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Could to no issue of true honour bring:
'Speak now, be brief; for I desire to die,' If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution,
As that is desp'rate which we would prevent,
If rather than to marry County Paris
Thou hast the strength or will to Nay thy self,
Then it is likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copes with death himself, to 'scape from it:
And if thou daroft, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Or chain me to some steepy mountain's top
Where roaring bears and savage lions roam ;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O’er-cover'd quite with dead mens ratling bones,
With reeky Manks, and yellow chapless sculls ;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his throud ;
Things that to hear them nam’d, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unftain'd wife to my sweet love.
Fri. Hold, Juliet: hye thee home, get thee to bed : (Let not thy Nurse lye with thee in thy chamber :) And when thou art alone, take thou this vial, And this distilled liquor drink thou off ; When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsie humour, which thall seize Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His nat'ral progress, but surcease to beat, No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes ; the eyes windows fall Like death, when he Tuts up the day of life; And in this borrowed likenels of Ihrunk death
Thou 4 Be not so long to speak; I long to dye,
Thou salt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake, as from a pleasant Neep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rowse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead :
Then, as the manner of our country is,
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Thou shalt be born to that fame ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lye.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he cone; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua ;
If no unconstant toy nor womanilh fear
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell not me of fear.
[Iaking the vial.
Fri. Hold, get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve ; l'll send a Friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. [afford.
Jul. Love give me strength! and strength shall help Farewel, dear father
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and iwo or three
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ;
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. a
We (a) twenty cunning cooks.
Ser. You shall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
Ser. 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 & Co
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time:
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Nurse. Ay forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevith self-willid harlotry it is.
Enter Juliet. Nurse. See where she comes from her confession. Cap. How now, my head-strong? where have you
been gadding? Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition To you and your behests ; and am enjoyn'd By holy Lawrence, to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon: pardon I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruid 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 modesty.
Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, stand up;
This is as't should be ; let me see the County :
Ay marry, go I say, and ferch him hither.
Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me fort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough.
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her ; we'll to church to-morrow.
[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be hort in our provision ; 'Tis now near night.
Cap. Tush, I will stir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife :
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,
l'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 my self
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is fo reclaim'd.
[Exeunt Capulet and Lady Capulet.
Enter Juliet and Nurfe.
Jul. AY; those attires are beft ; but
, gentle nurse,
I pray thee leave me to my self co-night :
For I have need of many orisons
To move the heav'ns to smile upon my state,
Which well thou know'st is cross and full of sin.
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What, are you busie, do you need my help?
Jul. No, Madam, we have culld such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night fit
For I am sure you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business,
La. Cap. Good-night, Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast 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. Nurse! what should she do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone : Come, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Shall I of force be marry'd to the Count ?
No, no, this shall forbid it ; lye thou there
[Pointing to a dagger.
What if it be a poisori, 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 mechinks it should not,
For he hath still 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 stified in the vault,
To whose foul mouch no healthfome air breathes in?
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 ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packt;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lyes fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort)
Alas, alas! is it not like, that I
So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And Thrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals hearing them run mad
s'Oh!' if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
(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 some great kinsman's bone
As with a club, dash out my desp'rate brains ?
O look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out RomeoStay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
[Sbe throws herfelf on the bed.