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La. Cap. You are too hot.

Cap. It makes me mad: day, night, hour, tide, work, play,

Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been,
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demefns, youthful, and nobly-allied,
Stuff'd, as they fay, with honourable parts,
Proportion'd as one's thought would with a man:
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's Tender,
To answer, I'll not wed,I cannot love,
I am too young,I pray you, pardon me-
But, if you will not wed, I'll pardon you:
Graze where you will, you fhall not house with me;
Look to't, think, on't, I do not use to jeft.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise;
If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend:
If you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i' th' ftreets;
For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine fhall ever do thee good.
Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forfworn. [Exit.
Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds,
That fees into the bottom of my grief?
O, sweet my mother, caft me not away,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week
Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dun monument where Tybalt lies.


La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not fpeak a


Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-0 Nurfe, how fhall this be pre


My Hufband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n;
How fhall that Faith return again to Earth,
Unless that Hufband fend it me from Heav'n,
By leaving Earth ?-Comfort me, counfel me.


Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise stratagems
Upon fo foft a fubject as myself!

What fay'st thou? haft thou not a word of Joy?
Some Comfort, Nurfe.

Nurse. Faith, here it is:

Romeo is banilh'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 ftealth.

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 so keen, fo quick, fo fair an eye
As Paris hath. Befhrew my very heart,
I think you happy in this fecond match,
For it excels your firft; or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here, and you no use of him.
Jul. Speak'ft thou from thy heart?

Nurfe. And from my Soul too,

Or else befhrew them both.

ful. Amen.

Nurse. What?

Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous


Go in, and tell iny lady I am gone,

Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make confeffion, and to be abfolv'd.

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,

$6 -Jo keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, fo green.

7 As living here,] Sir T. Han mer reads, as living hence; that

is at a distance, in banishment, but here may fignify, in this world.


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 shall be twain:
I'll to the Friar, to know his remedy;
If all elfe fail, myfelf have power to die.



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Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.


N Thurfday, Sir? The time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so, 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 fhe fhould give her forrow fo much fway;
And, in his wifdom, haftes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by fociety.

Now do you know the reafon of this hafte?
Fri. I would, I knew not why it fhould be flow'd.

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

8 And I am, &c.] His hafte fball not be abated by my flowness. It might be read,

And I am nothing flow to back

his halle. That is, I am diligent to abet and enforce his hafte.


Enter Juliet.


Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jal. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, muft be, Love, on Thursday


Jul. What must be, shall be.

Fri. That's a certain text.

Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. To answer that, I fhould 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 fpoke 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 fpeak, I fpeak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hath flander'd it. Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to you at evening mass?

Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My Lord, I must intreat the time alone.

Par. God fhield, I should disturb devotion. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze 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, past hope, paft cure, past help.

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Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief,
It ftrains me paft the Compafs of my Wits.
I hear, you muft, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this County.

Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou heard'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst 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
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo's 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 some present counsel; or, behold,
"Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife
• Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that,
Which the commiffion 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'ft fpeak 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 thyself, Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake

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

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower;

Shall play the umpire ;] That

is, this knife fhall decide the Struggle between me and my diftrefles,

2-commiffion of thy years and art] Commiffion is for au

thority or power.


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