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Jul. Oh, think'st thou we shall ever meet again ?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul :
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you
Jul. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle:
7.-TRIALS AND HEROISM OF JULIET.
Romeo, in his exile, has only to sigh for their reunion. But
Juliet a severer trial comes immediately. We have traced already that fearless outpouring of her heart to her lover-simply forgetful of parental authority--which contrasts so effectively with the sentiment of habitually quiet deference
But no more deep will I endart mine eye
Than your consent gives strength to make it flywhich falls from the gentle girl, a stranger yet to passion, on her first appearance in the piece. have now to mark the new-born spirit of the youthful wife taking full possession of Juliet's bosom, and finding new strength with each accumulation of external pressure, to resist the unfeeling imposition upon her, persevered in by her parents, of a husband whom her heart had rejected from the first. In the scene with her mother upon this subject, which instantly follows Romeo's departure—the first in which Lady Capulet and her daughter come together after Juliet's
first meeting with Romeo—we feel the no longer passive daughter, but the conscious wife, in the tone of the very first words that fall from Juliet's lips :
Lady Cap. (within). Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother?
Lady Cap. (entering). Why, how now, Juliet ?
Jul. Madam, I am not well, &c. Still, the demand, in the first place, is only upon her power of dissembling her grief for Romeo's departure under the guise of lamentation for Tybalts death-ending in her securing from her lady mother the permission, so very important to Romeo's safety, of tempering with her own hands the poison which Lady Capulet assures her, she will procure to be administered to “that same banish'd runagate," so that “ he shall soon keep Tybalt company." But her mother's immediate announcement of the “sudden day of joy” which her father has appointed for her, arouses for the first time all the indignant wife within her bosom, though masked, in her words, under the show of simply maiden disinclination to the proposed suitor :
Lady Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,
pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,
Lady Cup. Here comes your father-tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. The following scene with her father demands the most careful attention, in order to judge with perfect justice of Juliet's conduct throughout. We shall see that his arbitrary violence of language is not called
forth by any open flying in the face of paternal authority on the part of his daughter. She simply and respectfully alleges her dislike to the man who is so peremptorily proposed to her for a husband. Her father had said to Paris at the outset:
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Lies my consent and fair according voice. And on the evening of the following day, after Tybalt's death, he tells the count:-
Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, .
late—she'll not come down to-night ;-
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
These times of woe afford no time to woo :
Madam, good night-commend me to your daughter. And her ladyship rejoins
I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;
To-night she's mew'd up to her heayiness. Up to this point, then, it appears that Juliet was to have had a mind of her own in the business. But all at once, old Capulet, finding, it should seem, this mourning matter very uncomfortable, resolves to have a wedding at all events, to make him cheerful; and so, at the very moment that the count is taking his leave, he declares to him, without further ceremony :
Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
Monday, my lord.
you be ready? do you like this haste ?
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone.-O'Thursday be it, then.
May call it early by-and-by.--Good night. Instead of going quietly to bed, however, this considerate father, we see, takes it into his head to follow his lady into Juliet's chamber, in order to aid in that preparation of his daughter's mind, of which we have already quoted the unceremonious commencement. His own description of the weeping state in which he finds her
How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears ? &c.brings out in stronger relief the selfish, wilful, and tyrannical cold-heartedness of his following
How now, wife ?
deliver'd to her our decree?
Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife:
Jul. Not proud, you but thankful, that you have: Proud can I never be of what I hate; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
Cap. How now! how now, chop-logick! What is this?--
Lady Cap. (to Juliet). Fye, fye!—what, are you mad?
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
God in heaven bless her!
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom ?-hold your tongue,
Nurse. I speak no treason.
Oh, Gud ye good den.
Peace, you mumbling fool!
You are too hot.