the bak'd Meats, good Angelica. Spare not for Coft.

8 is it not like, that 1.] This fpeech is confufed and inconfequential, according to the diforder of Juliet's mind.

9 The curfew bell-] I know not that the morning bell is called the curfeu in any other place.

Nurfs.

Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go.

Get you to bed, 'faith, you'll be fick to morrow, For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere

now

All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time,

But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now..
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse,
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood..
Now fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with spits, and logs, and baskets.

Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not

what.

Cap. Make hafte, make hafte. Sirrah, fetch drier logs,

Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.

Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou fhalt be logger-head.Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight,

[Play mufick.

For fo, he said, he would. I hear him near.
Nurfe,-wife,-what, ho! what nurfe, I fay?

Enter Nurfe.

Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make hafte,
Make hafte, the Bride-groom he is come already.
Make hafte, I fay,

[Exeunt Capulet and Nurfe, feverally.