For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now do you know the reason of this haste. 10 [Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? that you love me. Par. Do not deny to him, Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, 20 Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. 31 Par. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now: My lord, we must intreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !— Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you: 'Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. 41 [Exit PARIS. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done So, Come, weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! Friar. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Iiij 50 Shall Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Friar. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, A thing like death to chide away this shame, 60 Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; Or hide me nightly in a charnel house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud, 70 80 Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Friar. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con sent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, 91 100 111 In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, And this shall free thee from this present shame; 121 Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Friar. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prospe rous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewel, dear father! [Exeunt. SCENE II. CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 130 Serv. You shall nave none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 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. |