SCENE changes to Capulet's Houfe.

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and two or three fervants.

O many Guests invite, as here are writ;

Cap. So

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Ser. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canft thou try them fo?

Ser. 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 shall be much unfurnifh'd 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?

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

To You and your Behefts; and am enjoyn'd
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here,
And beg your pardon: Pardon, I beseech
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

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 ftepping 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,

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 my closet,
To help me fort fuch needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to morrow?

La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to Church to mor[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We fhall be short in our provision;

row.

'Tis now near night.

Cap. Tufh, I will ftir 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 my self
To County Paris, to prepare him up

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

Jul.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Y, those attires are beft; but, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to my self to night:

For I have need of many Orifons

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

Enter lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you bufie, 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 nurse this night fit up with you;
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

gain!

God knows, when we shall meet a

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 fhould fhe do here?

My difmal scene I needs must act alone:

Come, vial - What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I of force be marry'd to the Count?
No, no, this fhall forbid it; lye thou there

[Pointing to a dagger.

What if it be a poison, 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 whose foul mouth no healthfome 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 some hours in the night fpirits refort
Alas, alas! is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And fhrieks, like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
Or if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,

(Invironed

(Invironed with all these hideous fears,)
And madly play with my fore-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 defp'rate brains?
O look! methinks, I fee my coufin's ghoft
Seeking out Romeo, that did fpit his Body
Upon a Rapier's Point.- -Stay, Tybalt, ftay!

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

O

[She throws herself on the bed.

SCENE changes to Capulet's Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurfe.

La. Cap. H

Old, take these keys and fetch more fpices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd,

The curphew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the bak'd Meats, good Angelica.

Spare not for Coft.

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 mouse-hunt in your time,

But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now.

[Ex. Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood

Now, fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets. Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what.

Cap.

Cap. Make hafte, make hafte; Sirrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. Ser. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry horfon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-good faith, 'tis day. [Play mufick.

The County will be here with mufick ftraight,
For fo, he said, he would. I hear him near.
Nurfe,-wife,-what, ho! what, nurse, I fay?
Enter Nurse.

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 say.

[Ex. Capulet and Nurfe, feverally.

SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed.

Nurse.

Re-enter Nurse.

'Iftress,—what, mistress! Juliet-Fast, I warrant her,

M

Why, lamb-why, lady-Fie, you flug-a-bed-
Why, love, I fay-Madam, fweet-heart-why, bride—
What, not a word! you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath fet up his Reft,

That you shall rest but little-God forgive me-
Marry, and amen!How found is the asleep?
I muft needs wake her: Madam, madam, madam,
Ay, let the County take you in your bed

He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?
What dreft, and in your cloaths- -and down again!
I must needs wake you: Lady, lady, lady-
Alas! alas! help! help! my lady's dead.
O well-a-day, that ever I was born?
Some Aqua vita, ho! my lord, my lady!

Enter