ACT IV. SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS. very fhort. Fri. On thursday, fir? the time is And I am nothing flow to flack his haste. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind; Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death, Now do you know the reason of this hafte. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be flow'd. Look, fir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! Jul. That may be, fir, when I may be a wife. [Afide. 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 confeffion to this father? Par. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. And what I fpake, I fpake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. Or fhall I come to you at evening mass ? Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now My lord, we mult entreat the time alone. Par. God fhield, I should disturb devotion !— Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs. [Exit PARIS. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, 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; ΟΙ Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unftain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give confent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: When, prefently, through all thy veins fhall run In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Thou shalt be borne to that fame ancient vault, And this fhall free thee from this present shame; Abate thy valour in the acting it. Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and profperous In this refolve: I'll fend a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Jul. Love, give me ftrength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's Houfe. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurfe, and Servant. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. [Exit Servant. 2. Serv. You shall have none ill, fir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canft thou try them fo? 2. Serv. Marry, fir, '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? Nurfe. 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 shrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the fin Of difobedient opposition To you, and your behefts; and am enjoin'd And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! Cap. |