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And that we have a curse in having her: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.
Out on her, hilding!

[Erit. Nurse. God in heaven bless her!

Jul. O God! -O nurse!-how shall this be You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

prevented ?
Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your 5 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
tongue,

How shall that faith return again to earth,
Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Unless that husband send it me from heaven
Nurse. I speak no treason.

By leaving earth --comfort me, counsel me.
Cap. O, God ye good den!

Alack, alack, that heaven should practise strataNurse. May not one speak?

10 Upon so soft a subject as myself ! - [gems Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool !

What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

Some comfort, nurse.
For here we need it not.

Nurse. ’Faith, here 'tis : Romeo
La. Cap. You are too hot.

Is banished; and all the world to nothing,
Cap. God's bread ! it makes me mad: Day, 15 That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
night, late, early,

Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been I think it best you married with the county.
To have her match'd: and having now provided Oh! he's a lovely gentleman !
A gentleman of princely parentage,

20 Romeo's a dish-clout to him; an eagle, madam, Of fair deniesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye Stuft'd (as they say) with honourable parts,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man, I think you are happy in this second match,
And then to have a wretched puling fool, For it excels your hrst; or if it did not,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, 25 Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
To answer-'I'll not wed, -I cannot love, As living here and you no use of him.
I am too young,—I pray you, pardon me;' Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you: [me

Nurse. And from my soul too;
Graze where you will, you shall not house with Or else beshrew them both.
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.

301 Jul. Amen!
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : Nurse. What?

(much.
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die ' the streets, Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
Nor what is miné shall never do thee good :

35 To make confession, and to be absolv'd.
Trust to 't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.
[Erit.

[Exit. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! That sees into the bottom of my grief?

Is it niore sin-to wish me thus forsworn, 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away! 40 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

Which she hath prais'd him with above compare Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.-La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: word;

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SCENE I.

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
Friar Lawrence's Cell.

55 That she do give her sorrow so much sway;

And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,
Enter Friar Laturence, and Paris.

To stop the inundation of her tears;
Fri.On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Which, too much ininded by herself alone,

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; May be put from her by society:
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

60 Now do you know the reason of this haste ?
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I'would I knew not why it should be
Uneven is the course, I like it not.

death,
slow'd.

[Aside. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's

Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And therefore little have I talk'd of love;

Enter Juliet. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. 1651 Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife !

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Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. That cop'st with death himself to’scape fronu it:
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thurs And, if thou dár’st, I'll give thee remedy,
Jul. What must be, shall be. [day next. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Fri. That's a certain text.

[ther: From off the battlenients of vonder tower;
Par. Come you to make confession to this fa- 5 Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Pur. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. O'er-cover'd quite with dead men'srattling bones,
Pur. So will you, I ain sure, that you love me. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, 10 Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud, Pur. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Things that, to hear them told, have made me tcars.

tremble; Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; And I will do it without fear or doubt, For it was bad enough, before their spite. 115fTo live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with Fri. Hold, then; go home; be merry, gire that report.

consent Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. [it. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

Par. Thy tace is mine, and thou bast slander'd 20 Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. Take thou this phial, being tben in bed, Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? When, presently, through all thy veins shall run Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize

25 Fach vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep My lord, we must intreat the time alone. His natural progress, but surcease to bcat:

Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! No warmth, no breath, shall testity thou liv'st; Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade "Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows tall,

(Exit Paris. 30 Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

[help: Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death: Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours, It strains me past the compass of my wits: 35 And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes On Thursday next be married to this county. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Then (as the manner of our country is) Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, 40 Thou shalt be borne to the same ancient vaut, Do thou but call my resolution wise,

Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. And with this knife I'll help it presently. In the mean time, against thou sualt awake, God join’d my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; And ere this band, by thee to Romeo scald, And hither shall he come; and he and I Shall be the label to another cieed,

45 Will watch thy waking, and that very night Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: And this shall free thee from this present shame; Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, If no unconstant toy?, nor womanish fear, Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, Abate thy valour in the acting it. "Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife 50 Jul. Give me, 0 give me! tell me not of fear. Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and proWhich the commission of thy years and art

sperous Could to no issue of true honour bring.

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy, 155 Jul. Love, give ine strength and strength Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,

shall help atford. Which craves as desperate an execution

Farewell, dear father!

[Excunt. As that is desperate which we would prevent.

SCENE II. lf, rather than to marry county Paris,

Capulet's House. Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself; 60 Enter Capulet, Lady Cupulet, Nurse, and Serranis. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertaké

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.A thing like death to chide away this shame, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

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Scro. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll tryWhich, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. if they can lick their fingers.

Enter Lady Capulet.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you

need Sero. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot

ries lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot 5 Jul. No, madam ; we have cull'd such necessalick his fingers, goes not with me.

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
Cap. Go, begont:--

[Exit Sertant. so please you, let me now be left alone,
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time': And let the nurse this night sit up with you ;
What, is my daughter gone to triar Lawrence? For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Lher:10 In this so sudden business.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on La. Cap. Good night!
A peevish self-will’d barlotry it is.

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
Enter Juliet.

[E.reunt Lady, and Nurse. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift' with: Jul. Farewell! -God knows, when we shall

[been gadding: 15 meet again. Cup. How now,my head-strong? Where have you

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin

That almost freezes up the heat of life: Of disobedient opposition

P'll call them back again to comfort me; To

your

bchests; and am enjoin'd Nurse! - What should she do here? By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate hure,

20 My dismal scene I needs must act alone. And beg your pardon :- Pardon, I beseech you! Come, phial.Henceforward'I am ever rul'd by you.

What if this mixture do not work at all ? Cap. Send for the county; go, tell him of this; Shall I of force he married to the count? I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning;

No, no;--this shall forbid it:- lie thou there. Jul. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell; 25

[Laying down a dugger?. And gave

him what becomed love I might, What if it be a poison, which the friar Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up: subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, siand Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county ;

Because he married me before to Romeo? Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. 30 I fear, it is: and yet, inethinks, it should not, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

For he hath still been tried a holy man: All our whole city is much bound to him. I will not entertain so bad a thought.

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, How if, when I am laid into the tomb, To help me sort such needful ornaments

I wake before the time that Romeo As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? 35 Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point ! La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday; there is time Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, in, enough.

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes
Cup. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet, and Nurse. Or, if I live, is it not very like
La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 40 The horrible conceit of death and night,
'Tis now near night.

Together with the terror of the place,-
Cap. Tush! I will stir about,

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d;
I'll not to bed to-night;,let me alone: [ho!- 45 Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
I'll play the housewife for this once.-- What, Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
To county Paris, to prepare him up

Llach, alack! is it not lihe, that I,
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, So early waking,- what with loathsome smells;
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.

501 ind shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the carth, [Exeunt Capulet, and Lady Capulet. That living mortals, hearing them, run mad

O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught',
SCENE III.

Environed with all these hideous fears?
Juliet's Chamber.

And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
Enter Juliet, and Nurse.

155 And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, nurse,

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; 0, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
For I have need of inany orisons

Secking out Romeo, that did spit his body To move the heavens to smile upon my state, koolUpon a rapier's point:--Stay, 'Tybalt, stay! 'j. e. from confession.

? This stage-direction has been supplicà by the modern editors. The quarto, 1597, reads: “ Knife, lie thou there."--It appears from several passages in our old plays, that knives were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride. 'i. e. fresh in earth, newly buried. • To fester is to corrupt. Distraught is distracted.

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Ay, let the county take you in your bed; (dam! IV.

He'll fright you up, i' faith.-- Will it not be? Capulet's Hall.

5 What,drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse:

I must needs wake you:-Lady! lady! lady! La.Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead! spices, nurse.

[pastry. O, well-a-day, that ever I was born !Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-My lord !--my lady! Enter Capulet.

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Enter Lady Capulet. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock La. Cap. What noise is here? hath crow'd,

Nurse. O lamentable day! The curfeu-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock : La. Cap. What's the matter? Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :

Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! Spare not for cost.

15 La. Cap. O me, O me!--my child, my only life! Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go,

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-
Get you to bed; 'faith, you 'll be sick to-morrow Help, help!-call help.
For this night's watching:

Enter Capulet.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord

is come. All night for a less cause, and ne'er been sick. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in La. Cup. Alack the day! she's dead, she's your time;

dead, she's dead.

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

[Exeunt Lady Capulet, and Nurse. 25 Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff'; Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now, Life and these lips have long been separated : fellow,

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
What's there?

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Enter three or four, with spits,and logs and baskets. Accursed time! unfortunate old man!
Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know 30 Nurse. O lamentable day!
not what.

[drier logs! La. Cap. Owoeful time! Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

me wail, Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Lxit. 35 Enter Friar Lawrence, and Puris, with Musicians.

Cap.’Mass,and well said; A merry whoreson! ha, Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Thou shalt be logger-head.--Good faith,'tis day: Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:The county will be here with musick straight, O son, the night before thy wedding-day, [lies,

[Musick toithin. Hath death lain with thy bride :--See, there she For so he said he would. I hcar him near: 40 Flower as she was, deflowered now by him. Nurse!_Wife! what, ho!-what, Nurse, I say! Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Enter Nurse.

My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; And leave him all: life leaving, all is death's.
I'll
go

and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already : 45 face, Make haste, I say!

[Exeunt. And doth it give me such a sight as this? SCENE V.

La.Cap. Accursid, unhappy, wretched, hateful

Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw
Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Enter Nurse.

50 But one, poor one, one poor and loving, child,
Nurse. Mistress !—what, mistress !-Juliet! But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
fast, I warrant her:

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Why, lamb!-why, lady!--fie, you slug a-bed! Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Why, love, I saymadam! sweet-leart ! Most lamentable day! most woeful day, why, bride!

55 That ever, ever, I did yet behold! What, not a word :

-you take your penny O day! O day 1 ( day! O hateful day!
worths now;

Never was scen so black a day as this:
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, O woeful day, 0 woeful day!
The county Paris hath set up his rest',

Par.Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! That you shall rest but little. -God forgive me,/60 Most detestable death, by thee beguild,

· This expression, which is frequently employed by the old dramatic writers, Mr. Steevens says, is taken from the manner of firing the harquebuss: This was so heavy a gun, that the soldiers were obliged to carry a supporter called a rest, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to take aim.

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Enter Peter. O love! O life ! not life, but love in death! Pet. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart's ease, Cap.Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd,kill'd!-

heart's ease ; Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now 10, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. To murder murder our solemnity ?

5 Mus. Why heart's ease ? O child! O child !---my soul, and not my child !-- Pet.O, musicians, because my heart itself plays-Dead art thou ! alack! iny child is dead; My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry And, with my child, my joys are buried !. dump, to comfort me.

[now. Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure Mus. Not a dump'we; 'tis no time to play lives not

10 Pet. You will not then? In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

Mus. No.
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. I will then give it you soundly:
And all the better is it for the maid:

Mus. What will you give us?
Your part in her you could not keep from death; Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek * :
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. 15 I will give you the minstrel.
The most you sought was---her promotion; Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd: Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dag-
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : l'il
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me?
0, in this love, you love your child so ill, 20 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
That you run mad, seeing that she is welí: 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and
She 's not well married, that lives marry'd long; put out your wit.
But she's best marry'd, that dies marry'd young. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, 25/iron dagger:Answer me like men:
In all her best array bear her to church:

When griping grief the heart doth wound, For though fond nature bids us all lament,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Yet nature's tears are reason's merciment.

Then musick, with her silver sound, [sound? Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Why silver sound? why musick with her silver Turn from their office to black funeral: 30 What say you, Simon Catling'? [sound. Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebecka? Our solenn hymns to sullen dirges change; 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians Our bridal flowers serve for a bury'd corse,

sound for silver. And all things change them to the contrary. 135 Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound

Fri. Sir, go you in,--and, madam, go with him ;-- post? And go, sir Paris; every one prepare

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I The heavens do lour ypon you, for some ill; will say for you. It is--músick with her silver Move them no more, by crossing their high will

. 40 sound, because such fellows as you have no gold (Ereunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar. for sounding: Mus. 'Faith we may put up our pipes, and be Then musick with her silver sound, gone.

With speedy help doth lend redress. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up;

[Exit, singing. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case 45 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?

[Exit Nurse. 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; Mrs. Ay,by my troth the case may beamended. tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Excunt.

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SCENE I.

My bosom's lord sits lightiy on his throne;
MANTUA.

And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
A Street.

55 Lifts me above the ground with cheeriul thoughts Enter Romeo.

i dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Rom. IF I may trụst the flattering truth of (Strange dream! thatgivesadeadmanleave to think)

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: That I reviv'd, and was an einperor. A dump anciently signified some kind of dance, as well as sorrow :' On this occasion it means a

To gleek is to scoff. · A catling was a small lutestring made of cutgut. * The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, mentioned by several of the old writers, Rebec, rebecquin. • The sense is, If I may only trust the honesty of sleep, which I know howe ever not to be so nice as pot often to practise flattery. The oldest copy reads the flattering eye of sleep.

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