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Cap. Hang thee, young baggage I disobedient Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, wretch!
[day, As living here and you no use of him. I tell thee what,get thee to church o'Thurs Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ? Or never after look me in the face :
Nurse. From my soul too ;
Nurse. To what?
lous much. And that we have a curse in having her : Go in ; and tell my lady I am gone, Out on ber, bilding!
Having displeas'd iny father, to Laurence' cell, Nurse. God in heaven bless her !
To make confession, and to be absolv'd. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your toogue,
Jul. Ancient damnation ! O most wicked Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.
fiend! Nurse. I speak no treason.
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Cap. 0! God ye good den!
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Nurse. May not one speak ?
Which she hath prais'd himn with above com, Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!
pare Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,
So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor ; For here we need it not.
Thou and mny bosom henceforth shall be Lu. Cap. You are too hot.
twain. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad : Day, I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ; night, late, early,
If all else fail, myself have power to die. At home, abroad, alone, in company,
(Exit. Waking, or sleeping, still my care bath been To bave her match'd : and having now pro
Enter Friar LAURENCE, and PARIS.
short. I an too young,-I pray you, pardon me, Par. My father Capulet will have it so ; Bu, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you : And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Graze where you will, you shall not house with Fri. You say you do not know the lady's me :
mind : Look toʻl, think on't, I do not use to jest. Uneven is the course, I like it not. Thursday is near; lay hand on beart, advise : Par. immoderately she weeps for Tyball's All you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
death, Au you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the And therefore have I little talk'd of love ; streets,
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Por
, by my soni, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Now, Sir, ber father counts it dangerous, Nor what is mine sball never do thee good : That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Trust to’t, betbink you, I'll not be forsworu. And, in his wisdom bastes our marriage,
[Erit. To stop the inundation of ber tears ; Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Which, too inuch minded by herself alone, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
May be put from her by society : sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Now do you know the reason of this baste. Delay this marriage for a month, a week ; Fri. I would I knew not why it shonld be Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed
[ Aside, In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Look, Sir, bere comes the lady towards my cell. 14. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a
Jui. That may be, Sir, when I may be a Jul. O God!- morsel how shall this be
wife. prevented ?
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Tburs. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
day next. How shall that faith return again to earth,
Jul. What must be shall be. Unless that husband send it me from heaven
Fri. That's a certain text. By leaving earth 2-Comfort me, counsel me. Par. Come you to make confession to this Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stra
father ? tagems
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to yon. l'pon so soft a subject as myself!
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. What say'st thou ? bast thou not a word of joy ? Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Some comfort, nurse.
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love
me. Nurse, 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Is banished ; and all the world to nothing,
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Thu he dates ne'er come back to challenge Being spoke behind your back, than to your
face, you ; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Par. Paor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
tears. I think it best you married with the county.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by
that; Oh! he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him ; an eagle, madam, For it was bad enough, before their spite. Hata not so green, to quick, so fair an eye, Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with
that report. As Paris hath. Beshrew iny very heart, think you happy in this second match, Jul. That is no slander, Sir, that is a truth; For it excels your first; or if it did not, And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast sland
der'd it, • Ваде woman. .
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Are you at leisure, holy father, now ;
Now when the bridegroom in the morning Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?
[dead: Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, To rouse thee from thy bed, there ari thou now:
Tben (as the manner of our country is.)
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
(Exit Paris. And hither shall be come: and he and I Jul. O shut the door! and when thou hast Will watch thy waking, and that very night done so,
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, And this shall free thee from this present shame ; past help!
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Jul. Give me, o give me I tell me not of fear.
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and On Thursday next be married to this county.
prosperous Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou bear'st of In this resolve : l'll send a friar with speed this,
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Jul. Love, give me strength i and strength If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
shall help afford. Do thou but call my resolution wise,
Farewell, dear faiher.
SERVANTS. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Cap. So many guests invite as bere are Turn to another, this shall slay them both :
Cap. How canst thou try them so ?
not lick his own fingers : therefore he that Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Cap. Go, begone.-
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good
on her: Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
with merry look.
you been gadding? Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring Jul. Where I have learn'd mne to repent the Or slut me nightly in a charnel-house, (bears; of disobedient opposition
(sin O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling To you and your behests ; + and am enjoin'd pones,
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
[you! And hide me with a dead man in his shrond ; Cap. Send for the county; go tell him or Things that, to hear them told, have made ine tremble :
P'l have this knot knit up to-morrow morn: And I will do it without fear or doubt,
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
cell ; Fri. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give and gave him what becomed † love I might, consent
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Cap. Why, I am glad ou't ; this is well,
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him bither.-
Now, afore God, this reverend boly friar, When, presently, through all thy veins shall run all our whole city is much bound to him. A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my
La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is
time enough. Like death when he sbuts up the day of life ;
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-We'll to church Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
tomorrow Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like
[Ereunt Juliet and Nurs..
La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ;
And all things shall be well,'warrant thee,
stand up :
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
(She throws herself on the Bed
SCENE IV.-CAPULET's Hell.
Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch the nurse,
more spices, nurse. 1 pray thee, leave me to myself to-pigbt;
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock
bath crow'd, Enter Lady CAPULET.
The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock : La. Cap. What are you busy ! do you need Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : my help?
Spare not for cost. Jul. No, madam ; we bave culld such neces
Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, saries
Get you to bed ; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow As are beboveful for our state to-morrow :
For this night's watching. So please you, let me now be left alone,
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
ere now For, I ain sure, you have your hands full all All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. In this so sudden business.
La. Cap. Ay, you bave been a mouse bunt + La. Cap. Good night!
in your time : Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou bast need.
But I will watch you from such watching---now, (Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
[Ereunt Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Jul. Farewell !--God knows, when we shall
Cap. A jealous-bood, a jealous-bood !-Now, meet again.
fellow, I have a faint cold fear thrills through my
What's there? veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Enter SERVANTS with Spits, Logs, and I'll call them back again to comfort me :
Baskets. Nurse ! -What should sbe do bere?
1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 SERV.) What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Sirrah, fetch drier logs ; Must I of force be married to the county ?
Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are. No, to ;-this shall forbìd it :- ie thou there.
2 Serv. I have a bead, Sir, that will find out (Laying down a Dagger.
logs, What if it be a poison, which the friar
And never trouble Peter for the matter. Sabtly bath minister'd to have me dead,
[Erit. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonourd,
Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreBecause he married me before to Romeo ?
son ! ba, I fear, it is : and yet methinks it should not,
Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith 'tis day : For he hath still been tried a boly man :
The county will be hear with music straight, I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
(Music within. How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
For so he said he would. I bear him near :I wake before the time that Romeo
Nurse !--Wife ! what, ho !--what, Nurse, I say!
I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come al
ready : it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night,
Make haste, I say !
(Ereunt. Teether with the terror of the place,
As in a rault, and ancient receptacle,
SCENE V.-JULIET'S Chamber ; JULIET on Where, for these many bundred years, the
the Bed. tones
Nurse. Mistress I -- what, mistress !-Juliet !
Why, lamb --why, lady l--fie, you slug-a-bed !-At some hours in the night spirits resort ; Why, love, ! say! -- madam sweet-heart ! Alack, alack 1 is it not like that I,
why, bride! So early waking-what with loathsome smells ; What, not a word ?--you take your pennyworths And shrieks like mandrakes" torn out of the
Sleep for a week :—for the next night, I war.
That you shall rest but little.--God forgive me,
(Marry and amen !) how sound is she asleep! And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? I needs must wake ber :- Madam, madam,
madam! • Prayers
Ay, let the county, take you in your bed; The fabulous accounts of the plant called a maxfrom the ground It groats, which is Tatal to him that • The room where pies were made.
+ Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman. Distracted
Or, if I live,
pulla it up.
He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be ? And all the better is it for the maid : What, dress'd i and in your clothes ! and down Your part in her you could not keep from death; again!
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady! The most you sought was-ber promotion ; Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead ! For 'twas your heaven, she should be advancd: O well-a-day, that ever I was born !
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Oh! in this love, you love your cbild so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well :
She's not well married, that lives married long; Nurse. O lamentable day!
But she's best married, that dies married Lu. Cap. What is the matter i
young. Nurse. Look, look ! o heavy day!
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary La. Cap. o me, o me! my child, my only on this fair corse ; and as the custom is, life,
In all her best array bear her to church : Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! For though fond nature bids us all lament, Help, belp!-call help.
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Nurse. Sbe's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; Our solemnu hymns to sullen dirges change ; alack the day!
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's And all things cbauge them to the contrary. dead, she's dead.
Fri. Sir, you goin,-and, madam, go with Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's
hiin ;-cold ;
Aud go, Sir Paris ;-every one prepare Her blood is settled; and her jonts are stiff ; To follow this fair corse unto her grave : Life and these lips have long been separated : The heavens do low'r upou you, for some il ; Death lies on her like an untiinely frost
Move them no more, by crossing their big h will. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
(Exeunt CAPULET, Lady capu. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
LET, Paris, and FRLAN. Nurse. O lamentable day!
i Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and La. Cap. O woeful time!
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up; Cap. Death, that bath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
put up; Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
[Erit NURSE. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, uith Mu- 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be SICIANS.
amended. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to
Enter PETER. churcb 7 Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :
Pet. Musicians, 0 musicans, Heart's ease, O son, the night before thy wedding-day
heart's ease ; 0 au you will bave me live, play Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she -heart' ease. lies,
1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Flower as she was, deflowered by hiin.
Pet, 0 musicians, because my heart itali Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; plays-My heart is full of woe: o play me My daughter he hath wedded ! I will die,
some merry dump • to comfort me. And leave him all ; life leaving, all is death's. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'ús no time to Par. Have I thought long to see this morn-play now. ing's face,
Pet. You will not then ? And doth it give me such a sight as this?
2 Mus. No. La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate- Pet. I will then give it you soundly. ful day!
1 Mus. What will you give us ? Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Pet. No money, on my faith , but the gleck : In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
I will give you the minstrel. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, i Mus. Then will I give you the serving. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
creature. And cruel death hath catcb'd it from my sight. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's Nurse. O woe! 0 woeful, woeful, woeful dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotcbets : day!
I'll re you, I'll ja you : Do you note me? Most lamentable day most woeful day,
1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. That ever ever I did yet behold !
2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and pat o day! O day! 0 day! o bateful day!
ont your wit. Never was seen so black a day as this :
Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I wil 0 woeful day, 0 woeful day!
dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, iron dagger :- Answer me like men :
slain ! Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
When griping grief the heart doth round, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
And dolejul dumps the mind oppress, o love! o life !--not life, but love in death! Then music, with her silver suund ; Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, why, silver sound ? why music with her silkill'd !
ser sound? Uncomfortable time! why can'st thou now
What say you, Simon Cattling ? To murder murder our solemnity ? 0 child! 0 child! – my soul, and not my sweet sound.
1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver bath a child ! Dead art thou, dead !-alack! my child is dead;
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck!:
2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because mis. And, with my child, my joys are buried !
cians sound for silver. Fri. Peace, bo, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
• Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
† Togleck is to scoff, and a leckman siguified a szinstrel. Had part in this fair maid ; now bearen bath all, 1" And the jocund rebecas sound." Miltone.
Pet. Pretty too! - What say you, James | A beggarly account of empty boxes, Soundpost1
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Pet. 0 I cry you mercy! you are the singer : Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. I will say for you. It is music with her silver Noting this penury, to myself i saidsound, becanse such fellows as you have seldom And if a man did need a poison now, gold for sounding :
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caititr wretch would sell it him.
my (Erit singing.
And this same needy man must sell it me. I Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? As I remember, this should be the house : 2 Mus. Haug hiin, Jack! Coine, we'll iu bere; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.tarry for the mouruers, and stay dinner. What, ho! apothecary !
Rom. Come hither, man.-I see that thou
art poor ;
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me bave
A drain of poison ; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins, Enter ROMEO.
That the life-weary taker may fall dead,
Aud that the trunk may be discharg'd of Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye or
As violently, as basty powder fir'd My dreams presage some joyful news at band : Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. My boson's lord † sits Jightly in bis throne ; Ap. Such morlal drugs I bave; but ManAnd, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
tua's law Lits
me above the ground with cheerful is death, to any he that utters them.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchI dreant my lady came and found me dead;
edness, (durunge dream ! that gives a dead man leave to and fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, think.)
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
The world is not thy friend, nor the worid's
Then he not poor but break it, and take
this. News from Verona !-How now, Balthazar ? Ap. My poverty, but not my will,
CONDast thou not bring me letters from the friar?
sents. How doth my lady? Is my father well ?
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will Hun fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;
Ay. Put this in any liquid thing you will. For Boluing can be ill, if she be well.
Aud drink it off; and, if you had the strength Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be of twenty men,
it would despatch
straight, Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
Rom. There is thy gold : worse poison to Asad ker immortal part with angels lives;
men's souls, I say ber laid low iu her hindred's vault, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And presently took post to tell it you :
Than these poor compounds that thou may'st O pardoa me for bringing these ill news,
not sell : Since you did leave it for my office, Sır.
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Roan. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !- Farewell ; buy food and get thyself in flesh. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me paper,
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. And hire post-borses ; I will hence to-night.
(Ereunt. Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus :
SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar JOHN.
John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho!
Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Lau. This same should be the voice of friar And bure those borses ; l'll be with thee straight.
John. Going to find a barefoot brotber out,
One of our order to associate me, To enter iu the thoughts of desperate men !
Here in this city visiting the sick, I remember an apothecary,
And finding him, the searchers of the town, Asr berratsats he dwells, --whom late I noted Suspecting that we both were in a house la ster'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Cling of simples ; ; meager were his looks, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us Skarp mivery hard woru bim to the bones : Ani in bis nicedy shop a tortoise hung,
my speed to Mantua there was As a'i gabor slutt'd, and other skins
stay'd. Of i- Sbap'd fisbes'; and about bis shelves Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could not send it,-here it is • This set 1. now introduced by a solenn dirge, and
again, #faserat service.
1 1. e. Love. : Herbs.