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For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
[ Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
31 For it was bad enough, before their spight.
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter,
My lord, we must intreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !
[Exit Paris. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Friar. Hold, daughter; Į do spy a kind of hope,
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Things that, to hear them told, have made me
tremble ; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.
Friar. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow;
91 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 distilled liquor drink thou off : When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seizę Eạch vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His natural progress, but surcease to beat : No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death : And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : Then (as the manner of our country is.)
111 In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie,
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
help afford. Farewel, dear fatlier!
CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPU
LET, Nurse, and Servants.
Sero. You shall nave none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers : therefore he, thạt cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me,