Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient wretch ! [day, I tell thee what,-get thee to church o'ThursOr never after look me in the face : Speak not, reply not, do not answer me : My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us bless'd, That God had sent us but this only child; Nurse. God in heaven bless her!- Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. May not one speak? Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. You are too hot. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Amen! Nurse. To what? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, pare So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor ; Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; A gentleman of princely parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE, and PARIS. Fri. On Thursday, Sir? the time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is the course, I like it not. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Now do you know the reason of this haste. slow'd. Look, Sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- now: My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: comes And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. [Exit PARIS. Jul. O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! it, Fri. Ah! Juliet, I already know thy grief; Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: our And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, A thing like death to chide away this shame, Jul. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, With reeky sbanks, and yellow chapless sculls; And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; And I will do it without fear or doubt, Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris; Wednesday is to-morrow; And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death • Decide the struggle between me and my distresses. Jul. Give me, O give me ! tell me not of fear. In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed writ. Cap. So many guests invite as here are [Exit SERVANT. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'l try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 2 Serv. 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, begone.(Exit SERVANT. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.-What is my daughter gone to friar Laurence! Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her : This is as't should be.-Let me see the county; To help me sort such needful ornaments Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-We'll to church Scene III. Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ; SCENE III.-JULIET'S Chamber. I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; To move the beavens to smile upon my state, Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such neces- As are behoveful for our state to-morrow : La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my That almost freezes up the heat of life: My dismal scene I needs must act alone.- What if this mixture do not work at all? foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? tones Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;- Se early waking,-what with loathsome smells; That living mortals, hearing them, run mad; And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? SCENE IV.-CAPULET'S Hall. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Enter CAPULET. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock. The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:- Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. But I will watch you from such watching-now, Enter SERVANTS with Spits, Logs, and 1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 SERV.] Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; a merry whore- Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith 'tis day: Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on Nurse. Mistress !-- what, mistress !-Juliet ! What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths [rant, now; Sleep for a week :-for the next night, I warThe county Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Madam, madam, I needs must wake her : madam ! Ay, let the county, take you in your bed; The room where pies were made. + Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman. He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be? What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here ? La. Cap. What is the matter? La. Cap. O me, O me! my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!- Enter CAPULET. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, dead, she's dead. she's Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled; and her jonts are stiff; La. Cap. O woeful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with Mu SICIANS. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: O son, the night before thy wedding-day And all the better is it for the maid: young. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, And go, Sir Paris ;-every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their bigh will. [Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up; put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit NURSE. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O musicans, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O an you will have me live, play Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe: 6 play me some merry dump to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to now. morn-play And doth it give me such a sight as this? ful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woel O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day? most woeful day, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, Pet. You will not then? 2 Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek :+ I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll ja you: Do you note me? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my spited, iron dagger :-Answer me like men: Scene I. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O cry you mercy! you are the singer: It is music with her silver I will say for you. sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding : James | A beggarly account of empty boxes, Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? 2 Mus. Haug hiin, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. ACT V.. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-Mantua.-A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : me above the ground with cheerful I dreamt my lady came and found me dead; And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Enter BALTHAZAR. News from Verona!-How now, Balthazar ? Enter APOTHECARY. Ap. Who calls so loud? my Rom. Come hither, man.-I see that thou Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have breath As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretch- And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor but break it, and take this. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, sents. con Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength it would despatch you twenty men, straight. Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be of Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars !Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you • This net is now introduced by a solemn dirge, and Rom. There is thy gold: worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho! Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, |