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 stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand up,
This is as't fhould be, let me fee the County:
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. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me fort fuch needful ornaments

As think fit to furnish me to-morrow? you

La. Cap. No not 'till Thursday, there is time enough.
Cap. Go nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-morrow
[Exeunt Juliet and Nurfe.
La. Cap. We fhall be fhort in our provifion;

'Tis now near night.

Cap. Tufh, I will stir about,

And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,

What ha?

felf

I'll not to bed to-night, let me alone:
I'll play the houswife for this once.
They are all forth; well I will walk my
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.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Jul. Ay, thofe attires are beft; but gentle nurse,

I pray thee leave me to my self to-night:

For

For I have need of many orifons

To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my ftate,

Which well thou know'ft is cross and full of fin.

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 state 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.

Jul.

[Exeunt.

‹ Farewel ----- God knows, when we shall meet again!

I have a faint cold fear thrills though my veins,

• That almost freezes up the heat of 'life. I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse- what should fhe do here?

'My dismal 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 shall forbid it; lye thou there

What if it be a poison, which the Friar

Subt❜ly hath miniftred, to have me dead,

[Pointing to a dagger.

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 still 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

• Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

< To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breaths in? 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 ancient 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 festring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort ------)
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 with all these hideous fears,)

• And madly play with my fore-fathers joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And in this rage, with fome great kinsman's bone
As with a club, dash out my desp'rate brains?

O look! methinks I fee my cousin's ghost

Seeking out Romeo -Stay, Tybalt, ftay!

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

[She throws herself on the bed.

SCENE IV.

A HALL.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. H Nar. They call for dates and quinces in the paftry.

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

VOL. VI.

Sf

Enter

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, stir, ftir, stir, the second cock hath crow'd, The curphew bell hath rung, 'tis three a-clock:

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.

Spare not for cost.

Nurse. 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 sick.

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 pits, and logs, and baskets. Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte, firrah, '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. Mass and well faid, a merry horson, ha! Thou halt be logger-head

-good faith, 'tis day. [Play mufick.

The County will be here with mufick straight,
For fo he faid he would. I hear him near.
Nurse, wife, what ho? what, nurse, I say?
Enter Nurse.

Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up,

go and chat with Paris: hie, make hafte, Make hafte, I say.

[Exit Capulet.

SCENE

SCENE

V.

SCENE draws and difcovers Juliet on a bed.

Nurse. Mistress, what mistress! Juliet ---- Falt I warrant her, Why lamb why lady ----Fie you slug-a-bed ---

Why love, I say ---- Madam, sweet-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 rest,

That you shall reft but little

God forgive merne

Marry and amen ---- How found is the asleep?

I must 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 Lady Capet.

La. Cap. What noise is here?

Nurfe. O lamentable day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?

Nurse. Look, oh heavy day!

La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee:

Help, help! call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For shame bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
Nurfe. She's dead, deceast, she's dead: alack the day!