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La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's He shall not make me there a joyful bride. death?

I wonder at this hafte; that I must wed What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with Ere he, that Mould be husband, comes to woo. tears?

[live; pray you, tell my lord and father, madam, An if thou could't, thou could't not make him 5 I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swcar Therefore, have done : Some grief shews much of It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, love;

Rather than Paris :These are news indeed! But much of grief shews still some want of wit. La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.

yourself, La. Cap. So fhall you feel the loss, but not the 10 And see how he will take it at your hands. Which you weep for.

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Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Jul. Feeling so the loss,

Cap. When the sun sets, the air doch drizzle I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

dew; La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much But for the sun-set of my brother's son, for his death,

15 It rains downright.As that the villain lives which Naughter'd him. How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears? Jul. What villain, madam ?

Evermore Mowering? In one little body La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind : Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the sea, God pardon him! I do with all my heart ; 20 Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. Sailing in this falt flood; the winds, thy lighs ; La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer Who,---raging with thy tears, and they with chern, lives.

[hands : Without a sudden calm, will overset Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my Thy tempeft-toffed body.---How now, wife? 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's 2 5 Have you deliver'd to her our decree? death!

(not: La. Cap. Ay, fir; but he will none, she gives La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou

you thanks : Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua, I would, the fool were married to her grave! Where that same banith'd runagate doth live, Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, 30 That he shall roon keep Tybalt company :

How! will the none? doth the not give us thanks ? And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

Is the not proud ? doth me not count her bleft, Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied

Unworthy as the is, that we have wrought With Romeo, 'till I behold him---dead--

So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vext :--- 35 Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that Madam, if you could find out but a man

you have : To bear a poison, I would temper it;

Proud can I never be of what I hate ; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Soon Deep in quiet.---O, how my heart abhors Cap. How now! how now! chop logick?--To hear him nam’d,---and cannot come to him;--- 40

What is this? To wreak the love I bore my cousin Tybalt, Proud---and, I thank you---and, I thank you not--Upon his body that hath Naughter'd bim!

And yet not proud---Mistress minion, you, Le. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, such a man.

But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. 45 To go with Paris to Saint Peter's church,

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither. What are they, I beleech your ladyship?

Out, you green-Gickness carrion! out, you baggage! La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful fa- You tallow-face ! ther, child;

La. Cap. Fie! fie! what, are you mad? One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, 50 Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word. That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage ! disobedient Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

wretch ! La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thurl- I tell thee what,---get thee to church o' Thursday, day morn,

55 Or never after look me in the face : The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; The county Paris', at Saint Peter's church, My fingers itch.---Wife, we scarce thought us blest, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. That God hath sent us but this only child;

Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too, But now I see this one is one too much,

1 It is remarked, that “ Paris, though in one place called Earl, is most commonly filed the Courtie in this play. Shakspeare seems to have preferred, for some reason or other, the Italian compare to our count; perhaps he took it from the old English novel, from which he is said to have taken his plot.” He certainly did fo : Paris is there first filed a young earle, and afterwards counte, countee, and county; according to the unsettled orthography of the time.

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And that we have a surse in having her:

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Out on her, hilding!

(Exit. Nurse. God in heaven bless her !--

Jul. O God!- nurse!-how tall 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 ; (matter with your gossips, go. Unless that husband send it me from heaven Nurse. I speak no treason.

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

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

10 Upon lo soft a subject as myself ! Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

What say'st thou? halt thou not a word of joy? Utter your gravity o'er a goffip'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 dith-clout to bim; an eagle, madam,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts, As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
Proportion'd as one's thought would with a man,--- I think you are happy in this second match,
And then to have a wretched puling fool,

For it excels your first; or if it did not, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,

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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. 30 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 i'the freets, 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 mine Tall never do thee good: 35 To make confession, and to be absolvid. Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. Nurje. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit.

[Exit. Yul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds, Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! That sees into the bottom of my grief ?--- Is it more fin-to with me thus forsworn, O, sweet my mother, caft me not away! 40 Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

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

So many thousand times ? -Go, counsellor ; In 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;

45 If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.

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Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris.

To stop the inundation of her tears ;

Which, too much minded by herself alone,
Par. My father Capulet will have it fo; May be put from her by society:
And I am nothing now, to Nack his hafte. 160 Now do you know the reason of this hafte.

Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Fri. I would I knew not why it should be low'd.
Uneven is the course, I like it not.

[Aide. Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death, Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. And therefore little have I talk'd of love;

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Jul. That may be, fir, when I may be a wife. (That cop'rt with death himself to scape from it:
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thurf- And, if thou dar'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.

From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Par. Come you to make confession to this father? 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;
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,
Ful. I will confess to you, that I love him. O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rateling bones,
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

Jul. If I do fo, 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, Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Things that, to hear them told, have made me

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 spight. 15 To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Par. Thou wrong'it it, more than tears, with Fri. Hold, then; go home; be merry, give that report.

consent Jul. That is no Nander, fir, 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 face is mine, and thou haft Nander'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 then 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 mall seize

25 Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep My lord, we must intreat the time alone.

His natural progress, but surcease to beat: Par. God Thield, I thould disturb devotion! No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'it; Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you : The roles in thy lips and cheeks fhall fade 'Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

To paly alhes; thy eyes' windows fall,

[Exit Paris. 30 Like death, when he puts up the day of life; Jul. O, Mut the door! and when thou hast Each part, depriv'd of supple government, done so,

[help! Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death: Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, pant 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'it 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 that same ancient vault, 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 shalt awake, God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo feald, And hither shall he come; and he and I Shall be the label to another deed,

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 Mall Nay them both: And this shall free thee from this present same; Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, If no unconstant toy?, nor womaniih 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, O give me! tell me not of fear. Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

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

perous 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. 55 Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength Mall Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,

help afford. Which craves as desperate an execution

Farewel, dear father !

(Exexs. As that is desperate which we would prevent.

SCENE If, rather than to marry county Paris,

Capulet's House. Thou hast the strength of will to lay thyself ; 60 Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Services Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

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

I Commission for authority or paver, ? If no fickle freak, no ligbt caprice, no change of fancy, hinder the performance.

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Seru. You shall have none ill, fir; for I'll try if Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of fin. they can lick their fingers,

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

La. Cap. What, are you buiy? do you need my Serv. Marry, fir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot

help? lick his own fingers : therefore he, that cannod 5 Jul. No, madam; we have culld such neceffaries lick his fingers, goes not with me.

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

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

[her : 10 in this fo sudden business. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on La. Cap. Good night! A peevith self-willid harlotry it is.

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

[Exeunt Lady, and Nurse. Nurse. See, where she comes from Mhrift' with Yul. Farewel!- -God knows, when we Mall merry look. [been gadding? 15

meet again. Cap. 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 fin That almost freezes up the heat of life :
Of disobedient opposition

I'll call them back again to comfort me;
To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd Nurse!---What should the do here?
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here, 20 My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
And beg your pardon :---Pardon, I bescech you ! Come, phial.
Henceforward I am ever ruld 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 be married to the count ?-
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. No, no ;---this thall forbid it :---lie thou there.--.
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Lawrencecell; 25

(Laying down a dagger”. And gave him what becomed love I might, What if it be a poison, which the friar Not stepping o'er the bounds of modeity. [up: Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well, stand Left 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, say, and fetch him hithcr.- 301 fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

For he hath ftill 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 needíul 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 ftified in the vauit, enough.

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

to-morrow. [Exeune 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 right, 'Tis now near night.

Together with the terror of the place,Cap. Tuth! 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 : 145 Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth 3, I'll play the housewife for this once.---What, ho!-- Lies fest’ring 4 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

Alack, alack! is it not like, 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. 50 And Thrieks like mandrakes torn out of the carth,

[Exeunt Capulct, and Lady Capulet. That living mortals, hearing them, run madSCENE III.

0! if I wake, thall I not be distraughts,

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

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

55 And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his iroud ? Jul. Ay, those attires are beít:---But, gentle And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, nurse,

As with a club, dain out my desperate brains ? I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

0, look! methinks I fee my coutin's ghost For I have need of many orisons

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit bis body To move the heavens to smile upon my ftate, 160lUpon a rapier's point :---Stay, Tybalt, stay!

i. e. from confeffion. 2 This Nage-direction has been supplied by the modern editors. The quarto, 1597, reads: “ Kuifi, lie thou t’iere.” It appears from several pafrages in our old plays, that knives were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride. 3 1. e. fresh in earth, newly buried. 4 To fester is to corrupt. 5 Difrwught is distracted.

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Romeo, I come ! this do I drink to thee. |(Marry, and amen!) how found is the asleep!

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Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
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 !fpices, nurse.

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

Enter Lady Capula. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath La. Cap. What noise is here? 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, 0 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 Mame, bring Juliet forth; ber lord is

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

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

(Exeunt Lady Capulet, and Nurse. 25 Her blood is settled, and her joints are ftiff; 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 swecteft flower of all the field,
Enter tbree or four, with spits, and logs, and baskers. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not 30 Nurse. O lamentable day!
what.

[logs! La. Cap. O woeful time ! | Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch dricr Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Call Peter, he will thew thee where they are.

me wail, Serw. I have a head, fir, that will find out logs, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. 35 Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris, witb Mujciars.

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

[Mufick within. Hath death lain with thy bride :---See, there the lies For so he said he would. I hear him near :- 40 Flower as me 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!

[Exeun. And doth it give me such a fight as this? SCENE V.

La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw

[day! 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 folace in, fast, I warrant her :

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight. Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you sug a-bed !- Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day ! Why, love, I say !-madam! sweet-heart ! Moit 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! O day! O hateful day!
worths now;

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

Par. Beguild, divorced,wronged, spighted, fiain! That you shall rest but little.- -God forgive me, 160 Most detestable death, by thee beguild,

This expreffion, 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 reft, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to take aim.

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