An hour but married, Tybalt murthered, Doating like me, and like me banished; Then might'ft thou fpeak, then might'ft thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave. [Throwing himself on the ground. Fri. Arife, one knocks; good Romeo, hide thy felf, [Knack within. Rom. Not J, unless the breath of heartfick Groans, Mift-like, infold me from the Search of Eyes. [Knack. Fri. Hark, how they knock !-(who's there?) Ro meo, arife. Thou wilt be taken Run to my Study I come, I come. [Knock. Who knocks fo hard? whence come you? what's your will? Nurfe. [Within.] Let me come in, and you fhall know my errand: I come from lady Juliet. Fri. Welcome then. Enter Nurse. Nurfe. O holy Friar, oh, tell me, holy Friar, Where is my lady's lord? where's Romeo? Fri. There, on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Nurse. O he is even in my miftrefs' cafe, Juft in her cafe, O woful sympathy! Piteous predicament! even fo lies the, Blubb'ring and weeping, weeping and blubbering. Stand up, ftand up; - Stand, an you be a Man: Why fhould you fall into so deep an oh! Rom. Nurfe ! Nurse. Ah Sir? ah Sir! Rom. Speak'ft thou of Juliet? how is it with her? Death is the end of all. Doth not the think me an old murtherer, Now I have ftain'd'the child-hood of our joy Nurfe. O, fhe fays nothing, Sir; but weeps and weeps." And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And Tybalt cries, and then on Romeo calls, Rom. As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murther her, as that name's curfed hand In what vile part of this anatomy Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may fack Fri. Hold thy defperate hand: [Drawing his Sword. Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote Why rail'st thou on thy Birth, the Heav'n, and Earth, And useft none in that true ufe indeed, Which should bedeck thy Shape, thy Love, thy Wit Thy dear Love fworn, but hollow Perjury, Killing that Love, which thou haft vow'd to cherish, And And thou difmember'd with thine own Defenfe. array, Nurfe. O lord, I could have ftaid here all night long, To hear good counsel: oh, what Learning is! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide. Nurfe. Here, Sir, a ring the bid me give you, Sir: Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he fhall fignifie from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here: Give me thy hand, 'tis late, farewel, good night. Rom. But that a joy, paft joy, calls out on me, It were a grief, fo brief to part with thee. [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to Capulet's Houfe. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Cap. T Hings have fal'n out, Sir, fo unluckily, That we have had no time to move our Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe: Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. La. Cap. I will, and know her Mind early to morrow: To night she's mew'd up to her heavinefs. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too foon, On Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She fhall be married to this noble Earl. Will you be ready? Do you like this Hafte? It may be thought we held him carelefly, Being our kinfman, if we revel much: Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends, Prepare her, wife, againft this wedding-day. 'Fore 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE, Juliet's Chamber looking to the Gar den. Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder of W ropes fet. Ful. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, I'll fay, yon gray is not the morning's eye, Jul. It is, it is hie hence, be gone, away: Some |