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And that we have a curse in having her ; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee,
Out on her, hilding!

(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

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Now, fir, her father counts it dangerous,
Friar Laurenci's C:1!.

That she Jo give her forrow fo much fway" ;
Enter Friar Laurence, and Parii.

And, in his wisdom, hartes our marriage,

To stop the inundation of her tears;
N Thursday, fir ? the time is very short. Which, too much minded by herself alone,

Par. My father Capulet will have it fo; May be put from her by fociety :
And I am nothing low, to nack his hatte. Now do you know the reason of this harte.

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:
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thurs. And, if thou dar'it, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. What must be shall be. [uay next. Iul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Fri. That's a certain text.

From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Jul. To answer that were to confess to you. Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring beans;
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

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.

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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.
Cap. How canst thou try them so ?

La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need my
Serv. Marry, fir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot

lick his own fingers : therefore he, that cannot Jui. No, madam ; we have cull’d such necessaries
lick his fingers, goes not with me.

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
Cap. Go, begone.

[Exit Servani. So please you, let me now be left alone,
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. And let the nuríc this night sit up with you ;
What, my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? For, I am sure, you have your hands fuil all,
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

(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.
Enter Juliet.

[Exeunt Lady, and Nurle.
Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift " with Jul. Farewel !God knows, when we shall

(been gadding?

meet again.
Cap. How now, my head-strong? where have you I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

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.
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! Come, phial.-
Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Cap. Send for the county ; go, tell him of this ; Shall I of force be married to the count?
l'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. No, no ;--this fhail forbid it :- lie thou there.
Ful. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell ;

[Laying down a dagger 2,
And gave him what becomeu love I might, What if it be a poison, which the friar
Not Itepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up : Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Cap. Why, I am glad on 't ; this is well, itand Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'da
This is as 'i should be. --Let me see the county; Because he married me before to Romeo ?
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

For he hath still been tried a holy man :
All our whole city is much bound to him. I will not entertain so bad a thought.

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
To help me fort such needful ornaments

I wake before the time that Romeo
As you think fit to furnith me to-morrow ? Come to redeem me there's a fearful point!
La. Cap. No, not ’till Thursday ; there is time Shall I not then be stified in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthfome air breathes in,
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :- we'll to church and there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

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 --
Cap. Tuth! I will stir about,

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
And all things thall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;

Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
I'll not to-bed tv-night; let me alone :

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth 3,
I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho!-- Lies fest’ring 4 in his throud; where, as they say,
They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
To county Paris, to prepare him up

Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
Againit to-morrow : my heart is wondrous light, So early waking,what with loathsome smells ;
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,

[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?
Juliet's Chamber.

And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
Enter Juliet, and Nurfe.

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.


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Romeo, I come: this do I drink to thee. (Marry, and amen!) how found is the asleep!
[Sbe throws berfiIf on the bed. i mult needs wake her: Madam! madam! midam!

Ay, let the county take you in your bed;

He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be ?
Capulet's Hall.

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 !-
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the paflıy. Some aqua-vitæ, ho l.--My lord !--my lady!
Enter Capulet.

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!
Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow Help, help call help.
For this night's watching.

Enter Capulet.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is

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
What's there?

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Enter ibree or four, with spits, and logs, and baskets. Accurfed time! unfortunate old man !
Serv. Things for the cook, fir ; but I know not A'urfe. O lamentable day!

[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
Juliet's Chamber ; Juliet on the Bed.

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Enter Nurse.

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
Nurse. Mistress !—what, mistress !-Juliet But one thing to rejoice and folace in,
faft, 1 warrant her:

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!
What, not a word ? you take your penny-10 day! O day! O day! O bateful day!
worths now;

Never was seen so black a day as this :
Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant, О woeful day, 0 woeful day !
The county Paris hach set up his rest",

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 !

Enter Pater,
O love! O life! - not life, but love in death! Pet, Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, beari's
Cap. Defpis'd, distrefled, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!--

Ulicomfortable time! why cam'lt thou now O, an you will have me live, play--heari's ease.
To murder murder our folemnity?

Muf. Why beart's ease?
O child! Ochild!--my soul, and not my child ! Pel. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays
Dead art thou ! -alack! my child is dead ; My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry
And, with my child, my jovs are buried !

dump, to comfort me.
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confufion's cure Muf. Not a dump' we; 'tis no time to play now.
lives not

Pet. You will not then?
In these confusions. Hewen and yourself

Muf. No.
Had part in this fair maid'; now heaven hath all, Pei. I will then give it you foundly.
And all the better is it for the maid :

Muf. What will you give us ?
Your part in her you could not keep from death ; Per. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek? :
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. I will give you the minstrel.
The most you fought washer promotion ; Muf. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd : Pei. Then will I lay the serving.creature's dag-
And weep ye now, seeing the is advanc'd, ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : l'il
Above the clouds, as bigh as heaven itself? re you, I'llfu you ; Do you note me?
0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
That you run mad, seeing that she is well :

2 Muf. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put
She's not well married, that lives marry'd long; out your wit.
But she's best marry'), that dies marry'd young. Per. Then have at you with my wit; I will
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, iron dagger : i-Aniwer me like men :
In all her best array bear her to clfurch :

W ben griping grief the beart doib wound,
For though fond nature bids us all lament,

And doleful dump; the mind opprefs,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Then mufick, with her filver found,
Cap. All things, that we ordainet festival, Why filver sound? why, mifick with ber silver found?
Turn from their office to black funeral :

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
Our bridal flowers ferve for a bury'd corse, found for silver.
And all things change them to the contrary. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Sound.

Fri. Sir,goyou in,-nd, madam, go with him ;-- poft ?
And go, fir Paris ;-- -every one prepare

3 Muf. 'Faith, I know not what to say.
To follow this fair corse unto her grave :

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the finger : I
The heavens do lour upon you, for fome ill ; will say for you. It is a fick witb ber filever
Move them no more, hy crolling their high will. Sound, because such fellows as you have no gold for

[ Exeunt Cupullt, Ludy Capulet, Paris, and Friar. founding :-
Muf. 'Faith we may put up our pipes, and be Tben mufick with ber silver found,

With speedy belp dotblend redress. [Exit, finoing.
Nurse. Honell good fellows, al), put up, put up ; i Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame?
For, well you know, this is a pitiful casc.

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.

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My bofom's lord sits lightly on his throne;
M N T U 4.

And, all this day, an unaccuitom'd fpirit
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Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts.
Enter Romeo.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
Rom. f I may cruit the Aattering truth of (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think)
lleep 5,

And breath'd such life with killes in my lips,
My dreams presage fome joyful news at hand : That I reviv'd, and was anemperor.

? 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.

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