Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Farewel, my lord-light to my chamber, hoa!
Good-night.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

The GARDEN.

Enter Romeo and Juliet above at a window; a ladder of

Jul.

WILT

ropes Set.

ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;
Nightly fhe fings on yon pomegranate tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale. Look, love, what envious ftreaks
Do lace the fevering clouds in yonder east :
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tip-toe on the misty mountain tops,
I must be gone and live, or ftay and die.

Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well;
It is fome meteor that the fun exhales,

To be this night a torch-bearer,

And light thee on the way to Mantua ;
Then stay a while, thou shalt not go fo foon.
Rom. Let me be ta'en; let me be put to death,
I am content, if thou wilt have it fo.
I'll fay yon grey is not the morning eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow,
I'll fay 'tis not the lark whofe notes do beat,
The vaulty heav'ns fo high above our heads:
Come death and welcome: Juliet wills it fo.
What fays my love? let's talk, it is not day.
ful. It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone;
It is the lark that fings fo out of tune,
Straining harsh difcords, and unpleafing sharps,

Oh

Oh now be gone, more light and light it grows.

Rom. More light and light?-more dark and dark our Farewel, my love; one kiss, and I'll be gone.

Nuufe. Madam.

Jul, Nurfe.

Enter Nurfe.

[woes.

Nurfe. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke, be wary, look about.

Jul. Art thou gone fo? love! lord! ah, husband,friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, For in love's hours there are many days. O by this count I fhall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings to thee, love. ful. O think'st thou we fhall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes fhall ferve For fweet difcourfes, in our time to come.

Jul. O heav'n! I have an ill-divining foul, Methinks I fee thee, now thou'rt parting from me, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb!

Either my eye-fight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye fo do you: Dry forrow drinks our blood, Adieu!

My life, my love, my foul, Adieu.

[Exeunt.

Jul.

Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet.

Fortune, fortune, all men call the fickle. If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith? be fickle, fortune: For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But fend him back again.

Enter

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap, Ho, daughter, are you up?

ful. Who is'c that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccustom'd caufe procures her hither? La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet?

Jul. Madam, I'm not well.

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wafh him from his grave with tears? Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, gitl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your lady fhip?

La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child; One who to put thee from thy heaviness,

Hath forted out a fudden day of joy,

That thou expect'ft not, nor I look'd not for.
ful. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at St. Peter's church,
Shall happily make thee a joyful bride.

Jul. I wonder at this hafte, that I must wed
Ere he that must be husband comes to woo.
I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,
I cannot marry yet.

La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself And fee how he will take it at your hands.

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. How now? a conduit girl? what, ftill in tears; Evermore fhowering? Why, how now, wife? Have you deliver'd deliver'd to her our decree?

La.Cap. Ay Sir; but the will none, fhe gives you thanks: I would the fool were married to her grave.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife, How, will the none; doth the not give us thanks? Is the not proud; doth fhe not count her bleft, (Unworthy as the is) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom?

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Jul.

Jul. Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.
Cap. Thank me no thankings

Put fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,
To go with Paris to St. Peter's church:
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
La. Cap. Ey, fy, what are you mad?
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience, but to fpeak a word?
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, difobedient wretch,
I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me,
Wife, we fcarce thought us bleft,

That God hath fent us but this only child,
But now I fee this one is one too much,
And that we have a curfe in having her:
Out on her, hilding.

Nurfe. Heven bless her:

You are too blame, my lord, to rate her fo.

Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,

Good prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go.

Nufe. I fpeak no treafon.

Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool;

Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl,
For here we need it not.

La. Ca. You are too hot.

Cap. Good wife,it makes me mad; day,night,late,early,
At home, abroad; alone, in company,
Waking or fleeping; ftill my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demeans; youthful and nobly allied,
Proportion'd as one's thought would with a man:
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender
To answer, I'll not wed, I cannot love,
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.
But if you will not wed, look to't, think on't,
I do not use to jeft Thurfday is near.

If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend:
If you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i' th' streets;
For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee.

Ful. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds,
That fees into the bottom of my grief?
O fweet, my mother, caft me not away,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed

[Exit.

In that dim monument where Tibalt lies.
La. Ca. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word:
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

[Exit. Jul. O heaven! Onurfe, how fhall this be prevented? Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise ftratagems Upon fo foft a fubject as myself.

Nurfe. Rife, faidh here it is:

Romeo is banish'd; all the world to nothing,

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

Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth:

Then fince the cafe fo ftands, I think it best

You married with the count.

Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart?
Nurfe. And from my foul too,
Or elle befhrew them both.

ful. Amen, amen.

Nurfe. What!

Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Having difpleas'd my father to Lawrence's cell,

To make confeffion, and to be absolv'd.

Nurfe. Marry, I will, and this is wifely done. [Exit.
Jul. Antient damnation Oh moft wicked fiend!

Is it more fin to wifh me thus forfworn,
Or to difpraife my lord with that fame tongue
Which the 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;
If all elfe fail, myfelf have power to die.

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[Exit.

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