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And that we have a curse in having her ; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee,
(Exit. Nurje. God in heaven bless her!
Jul. O God !-- nurse !--how shall thuis be You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.
prevented ? Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your My huiband is on earth, my faith in heaven ; tongue,
How shall that faith return again to earth, Good prudence ; (matter with your gossips, go. Unless that hutband send it me from heaven Nurje. I fpeak no treason.,
By leaving earth --comfort me, counsel moCap. O, Goxi ye good den!
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise tratagems Nurje. May not one speak ?
Upon to foii a subject as myself lCap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
What fay'st thou ? haft chou not a word of joy ? Urcer your gravity o'er a goliip's bowl,
Some comfort, nurse. For here we need it not.
Nurje. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo La. Cap. You are too hot.
Is banished ; and all the world to nothing, Cup. God's bread! it makes me mad : Day, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; night, lare, early,
Or, if he do, it needs must be by Atealth. At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Then, since the case fo ftands as now it doth, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been I think it best you married with the county. To have her matchi'd : and having now provided Oh! he's a lovely gentleman ! A gentleman of princely parentage,
Romeo's a difh-clout to him ; an eagle, madam, Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly trainod, Hath not fo green, lo quick, so fair an eye Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts, As Paris hath. Bethrew my very heart, Proportion'd as one's thought would with a man, I think you are happy in this second match, And then to have a wretched puling fool, For it excels your firit; or if it did not, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good hç were, To answer I'll not wed,-1 cannot love, As living here and you no use of him. • I am too young, - pray you, pardon me ;'— Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you : [me; Nurse. And from my soul too; Graze where you will, you shall not house with Or elle beshrew them both Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jeft.
Jul. Amen! Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise : Nurfi. What ?
(mucho An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous An you be nof, hang, beg, ítarve, die i'the streets, Go in ; and tell my lady I am gune, For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, Nor what is mine thall never do thee good : To make confeffion, and to be absolvid. Trult co's, bethink you, I'll not be fortworn, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit.
(Exito Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds, Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked tiend! That sees into the bottom of my griefi Is it more fio-0 with me thus fortworn, O, sweet my mother, calt me not away! Or to difpraise my lord with that same congue Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Which the hath prais d him with above compare Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed So many thousand times? -Go, counsellor ; In thu dion monument where Tyhalt lies. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. La. Cup. Talk not to me, for I'll nur speak a I'll to the friar, co know his remedy : word;
If all elle fail, myself have power to die. (Exile
Now, fir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she Jo give her forrow fo much fway" ;
And, in his wisdom, hartes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Par. My father Capulet will have it fo; May be put from her by fociety :
Fri. You (xx, you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I would I knew not why it thould be fou'd. Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death, Look, fis, here comes the lady towards my ceil. And therefore little have I talk'd of love;
Enter Juliet. Fur l'enus (miles not in a house of tears.
Par. Happily met, my ladly, and my wife!
Jul. That may be, fir, when I may be a wife. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it:
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. And hide me with a dead man in his throud, Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with | Things that, to hear them told, have made me
tremble ; Jul. The tears have got small victory by that ; And I will do it without fear or doubt, For it was bad enough, before their spight. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Par. Thou wrong'it it, more than tears, with Fri. Hold, then; go home; be merry, give that report.
conferit Jul. That is no Nander, fir, which is a truth; To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. [it. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hart Nander'd Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Take thou this phial, being then in bed, Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
And this distilled liquor drink thou off : Or shall I come to you at evening mass? When, prefently, through all thy veins ihall run Fri. My leisure ferves me, pensive daughter, A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for no pulse fhall keep My lord, we must intreat the time alone. His natural progress, but surcease to beat : Par. God Thield, I thould disturb devotion !
-No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'it; Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you : The roles in thy lips and cheeks fhall fade "Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. To paly alhes; thy eyes' windows fall,
[Exit Paris. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Jul. O, fut the door! and when thou hast Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Jone so,
[help!Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death : Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, pait And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Fri. Ab, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
Thou Malt remain full two and forty hours, It strains me palt the compars of my wits : And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Now when the bridegroom in the moming comes On Thursday next be married to this county. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
'Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Then (as the manner of our country is) Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it : In thy beft robes uncover'd on the bier, If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vauit, Do thou but call my resolution wise,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. And with this knife I'll help it presently. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo feald, And hither snall he come; and he and I Shall be the label to another deed,
Will watch thy waking, and that very night Or my trụe heart with treacherous revolt Shail Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Turn to another, this Thall Nay them both : And this shall free thee from this present shame; Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, If no unconstant toy2, nor womanish fear, Give me some present counsel; or, behold, Abate thy valour in the acting it. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Ful. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and profWhich the commiflion' of thy years and art
perous Couki to no issue of true honour bring.
In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Jul. Love, give me strength! and Strength shall Fri. Hold, daughter ; I do ipy a kind of hope,
help afford. Which craves as desperate an execution
Farewel, dear father! As that is desperate which we would prevent.
SCE N E II. If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Capulet's Houle. Thou hast the strength of will to Nay thyself;
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulei, Nurse, and Servaets. Iben is it likely, thou wilt undertake
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Aing like death to chide away tkis hame,
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
Sery. You shall have none ill, fir; for I'll try if| Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of fin. they can lick their fingers.
Enter Lady Capuler.
La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need my
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
[Exit Servani. So please you, let me now be left alone,
(her : In this fo sudden business. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on La, Cap. Good night! A peevith self-willid harlotry it is.
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
[Exeunt Lady, and Nurle.
Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin that almost freezes up the heat of life : of disobedient opposition
l'll call them back again to comfort me ;To
you, and your beherts; and am enjoin'd Nurie !What should she do here? By holy Laurence to fall proftrate here,
My dismal scene I neeus trust act alone.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
[Laying down a dagger 2,
Cap. Why, I am glad on 't ; this is well, itand Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'da
For he hath still been tried a holy man :
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
To whose foul mouth no healthfome air breathes in,
to-morrow. [Exeunt Julien, and Nurse. Or, if I live, is it not very like, La. Cap. We shall be 1hort in our provision ; The horrible conceit of death and night, 'Tis now near night.
Together with the terror of the place --
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth 3,
Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
[Exeunt Capulet, and Lady Capulet. That living mortals, hearing them, run mad-
0! if I wake, shall I not be distraugh: 5,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? Jul. Ay, those attires are beft :-But, gentle And, in this rage, with some great kiosman's bone, nurse,
As with a club, darh out my desperate brains ? pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ; O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghoft For I have need of many orisons
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Upon a rapier's point :-Stay, Tybalt, stay !
Tj. e. from confeffion. 2 This stage-direction has been supplied by the modern editors. The quarto, 1597, reads : “ Kinije, lie thou there.” It appears from several passages in our old plays, that knives were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride. 3 i.e. fresh in carth, newly buried. 4 To fefter is to corrupt. 5 Difraught is distracted.
Romeo, I come: this do I drink to thee. (Marry, and amen!) how found is the asleep!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be ?
What, drett! and in your clothes! and dowa again! Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse.
I must needs wake you :-Lady! lady? lady! La.Cap. Hoid, take these keys, and fetch more Alas! alas "Help! help ! my lady's dead ! spices, nurse.
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born !-
Enter Lady Capulet. Cap. Come, sir, stir, ftir! the second cock hath La. Cap. What noise is here? crow'd,
Nurse. O lamentable day! The curfeu bell hath runs, 'tis three o'clock : La. Cap. What's the matter? Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :
Narfe. Look, look! O heavy day! Spare not for cost.
La.Cap. Ome, o me!--my child, my only life! Nurje. Go, you cot-quean, go,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
ere now All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick. Nurfe. She's dead, deceas’d, she's dead; aixk the La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, the's dead, your time ;
The's dead. But I will watch you from such watching now'. Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas ! fhe's cold,
[Exeunt Lady Capules, and Nurse. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff ; Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !--Now, Life and these lips have long been separatel: fellow,
Death lies on her, like an untimely fruit
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
[logs ! La. Cap. O woeful time! Cap. Make hafte, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Call Peter, he will thew thee where they are.
me wail, Serv. I have a head, fir, that will find out logs, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exir
. Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris, with Vafcians. Cap. 'Mafs, and well said ; A merry whoreson! ha,
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Thou fhalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'cis day : Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :The county will be here with musick straight,
O son, the night before thy wedding-day
[Mufick wirbir. Hath death.lain with thy bride :--See, there the lies For so he said he would. I hear him near :
Flower as the was, deflowered now by him. Nurse !Wife!-what, ho !--what, Nurse, I say! Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ; Enter Nurse.
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste,
Par. Have I thought long to see this moming's Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already :
face, Make halte, I say !
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La.Cap.Accursid,unhappy, wretched,hateful day!
Moft miferable hour, that time e'er saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Why, lamb!—why, lady !--fie, you slug a-bed !-- Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Why, love, I say! -madam! sweet-heart !Most lamentable day! most woeful day, why, bride!
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
Never was seen so black a day as this :
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, fain! That you shall reft but little. God forgive me, Moft detestable death, by thee beguilid,
* This expression, which is frequently employed by the old dramatic writers, Mr. Steevens says, it taken from the manner of firing ine harquebuss. This was so heavy a gun, that the soldiers were obliged to carry a suporter called a rejl, which they fired in the ground before they levelled to take aim.
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
Muf. Why beart's ease?
dump, to comfort me.
Pet. You will not then?
Muf. What will you give us ?
Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
2 Muf. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put
W ben griping grief the beart doib wound,
And doleful dump; the mind opprefs,
Then mufick, with her filver found,
What say you, Simon Catling 3 ?
(found. Our instruments, to melancholy bells ;
i Muf. Marry, fr, because silver hath a sweet Our wedding chear, to a sad burial feast;
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck 4 ? Our folemn hymns to fullen dirges change ;
2 Muf. I say---silver found, because musicians
Fri. Sir,goyou in,-nd, madam, go with him ;-- poft ?
3 Muf. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the finger : I
[ Exeunt Cupullt, Ludy Capulet, Paris, and Friar. founding :-
With speedy belp dotblend redress. [Exit, finoing.
2 Muf. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ;
[Exit Nurfe. carry for the murirners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
My bofom's lord sits lightly on his throne;
And, all this day, an unaccuitom'd fpirit
Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
And breath'd such life with killes in my lips,
? A dump anciently signified some kind of dance, as well as forrow. On this occasion it means a mournful fong. 2 To gleek is to fcotr. 3 A catling was a linall luteítring made of caizut. 4 The fiddler is so called from an initrument with three itrings, mentioned by several of the old writers, Rebar, rebecquin. 5 The sense is, if I may only trust the honesty of fleep, which I know however not to be lu nice as not often to practise flattery. The oldest copy reads - the flattering eye of fleep.