ACT IV. SCENE I. The Monaftery. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. FRIAR. N Thursday, Sir! the time is very short. Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love, Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous That she should give her forrow fo much fway; Now do you know the reason of this hafte? Fri. I would I knew not why it fhould be flow'd. Par. Welcome my love, my lady and my wife. Jul. What must be, fhall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. And what I speak, I speak it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. Are you at leisure, 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 fhould disturb devotion: Juliet farewel, and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Paris. Jul. Go fhut the door, and when thou haft done fo, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'ft of this, If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands, Rr 2 Shall Shall be the label to another deed, a Speak not, be brief; for I defire to dye, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'spy a kind of hope, As that is defp'rate which we would prevent. A thing like death to chide away this shame, Jul. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And hide me with a dead man in his fhroud; Things that to hear them 'nam'd, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, a Be not fo long to fpeak, I long to die. b Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk 6 It is thus the editions vary. Where ferpents are, chain me with roaring bears, • told. To To live an unftain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold Juliet: hye thee home, get thee to bed: d To paly afhes; the eyes windows fall Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell not me of fear. [taking the vial. Fri. Hold, get you gone, be strong and profperous In this refolve, I'll send a Friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. d mealy. Jul. Jul. Love give me strength, and ftrength fhall help afford. Farewel, dear father SCENE II. Capulet's House. [Exeunt. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two or three Cap⋅ So Servants. many guests invite as here are writ; Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time: What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? Nurse. 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 fhe comes from her confeffion. gadding? Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin Of disobedient oppofition To you and your behefts; and am enjoyn'd By holy Lawrence, to fall proftrate here, Cap. Send for the Count, go tell him of this, twenty cunning cooks. Ser. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. 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 &c. • See where he comes from fhrift, with merry look. |