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In all respects by me, nay more, I doubt it not.
a friend or two
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone ---- on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed : [To lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewel, my lord-light to my chamber, hoa! Good-night.
The Garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet above at a window; a ladder
set. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark,
Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light it not day-light, I know it well;
Rom. Let me be ta’en ; let me be put to death,
I'll say, 'tis not the Lark whose notes do beat,
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone ;
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
Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke, be wary, look about.
Ful 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 shall 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.
Jul. O'think’ft thou we shall ever meet again?
Rom, I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.
Jul. O heav'n ! I have an ill-divining soul,
Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you :
SCE N E VIII.
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,
Eiter Lady Capulet.
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother ?
La. Cap. Why how now, Juliet ?
La. Cop. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ?
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling lofs.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time.
Lo. Cop. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child: One, who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath forted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expe&t'it not, nor I look'd not for,
Jill. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
Jul. I wonder at this hatte, that I must wed
La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse. Cap. How now ? a conduit, girl ? what, still in tears, Evermore howering? Why how now, wife ? Have
deliver'd to her our deciee? La.Cap. Ay, Sir, but she will none, the 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 ? doch she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud; doth she not count her blest, (Unworthy as she is,) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom?
Ful. Proud can I never be of what I hate,
Cap. Thank me no thankings,
La. Cap. Fy, fy, what, are you mad?
ful. Good father, I beleech you on my knees, Hear me with patience, but to speak a word.
C 23. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch,
Nurse. Heaven bless her:
Cap. And why, my lady wildom? hold your tongue, Good prudence, smatter with your gollips, go.
Nurs. I speak no treason.
La. Cap. You are too hot.
pray you, pardon me.
-Thursday is near.
If you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'th' ftreets;
Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds,
do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tibalt lies,
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit.
Jul O heav'n! O nurse, how shall this be prevented ? Alack, alack, that heav'n should practise stratagems Upon so soft a jubject as myself.
Nurse. Rise, faith here it is :
Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart?
Nurse. And from my soul too,
Jul. Amen, Amen.
Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much;
Nurse. Marry I will, and this is wisely done. [Exit.
Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend !
many thousand times? go, counsellor,