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Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering :--
Stand up, stand up; stand, an you be a man :
For Juliet's sake, for her sake, rise and stand ;
Why should you fall into so deep an O?
Nurse. Ah sir! ah sir!-death is the end of all.
Rom. Spak'st thou of Juliet? how is it with her ?
Doth she not think me an old murderer,
Now I have stain'd the childhood of our joy
With blood remov'd but little from her own?
Where is shed and how doth she ? and what says
My conceal'd lady to our cancell'd love?
Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but
And now falls on her bed ; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.
Rom. As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand 460
Murder'd her kinsman.- tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may sack
The hateful mansion.
[Drawing his sword. Fri. Hold thy desperate hand : Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast: Unseemly woman, in a seeming man ! Or ill beseeming beast, in seeming both! 470 H Н
Thou hast amaz'd me: by my holy order,
I thought thy disposition better temper'd,
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?
And slay thy lady too that lives in thee,
By doing damned hate upon thyself?
Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth ?
Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet
In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose.
Fie, fie! thou sham’st thy shape, thy love, thy wit;
Which, like an usurer, abound’st in all,
And usest none in that true use indeed
Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valour of a man :
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish.
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in the skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
490 And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy : Tybalt would kill thee, But thou slew'st Tybalt; there too art thou happy : The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And turns it to exile ; there art thou happy : A pack of blessings lights upon thy back; Happiness courts thee in her best array; But, like a mis'hav'd and a sullen wench, 500
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love :
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed,
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her ;
But, look, thou stay not 'till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, 'till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back
With twenty hundred thousand times more joy 519
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse : commend me to thy lady ;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have staid here all the
To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !--
My lord, I'll tell my lady you
will come. Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir : Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. 521
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this !
Fri, Go hence. Good night:—and here stands all
Either be gone before the watch be set,
Or by the break of day disguis'd from hence :
Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man,
And he shall signify from time to time
Every good hap to you, that chances here:
Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewel ; good night.
Rom.. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, 530
It were a grief, so brief to part with thee :
A Room in CAPULet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady
CAPULET, and PARIS.
Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily,
That we have had no time to move our daughter :
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,
And so did I ;-Well, we were born to die.-
'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night:
I promise you, but for your company,
I would have been a-bed an hour ago.
Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo :-
Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter.
La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to-
To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child's love : I think, she will be rul'd.
In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Acquaint her here with my son Paris' love;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
But, soft; What day is this?
550 Par. Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday ? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too
O’Thursday let it be ;-o' Thursday, tell her,
She shall be married to this noble earl:
Will you be ready ? do you like this haste ?
We'll keep no great ado;- a friend, or two:-
For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much :
559 Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday ?
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to
Cap. Well, get you gone : - o' Thursday be it
Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day,
Farewel, my lord. --Light to my chamber, ho!
'Fore me, it is so very late, that we
May call it early by and by :-Good night. [Exeunt.
Juliet's Chamber. Enter Romeo, and Juliet,
Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
570 That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Hiij