Is banished; and all the world to nothing, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Or else beshrew them both. Jul. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Amen! Nurse. Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. ACT IV. [Exit. now : My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !— Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Paris. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help! Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county. 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, 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 seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friar Turn to another, this shall slay them both : Laurence and Paris. Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so; And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste. Friar. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! next. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; (2) Authority or power. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow-night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off: When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His natural progress, but surcease to beat: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then (as the manner of our country is,) In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; And hither shall he come; and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua, And this shall free thee from this present shame; If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear, 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 Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you. Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed3 love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,-standup: This is as't should be.-Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night. Cap. Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night;-let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.- -What, ho! They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exe. SCENE III-Juliet's chamber. Enter Juliet and Nurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; pros-For I have need of many orisons4 Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt. To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such 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. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. [Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 2 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. Go, begone. [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Enter Juliet. Nurse. See, where she 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 sin Of disobedient opposition To you, and your behests;2 and am enjoin'd And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! (1) Confession. (2) Commands. VOL. II, So please you, let me now be left alone, Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,{ The horrible conceit of death and night, So early waking-what with loathsome smells; [She throws herself on the bed. For so he said he would. I hear him near :- Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste, SCENE V-Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress!-Juliet!fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!-Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!-why, bride What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warrant, SCENE IV.-Capulet's hall. Enter Lady Cap-0, well-a-day, that ever I was born!- ulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.3 La. Cap. What noise is here? Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. What is the matter? me wail, O woful time! Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's || heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play— face, heart's ease. And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays -My heart is full of wo: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? 2 Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :2 1 will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! I'll fa you; Do you note me? By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!- O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!- Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure liyes not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Your part in her you could not keep from death; Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, And go, sir Paris; every one prepare 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger-Answer me like men : When griping grief the heart doth wound, Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?3 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding Then music with her silver sound, 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? ACT V. SCENE I-Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo:: And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? (3) And the jocund rebecks sound.' MILTON, (4) i. e. Love. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Ap. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Doing more murders in this loathsome world, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friar John. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John. Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, the doors, and would not let us forth; Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. [Exit. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone: Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III-A church-yard; in it, a monu- Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri dal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, (3) i. e. On a trivial or idle subject, |