La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? [live; An if thou could'st, thou could'ft not make him love; But much of grief fhews still some want of wit. 5 He shall not make me there a joyful bride. 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. Jul. Feeling fo the lofs, [friend I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. La. Cap. That fame villain, Romeo. Enter Capulet, and Nurse. Cap. When the fun fets, the air doth drizzle dew; But for the fun-fet of my brother's fon, 15 It rains downright. Jul. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer [hands: Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of thefe my "Would, none but I might venge my coufin's 25 lives. death! [not: How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears? For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the fea, 20 Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, 30 La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time: What are they, I befeech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful fa- One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, 35 La. Cap. Ay, fir; but he will none, she gives I would, the fool were married to her grave! How! will the none? doth the not give us thanks? Proud can I never be of what I hate ; What is this? Proud---and, I thank you---and, I thank you not--- La. Cap. Fie! fie! what, are you mad? Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch ! I tell thee what,---get thee to church o' Thursday, 55 Or never after look me in the face: Speak not, reply not, do not answer me; My fingers itch.---Wife, we scarce thought us bleft, 1 It is remarked, that "Paris, though in one place called Earl, is most commonly stiled the Countie in this play. Shakspeare feems to have preferred, for fome reafon or other, the Italian cemte to our count; perhaps he took it from the old English novel, from which he is faid to have taken his plot." He certainly did fo: Paris is there first ftiled a young earle, and afterwards counte, counter, and county; according to the unfettled orthography of the time. And And that we have a surfe in having her: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God! -O nurfe!-how fhall this be prevented? Out on her, hilding! Nurfe. God in heaven bless her !--You are to blame, my lord, to rate her fo. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your 5 My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; tongue, Good prudence; fmatter with your goffips, go. Nurfe. May not one speak? Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, La. Cap. You are too hot. How fhall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband fend it me from heaven By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.Alack, alack, that heaven should practise ftratagems 10 Upon fo foft a subject as myself!— What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurfe. 'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo 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, At home, abroad, alone, in company, Of fair demefnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, I am too young,---I pray you, pardon me ;'- [Exit. Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, fince the cafe fo ftands as now it doth, I think it beft you married with the county. Oh! he's a lovely gentleman! 20 Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, madam, Hath not fo green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath. Befhrew my very heart, [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O moft wicked fiend! Is it more fin-to wish me thus forfworn, 40 Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue Which he hath prais'd him with above compare So many thousand times?-Go, counsellor; Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain. I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: 45 If all elfe fail, myself have power to die. [Exit, Fri. ACT SCENE I. Friar Lawrence's Cell. Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris. ΟΝ N Thursday, fir? the time is very fhort. Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death,| IV. Now, fir, her father counts it dangerous, 60 Now do you know the reason of this hafte. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. [Afide. Look, fir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter Juliet. 165) Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife' Jul. That cop'ft with death himself to scape from it: Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud, Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, 15 To live an unftain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then; go home; be merry, give Jul. That is no flander, fir, which is a truth; Fri. My leisure ferves me, penfive daughter, now : My lord, we must intreat the time alone. Par. God fhield, I fhould disturb devotion!Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you : Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs. [help! [Exit Paris. Jul. O, fhut the door! and when thou haft done fo, Come weep with me; Paft hope, paft cure, paft Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It trains me paft the compafs of my wits: I hear thou muft, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'ft 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 refolution wife, 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 feal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this fhall flay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Give me fome prefent counfel; or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commiffion of thy years and art Could to no iffue of true honour bring. Be not fo long to fpeak; I long to die, If what thou speak'it speak not of remedy. Fri. Hold, daughter; I do fpy a kind of hope, Which craves as defperate an execution As that is defperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry county Paris, Thou haft the strength of will to flay thyself; Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, confent 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 diftilled liquor drink thou off: When, presently, through all thy veins fhall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall feize 25 Each vital fpirit; for no pulfe fhall keep 30 His natural progrefs, but furceafe to beat: No warmth, no breath, fhall testify thou liv'ft; The rofes in thy lips and cheeks fhall fade To paly afhes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of fupple government, Shall ftiff, and ftark, and cold appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of fhrunk death Thou fhalt remain full two and forty hours, 35 And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes 45 Will watch thy waking, and that very night Capulet's Houfe. 60 Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Commiffion for authority or power. 2 If no fickle freak, no light aprice, no change of fancy, hinder the performance. Nurfe. See, where she comes from shrift with To you, and your behefts; and am enjoin'd Get thee to bed, and reft; for thou haft need. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, 20 My difmal fcene I needs must act alone.- Cap. Send for the county; go, tell him of this; [up: Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well, ftand La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday; there is time Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet, and Nurfe. La. Cap. We fhall be short in our provifion; 'Tis now near night. Cap. Tufh! I will stir about, And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife : [Exeunt Capulet, and Lady Capulet. Juliet's Chamber. Enter Juliet, and Nurfe. ful. Ay, thofe attires are beft:---But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myfelf to-night; To move the heavens to fmile upon my state, What if this mixture do not work at all? What if it be a poifon, which the friar 35 Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whole foul mouth no healthfome air breathes in, 40 The horrible conceit of death and night, 145 So early waking,---what with loathfome fmells; i. e. from confeffion. 2 This ftage-direction has been fupplied by the modern editors. The quarto, 1597, reads: "Knife, lie thou there." It appears from feveral paffages in our old plays, that knives were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride. 3 i. e. fresh in earth, newly buried. 4 To fefter is to corrupt. 5 Diftraught is distracted. Romeo, |(Marry, and amen!) how found is the asleep! IO 15 20 But I will watch you from fuch watching now. what. [logs! Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier Serv. I have a head, fir, that will find out logs, La. Cap. What noise is here ? Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. What's the matter? Nurfe. Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. O me, O me !---my child, my only life! come. Enter Capulet. Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is Cap. Ha! let me fee her :---Out, alas! she's cold; Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; SCENE [Exeunt. V. Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. Enter Nurfe. Nurfe. Miftrefs!-what, mistress !—Juliet !— faft, I warrant her : Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you flug a-bed!Why, love, I fay !-madam! fweet-heart!why, bride! What, not a word? worths now; -you take your penny Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful Par. Beguil'd, divorced,wronged, spighted, flain! That you shall reft but little.God forgive me, 60 Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, This expreffion, which is frequently employed by the old dramatic writers, Mr. Steevens fays, is taken from the manner of firing the harquebufs. This was fo heavy a gun, that the foldiers were obliged to carry a fupporter called a reff, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to take aim. By |
