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Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;

La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; My fingers itch.

Wife we

scarce thought us Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Exit. blessid,

Jul. O God!- 0 nurse! how shall this be preThat God had sent us but this only child;

vented ? But now I see this one is one too much,

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven ; And that we have a curse in having her;

How shall that faith return again to earth, Out on her, hilding !

Unless that husband send it me from heaven Nurse.

God in heaven bless her ! - By leaving earth ? — comfort me, counsel me. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your Upon so soft a subject as myself! tongue,

What say’st thou? hast thou not a word of joy? Good prudence ; smatter with your gossips, go. Some comfort, nurse. Nurse. I speak no treason.


'Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Cap.

0, God ye good den! | Is banished ; and all the world to nothing, Nurse. May not one speak ?

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; Сар.

Peace, you mumbling fool! Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, lior here we need it not.

I think it best you married with the county.
La. Cap.
You are too hot.

O, he's a lovely gentleman ! Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad : Day, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madan., night, late, early,

Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an ere,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,

As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been I think you are happy in this second match,
To have her match'd : and having now provided For it excels your first : or if it did not,
A gentleman of princely parentage,

Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he trere,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train’d, As living here and you no use of him.
Stuff'd (as they say,) with honourable parts,

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ? Proportion’d as one's heart could wish a man,


From my sorai wa And then to have a wretched puling fool,

Or else beshrew them both. A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,


Amen! To answer — I'll not wed, — I cannot love,


To włiari I am too young, I pray you, pardon me ;

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you :

much. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me: Go in ; and tell my lady I am gone, Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell, Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise : To make confession, and to be absolv'd. In you be mine, I'll give you to my friend ;

Nurse. Marry, I will ; and this is wisely done. An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die re the streets,

[Erit. l'or, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,

Jul. Ancient damnation ! O most wicked fiend ! Nor what is mine shall never do thee good :

Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn, Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Exit. Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, Which she hath prais'd him with above compare That sees into the bottom of my grief?

So many thousand times? — Go, counsellor; O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. – Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

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May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.

[ Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

Enter JuliET.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife !
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.
Jul. What must be shall be.

That's a certain text.
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.



Act IV
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

Take thou this phial, being tnen in bed,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. And this distilled liquor drink thou off:

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. When, presently, through all thy veins shall run

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that ; A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
For it was bad enough, before their spite.

Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that His natural progress, but surcease to beat :

No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own. - Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death:
Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! - To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead :
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Then (as the manner of our country is,)
Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,

[Exit Paris. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient rault,
Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help! In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
It strains me past the compass of my wits :

And hither shall he come; and he and I
I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Will watch thy waking, and that very night
On Thursday next be married to this county. Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, And this shall free thee from this present sharne ;
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it :

If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Do thou but call my resolution wise,

Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.
And with this knife I'll help it presently.

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands ; In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Shall be the label to another deed,

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

help afford. Turn to another, this shall slay them both :

Farewell, dear father!

(Eseunt. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Give me some present counsel ; or, behold,

SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire ; arbitrating that

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants. Which the commission of thy years and art

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. Could to no issue of true honour bring.

(Erit Servan. Be not so long to speak ; I long to die,

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir ; for I'll try
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, if they can lick their fingers.
Which craves as desperate an execution

Cap. How canst thou try them so ?
As that is desperate which we would prevent. 2 Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lich
If, rather than to marry county Paris,

his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his
Thou hast the strength will to slay thyself ; fingers, goes not with me.
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. Go, begone.

(Erit Servant.
A thing like death to chide away this shame, We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
That cop’st with death himself to scape from it; What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence?
And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.

Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with
O’er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

been gadding? And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ;

Ju. Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin Things that, to hear them told, have made me Of disobedient opposition tremble ;

To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd
And I will do it without fear or doubt,

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. And beg your pardon : – Pardon, I beseech you !

Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow;

Cap. Send for the county ; go tell him of this; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Let not thy nurse lie with thet in thy chamber : Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' celi ;

merry look.

And gave him what becomed love I might,

I wake before the time that Romeo Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! Cap. Why, I am glad on't ; this is well, — stand Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, up :

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
This is as't should be. — Let me see the county ; And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Ay, marry, go,


and fetch him hither. - Or, if I live, is it not very like, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,

The horrible conceit of death and night, All our whole city is much bound to him.

Together with the terror of the place, Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, To help me sort such needful ornaments

Where, for these many hundred years, the bones As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow ?

Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d; La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, enough.

Lies fest'ring in his shroud ; where, as they say, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her : — we'll to church At some hours in the night spirits resort;

to-morrow. [Ereunt Juliet and Nurse. Alack, alack! is it not like, that I, La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; So early waking, — what with loathsome smells; 'Tis now near night.

And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, Сар.

Tush! I will stir about, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ; And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: O ! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;

Environed with all these hideous fears? I'll not to bed to-night ; — let me alone ;

And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? I'll play the housewife for this once. — - What, ho!- And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, To county Paris, to prepare him up

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? Against to-morrow : my heart is wond'rous light, 0, look ! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

[Exeunt. Upon a rapier's point :- Stay, Tybalt, stay!

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber.

(She throws herself on the bed. Enter JULIET and Nurse.

SCENE IV. - Capulet's Hall. Jul. Ay, those attires are best :- But, gentle nurse,

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ;

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more For I have need of many orisons

spices, nurse. To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

pastry. Enler Lady CAPULET.

Enter CAPULET. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath

crow'd. Jul. No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries | The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock : As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : So please you, let me now be left alone,

Spare not for cost. And let the nurse this night sit up with you ;


Go, go, you cot-quean, go, For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow In this so sudden business.

For this night's watching.
La. Cap.
Good night!

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

[Ereunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Jul. Farewell ! — God knows, when we shall La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in meet again.

your time; I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, But I will watch you from such watching now. That almost freezes up the heat of life:

[Ereunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. I'll call them back again to comfort me; —

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood ! — Now, Nurse ! - What should she do here?

fellow, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

What's there?
Come, phial.
What if this mixture do not work at all ?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. Must I of force be married to the county ?

1 Seru. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not No, no; - - this shall forbid it: - lie thou there.

what. [Laying down a dagger. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Erit i Serv.) What if it be a poison, which the friar

Sirrah, fetch drier logs ; Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Because he married me before to Romeo ?

And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit. I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,

Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; A merry whoreson! ha, For he hath still been tried a holy man :

Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day : I will not entertain so bad a thought.

The county will be here with musick straight, How if, when I am laid into the wish,

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For so he said he would. I hear him near : – La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hatefa Nurse! — Wife! — what, ho! --what, nurse, I say !


Most miserable hour, tnat e'er time saw
Enter Nurse.

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up ;

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, I'll go and chat with Paris : - Hie, make haste,

But one thing to rejoice and solace in, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already : And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Make haste, I say.


Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber ; JULIET on the Bed.

Most lamentable day! most woful day,

That ever, ever, I did yet behold !
Enter Nurse.

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Nurse. Mistress ! — what, mistress! - Juliet !- Never was seen so black a day as this : fast, I warrant her, she:

0 woful day, 0 woful day ! Why, lamb ! —why, lady !- fye, you slug-a-bed ! - Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Why, love, I say ! - madam! sweet-heart ! - why, Most détestable death, by thee beguild, bride!

By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown ! What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths now;

O love! O life !not life, but love in death! Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant, Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! The county Paris hath set up his rest,

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now That you shall rest but little. — God forgive me,

To murder murder our solemnity? (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! O child ! O child !--my soul, and not my child! I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, madam! Dead art thou, dead! - alack! my child is dead! Ay, let the county take you in your bed ;

And, with my child, my joys are buried ! He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be ?

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lite What, drest! and in your clothes ! and down again! I must needs wake you : Lady! lady ! lady!

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Alas! alas! Help! help! my lady's dead ! Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, (), well-a-day, that ever I was born!

And all the better is it for the maid : ome aqua-vitæ, ho! - my lord ! my lady! Your part in her you could not keep from death ;

But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
Enter Lady CAPULET.

The most you sought was — her promotion ;
La. Cap. What noise is here?

For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd : Nurse.

O lamentable day! | And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, La. Cap. What is the matter?

Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Nurse.

Look, look! O hea day! 0, in this love, you love your child so ill, La. Cap. O me, O me!- my child, my only life, That you run mad, seeing that she is well : Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!

She's not well married, that lives married long; Help, help! — call help.

But she's best married, that dies married young.

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord is In all her best array bear her to church

For though fond nature bids us all lamed., Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; alack Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. the day !

Cap. All things, that we ordained festiv, La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, Turn from their office to black funeral : she's dead.

Our instruments, to melancholy bells ;
Cap. Ha ! let me see her :-Out, alas ! she's cold; Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ;
Life and these lips have long been separated : Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

And all things change them to the contrary.
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Fri. Sir, go you in,--and, madam, go with him Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

And go, sir Paris ; — every one prepare Nurse. O lamentable day!

To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

O woful time! The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Cap. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make Move them no more, by crossing their high will. me wail,

[Ereunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Paren Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

and Friar. Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with musicians.

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, aixc ve

gone. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ? Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up, Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :

For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. O son, the night before thy wedding day

(Erit Nurse. Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she lies, 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may bc Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

amended. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Enter PETER. And leave him all ; life leaving, all is death's. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart' Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease face,

1 Mus. Why heart's ease ? And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays


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- My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver dump, to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. ;

What say you, Simon Catling?
Pet. You will not then ?

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? 1 Mus. What will you give us ?

2 Mus. say silver sound, because musicians Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : I sound for silver. vill give you the minstrel.

Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound1 Alus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. on your pate. I will carry no crochets : I'll re you, Pet. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I I'll fa you ; Do you note me?

will say for you.

It is musick with her silver 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. sound, because such fellows as you have seldom

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put gold for sounding: out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will dry

Then musick with her silver sound, beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dag

With speedy help doth lend redress. ger : Answer me like men :

[Erit, singing

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? When griping grief the heart doth wound,

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; And doleful dumps the mind oppress,



stay dinner. Then musick, with her silver sound ;


post ?

tarry for the


Bal. No, my good lorri.
SCENE 1.- Mantua. A Street.


No matter ger thee gone, Enter Romeo.

And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straighic.

[Exit BALTHASAR Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : Let's see for means : O, mischief! thou art My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

swift And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I do remember an apothecary,
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;

And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to

In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, think,)

Culling of simples ; meager were his looks, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,

An alligator stuff"d, and other skins
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?

Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
Enter BalthasAR.

A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, News from Verona! How now, Balthasar ? Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Were thinly scatter’d, to make up a show. How doth my lady? Is my father well ?

Noting this penury, to myself I said How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

An if a man did need a poison now,
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

0, this same thought did but fore-run my neesi ; And her immortal part with angels lives;

And this same needy man must sell it me. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

As I remember, this should be the house : And presently took post to tell it you :

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. O pardon me for bringing these ill news.

What, ho! apothecary !
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Enter Apothecary.
Rom. Is it even so ? then rlefy you, stars !
Thou know’st my lodging: get me ink and Ap.

Who calls so loud?

Rom. Come hither, man. - I see, thai thou an And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

poor ; Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have thus :

A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer Your looks are pale and wild, and do import As will disperse itself through all the veins, Some misadventure.

That the life-weary taker may fall dead ; Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd; And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ?

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

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