For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho daughter, are you up? ful. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccuftom'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 wash him from his grave with tears? Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. I come to bring thee joyful ridings, girl. Ful. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I befeech your ladyship? 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. The County Paris, at St. Peter's church, Jul. I wonder at this hatte, that I muft 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 to her our decree? La.Cap. Ay, Sir,but she 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 fhe not give us thanks? Is fhe not proud; doth the not count her bleft, (Unworthy as fhe is,) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. ful. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Cap. Thank me no thankings, But fettle your fine joints against Thursday next, La. Cap. Fy, fy, what, are you mad? Ful. Good father, I befeech you on my knees, Hear me with patience, but to fpeak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, difobedient wretch, Speak not. reply not, do not answer me. That God had fent us but this only child, Nurfe. Heaven bless her: You are to blame, my lord. to rate her fo. Cap. And why, my lady wildom hold your tongue, Good prudence, fmatter with your gollips, go. Nurfe. I fpeak no treason. Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap. 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 Of fair demeans; youthful, and nobly allied, If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend: If If you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i'th' ftreets; [Exit. 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 fhould practife flratagems Upon fo foft a jubject as myself. Nurfe. Rife, faith 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 flealth: Then, fince the case fo ftands, I think it best You married with the Count. Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart? Nurfe. And from my foul too, Or elfe 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' cell, To make confeffion, and to be absolved, Nurfe. Marry I will, and this is wifely done. [Exit. ful. Ancient damnation! O moft wicked fiend! Is it more fin to wish me thus forsworn, Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain ; If all elfe fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. ACT ACT IV. SCENE I. O The MONASTERY. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. FRIAR. N Thurfday, Sir! the time is very short. Par Immoderately fhe weeps for Tibalt's death, Fri. I would I knew not why it should be flow'd. Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome my love, my lady, and my wife. ful. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, muft be, love, on Thursday next. ful. What must be, fhall be. Par. Come you to make confeffions to this father? Jul. To anfwer that were to confefs to you: Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to thee at evening mass? Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My lord, I must intreat the time alone. Par. Heav'n fhield, I should disturb devotion : [Exit Paris. Jul. Jul. Go, fhut the door; and when thou haft done fo Come weep with me, paft hope, paft cure, paft help. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief." Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou know'ft my grief, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Speak now, be brief; for I defire to die, A thing like death to free thee from this marriage, Jul. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Things that to hear them nam'd, have made me tremble; To live an unftain'd wife to my sweet love. Fri. Hold, then go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris; look thou lye alone. (Let not thy nurse lye with thee in thy chamber.) And |