Cap. How canft thou try them fo?

Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me.

Cap. Go, be gone.

We shall be much unfurnished for this time. -What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? Nurfe. Ay, forfooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her: A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet.

Nurfe. See, where she comes from Shrift with merry Look.

Cap. How now, my head-ftrong? where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin Of difobedient oppofition

[She kneels.

To you and your Behifts; and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here,
And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap. Send for the County, go, tell him of this;
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence' cell,
And gave him what becoming love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of Modefty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up;
This is as't fhould be. Let me fee the County;
Ay, marry-
-Go, I fay, and fetch him hither.

Now, afore God, this reverend holy Friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me fort fuch needful ornaments

As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

VOL. VIII.

H

La.

La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to Church to[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.

morrow.
6

La. Cap. We fhall be fhort in our provision; 'Tis now near night.

Cap. Tufh, I will stir about,

And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife.
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,
I'll not to bed to-night. Let me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once.-What ho!
They are all forth; well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up

Againit to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is fo reclaim'd.

Jul.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

SCENE III.

Changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Y, thofe attires are beft. But, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

7 For I have need of many Orifons

To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my State, Which, well thou know'ft, is cross, and full of Sin.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you bufy? doyou need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow.

So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurfe this night fit up with you;

6 We fall be fort-] That is, We fhall be defective.

7 For I have need, &c.] Juliet plays most of her pranks un

der the appearance of religion: perhaps Shakespeare meant to punifh her hypocrify.

For,

For, I am fure, you have your hands full all,
In this fo fudden bufinefs.

La. Cap. Good-night,

Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt.
Jul. Farewel God knows, when we shall meet
again!

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life.

I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurfe! What should fhe do here?

My dismal scene I needs must act alone:

Come, phial-what if this mixture do not work at

all?

Shall I of force be married to the Count?
No, no, this fhall forbid it.

Lie thou there

[Laying down a dagger
What if it be a poison, which the Friar
Subtly hath miniftred, to have me dead,
Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath ftill been tried a holy man.

-How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,

I wake before the time that Romeo

Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be ftifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthfom air breathes in,
And there be strangled ere my Romeo comes?

Or, if I live, is it not very like,

The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,

As in a vault, an antient receptacle,

Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried Ancestors are packt;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies feftring in his fhroud; where, as they fay,
At fome hours in the night fpirits refort.

H 2

Alas,

8

Alas, alas! is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathfom smells,
And fhrieks, like mandrake's torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
Or, if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,
Invironed with all these hideous fears,
And madly play with my fore fathers' joints.
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And in this rage, with fome great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dafh out my defp'rate brains?
O look! methinks, I fee my cousin's ghoft
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his Body
Upon a Rapier's Point. Stay, Tybalt, ftay!
Romeo, here's drink! Romeo, I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the bed.

La. Cap. H
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OLD, take these keys and fetch more fpices, nurfe.

Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath
crow'd,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the bak'd Meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for Coft.

8- is it not like, that I.] This fpeech is confufed and inconfequential, according to the diforder of Juliet's mind.

The curfeu bell-] I know not that the morning bell is called the curfcu in any other place.

Nurfe.

Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go.

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to morrow,
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere

now

All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time,

But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurfe.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood.
Now fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets.

Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what.

Cap. Make hafte, make hafte. Sirrah, fetch drier logs,

Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.

Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight,

[Play mufick. For fo, he said, he would. I hear him near. Nurfe,-wife,-what, ho! what nurse, I say?

Enter Nurfe.

Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make hafte,
Make hafte, the Bride-groom he is come already.
Make hafte, I fay,

[Exeunt Capulet and Nurfe, feverally.