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Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare,
So many thousand times ? Go, Counsellor,
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain :
I'll to the Friar, to know his remedy;
If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.



The M O N A S T E R r.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.


N Thursday, Sir? The time is very short. .

Par. My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing now to Nack his haste.

Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is this course, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she should give her sorrow so much sway; And, in his wisdom, haftes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be


from her by society, Now do you know the reason of this haste? Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd.

[Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell. 8 And I am, &c.] His hafie

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. Ball not be abated by my fiowness. That is, I am diligent to abet It might be read,

and enforce his hafie. And I am nothing flow to back


Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, Love, on Thursday


Jul. What must be, shall be.

Fri, That's a certain text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this father?
Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.
Par. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that: For it was bad enough before their spight. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that

report. Jul. That is no Nander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I speak, I speak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hath Nander'd it.

Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now,
Or fhall I come to you at evening mass ?

Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My Lord, I must intreat the time alone.

Par. God field, I should disturb devotion. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you ; Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

[Exit Paris. Jul. Go, shut the door, and when thou hast done so. Come weep with me, past hope, paft cure, past



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Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It strains me past the Compass of my Wits. I hear, you must, and nothing may prorogue ic, On Thursday next be married to this County. 150

Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou heard’It of this, Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.

u If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, che And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's; thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo's seald, Shall be the label to another deed, : : Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall flay them both. Therefore out of thy long-experienc'd time, Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, "Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife • Shall play the umpire ; arbitrating that, Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. Be not so long to speak; I long 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 of will to say thyself, Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop'st with death himself, to 'scape from it: And if thou dar'it, I'll give the remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower ;

I Shall play the umpire ;] That 2-commission of thy years and is, this. knife shall decide the art] Commission is for austruggle between me and my dif- thority or power. treffes.


3 Or chain me to some steepy mountain's top,
Where roaring bears and favage lions roam;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead mens' rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls ;
Or bid me go into a new-made Grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his fhroud ;
Things, that to hear them nam'd, have made me

And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unitain'd wife to my sweet love.

Fri. Hold, then, go home, be merry, give consens Toʻmarry Paris; Wednesday is to-morrow; 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 seize Each vital fpirit; for no Puise shall keep His nar'ral progress, but surcease to beat. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'lt; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly alhes: 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 borrowed likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake, as from a pleasant feep.

3 Or chain me, &c.]

My edition has the words Or walk ir thievilha ways, or

which Mr. Pope has omitted; but bid me lurk

the old copy seems in this place W bere ferpenes are, chair me preferable, only perhaps we

with rearing bears, might better read,

Or bide me nightly, &c. Where savage bears and roaring It is thus the editions vary.

lions roum. POPE.


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,
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Be borne to burial in thy kindred's Grave,
Thou shalt be borne to that fame ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither shall he come; 4 and he and I
Will watch thy Waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua ;
And this shall free thee from this present Shame,

If no unconftant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate chy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, oh give me. Tell me not of fear.

[Taking the pbial.
Fri. Hold, get you gone. Be strong and prosperous
In this Resolve; I'll send a Friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy Lord.
Jul. Love, give me strength, and strength shall

help afford. Farewel, dear father!



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