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too soon,

La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to- Rom. More light and light?-more dark and morrow;

dark our woes. To-night she's mew'd up! to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate? tender

Enter Nurse. Of

my child's love: I think, she will be rul'd Nurse. Madam! In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Jul. Nurse? Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love;

chamber : And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-||The day is broke; be wary, look about. But, sott; What day is this?

(Exit Nurse. Par.

Monday, my lord. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is Rom. Farewell, farewell ! one kiss, and I'll de


[Romeo descends. O' Thursday let it be ;-0 Thursday, tell her, Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my She shall be married to this noble earl :

Will you be ready? Do you like this haste? I must hear from thee every day i'the hour,
We'll keep no great ado ;-a friend, or two:- For in a minute there are many days:
For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, 0! by this count I shall be much in years,
It may be thought we held him carelessly, Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:

Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, That may conrey my greetings, love, to thee.
And there an end But what say you to Thursday? Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again!
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to- Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come. Cap. Well, yet you gone:-0 Thursday be it Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : then:

Methinks, I see thee now thou art below, Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Farewell, my lord. ---Light to my chamber, ho! Rom. And trust me, love, in my eyes so do you: Afore me, it is so very late, that we

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu! May call it early by and by :-Good night. (Exe.

(Exit Romeo. SCENE V.–Juliet's chamber. Enter Romeo If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him

Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: and Juliet.

That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

But send him back. That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; La. Cap. (Within.) Ho, daughter! are you up? Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother? Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Is she not down so late, or up so early? Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, What unaccustom'd cause procures? her hither ? No nightingale : look, love, what enviouş streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

Enter Lady Capulet. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops ;


Madam, I am not well. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:

death? It is some meteor that the sun exhales,

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,

An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; And light thee on thy way to Mantua :

Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much of Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

love; Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; | But much of grief shows still some want of wit. I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. I'll say, yon grey is not the morning's eye,

La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;4

friend Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat Which you weep for. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads : Jul.

Feeling so the loss, I have more care4 to stay, than will to go;- I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Come, death, and welcome ! Juliet wills it so.- La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much How is't, my soul ? let's talk, it is not day.

for his death, Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. It is the lark that sings so out of tune,

Jul. What villain, madam? Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps.

La. Cap.

That same villain, Romeo. Some say, the lark makes sweet division ;5

Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. This doth not so, for she divideth us :

God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; || And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. O, now, I would they had chang'd voices too! La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray,

lives. Hunting thee hence with hunts-up6 to the day: Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my 0, now be gone; more light and light it grows.


'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! (1) Shut up.

(2) Bold. (3) Reflection of the moon. (4) Inclination. (6) A tune played to wake hunters, also a morn

(5) Division was the technical phrase for musi-ing song to a woman the day after marriage, cal composition.

(7) Brings.

a man.

La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear || Cap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What thou not:

is this? Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-|Proud, -and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not;Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, And yet not proud ;-Mistress minion, you, That shall bestow on bim so sure a draught, Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company :

But settle


fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

Το go with Paris to Saint Peter's church, Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. With Romeo, till I behold him-dead

Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd:

You tallow-face! Madam, if you could find out but a man

La. Cap.

Fie, fie! what, are you mad? To bear a poison, I would temper it;

Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Soon sleep in quiet.-Ó, how my heart abhors Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient To bear him nam'd,-and cannot come to him,

wretch ! To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt I tell thee what,-get thee to church o'Thursday, Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Or never after look me in the face : La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such | Speak not, reply not, do not answer me :

My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

bless'd, Jul

. And joy coiues well in such a needful time : That God had sent us but this only child; What are they, I beseech your ladyship? But now I see this one is one too much, La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast á careful father,|| And that we have a curse in having her: child :

Out on her, hilding !? One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness,


God in heaven bless her Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

tongue, La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. morn,

Nurse. I speak no treason. The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,


O, God ye good den! The county Paris, at saint Peter's church,

Nurse. May not one speak ? Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Сар.

Peace, you mumbling fool! Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, He shall not make me there a joyful bride. For here we need it not. I wonder at this haste; that I must wed

La. Cap.

You are too hot.
Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night,
I pray you,

my lord and father, madam,

late, early, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, At home, abroad, alone, in company, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been Rather than Paris :--These are news indeed ! To have her match'd : and having now provided La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so A gentleman of princely parentage, yourself,

of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, And see how he will take it at your hands. Stuff?d (as they say) with honourable parts,

Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,-Enter Capulet and Nurse.

And then to have a wretched puling fool, Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, But for the sunset of my brother's son,

To answer-l'll not wed, I cannot love, It rains downright.-

I am too young,1 pray you, pardon me ;How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Ever more showering? In one little body Graze where you will, you shall not house with me; Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs ; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'the streets, Who,--raging with thy tears, and they with them, - || For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Without a sudden calm, will overset

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good : Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife? Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Exit. Have you delivered to her our decree?

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives That sees into the bottom of my grief? you thanks.

O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! I would, the fool were married to her grave! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed wife.

In that dim monument where Tybalt liés. - How ! will she none? doth she not give us thanks ? La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd,

word; Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Exit. So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. O God !-O nurse! how shall this be preJul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that

vented ?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Proud can I never be of what I hate;

How shall that faith return again to earth, But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Unless that husband send it me from heaven

By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.(1) Base woman.

Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagem

you have :



Upon so soft a subject as myself!

Par. Come you to make confession to this father? What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Some comfort, nurse.

Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Nurse.

'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Is banished; and all the world to nothing,

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ;

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with I think it best you married with the county.

tears. O, he's a lovely gentleman !

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, For it was bad enough, before their spite. Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

report. I think you are happy in this second match, Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; For it excels your first : or

it did not,

And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it As living here and you no use of him.

Jul. It



for it is not mine own. Jui. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Nurse.

From my soul too ;|| Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? Or else beshrew them both.

Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Jul

Amen! Nurse.

To what? My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion! much.

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,

Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' celly

(Erit Paris. To make confession, and to be absolv'd.

Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done som Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Come weep, with me; Past hope, past cure, past


help! Jul. Ancient damnation ! O most wicked fiend ! Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Is it more sin--to wish me thus forsworn,

It strains me past the compass of my wits :: Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Which she hath prais'd him with above compare On Thursday next be married to this county. So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou bear'st of this, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.- ||Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ;

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. Do thou but call my resolution wise,

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 seald,

Shall be the label to another deed,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friar| Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Turn to another, this shall slay them both :
Laurence and Paris.

Give me some present counsel; or, behold, Fri. On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; Shall play the umpire;& arbitrating that And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Which the commission of thy years and art

Friar. You say, you do not know the lady's mind;|| Could to no issue of true honour bring. Uneven is the course, I like it not.

Be not so long to speak; I long to die, Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Which craves as desperate an execution Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

As that is desperate which we would prevent.
That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; If, rather than to marry county Paris,
And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself :
To stop the inundation of her tears;

Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
Which, too much minded by herself alone, A thing like death to chide away this shame,
May be put from her by society:

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;
Now do you know the reason of this haste. And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

(Aside. From off the battlements of yonder tower; Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Enter Juliet.

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, Par. Happily met, my lady, and my


O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Par. That may be, must be, love, on Tbursday || Or bid me go into a new-made grave, next.

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Jul. What must be shall be.

Things that, to hear them told, have made me Fri. That's a certain text.


And I will do it without fear or doubt, (1) Decide the struggle between me and my distresses

(2) Authority or power.

To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this ;
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
To-morrow-night look that thou lie alone,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : And gave him what becomed3 love I might,
Take thou this phial, being then in bed, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, --stand up:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run This is as't should be. Let me see the county ;
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,
His natural progress, but surcease to beat : All our whole city is much bound to him.
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To help me sort such needful ornaments
To paly ashes ; thy eyes' windows fall,

As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death: Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.
Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ;
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. 'Tis now near night.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Сар.

Tush! I will stir about,
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: || And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife :
Then (as the manner of our country is,) Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,

I'll not to bed to-night ;-let me alone;
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho!.
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, To county Paris, to prepare him up
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; Against to-morrow : my heart is wondrous light,
And hither shall he come; and he and I Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. (Exe,
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua,

SCENE III.-Juliet's chamber. Enter Juliet
And this shall free thee from this present shame;

and Nurse. If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, O give me!

tell me not of fear. I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros-For I have need of many orisons

To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall

Enter Lady Capulet.
help afford.

La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need Farewell, dear father!


Jul. No, madam; we have cull’dsuch necessaries
SCENE II.-A room in Capulet's house. En-|| As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
ter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants.

So please you, let me now be left alone,
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

[Exit Servant. For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. In this so sudden business.
2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try La. Cap.

Good night! if they can lick their fingers.

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. Cap. How canst thou try them so ?

(Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot Jul. Farewell !--God knows, when we shall lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick

meet again. his fingers, goes not with me.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Cap. Go, begone.

[Exit Servant. That almost freezes up the heat of life: We shall

be much unfurnish'd for this time.- l'll call them back again to comfort me;
What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse What should she do here?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

My dismal scene I needs must act alone.--
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on Come, phial.-

What if this mixture do not work at all?
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Must I of force be married to the county ?
Enter Juliet.

No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.

(Laying down a daggers Nurse. See, where she comes from shrifti with What if it be a poison, which the friar merry look.

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, you been gadding?

Because he married me before to Romeo ?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not,
Of disobedient opposition

For he hath still been tried a holy man:
To you, and your behests;2 and am enjoin'd I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! I wake before the time that Romeo
(1) Confession (2) Commands.

(3) Becoming, (4) Prayers.


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Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! For so he said he would. I hear him near :Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

Nurse! Wife !-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,

Enter Nurse.
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
The horrible conceit of death and night,

I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, Together with the terror of the place, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already : As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Make haste, I say !

[Exeunt. Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

SCENE V.-Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,

bed. Enter Nurse. Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, Nurse. Mistress what, mistress ! -Juliet!At some hours in the night spirits resort ;

fast, I warrant her, she:Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

Why, lamb !-why, lady !fie, you slug-a-bed! So early waking—what with loathsome smells;

Why, love, I say !-madam! sweet-heart !-why, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,

bride! That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;l- What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,2

now; Environed with all these hideous fears?

Sleep for a week : for the next night, I warrant, And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?

The county Paris hath set up his rest, And pluck the mangled 'Tybalt from his shroud ?

That you shall rest but little.- God forgive me, And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! As with a club, dash out my desperate braires ? Ì needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, madam! O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Ay, let the county take you in your bed; Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be? Upon a rapier's point :- Stay, Tybalt, stay!- What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!

(She throws herself on the bed. | Alas! alas : – Help? help! my lady's dead! SCENE IV.–Capulet's hall. Enter Lady Cap-|O,

well-a-day, that ever I was born ulet and Nurse.

Some aqua-vitæ, ħo !-my ford ! my lady! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

Enter Lady Capulet. spices, nurse.

La. Cap. What noise is here? Nursé. They call for dates and quinces in the Nurse.

O lamentable day! pastry 3

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Enter Capulet.


Look, look! O heavy day! Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir ! the second cock hath | Revive,

look up, or I will die with thee

La. Cap. Ome, O me! my child, my only life, crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :

Help, help call help.
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:

Enter Capulet.
Spare not for cost.
Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is
Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd

the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,

she's dead. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunti in Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff;

Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; your time; But I will watch you from such watching now.

Life and these lips have long been separated : (Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood : –Now, fel- upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Accursed time! unfortunate old man! low,

Nurse. O lamentable day! What's there?

La. Cap.

O woful time! Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. Cap. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not

me wail,

Ties what.

up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit Serv.)- Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians.

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Cap. Ready to go, but never to return : And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Exit. | son, the night before thy wedding-day Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore- Hath death lain with thy bride:-See, there she lies, son ! ha,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Thou shalt be logger-head. -Good faith, 'tis day: Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; The county will be here with music straight, My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

(Music within. And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. (1) The fabulous accounts of the plant called (2) Distracted. mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and say (3) The room where pies were made. that when it is torn from the ground it groans, which (4) Mouse was a term of endearment to a is fatal to him that pulls it up.


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