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Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue
A CT IV.
The M O N A S T E R r.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so,
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
. 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.
Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price
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.
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
me lady and my wife!] As thour wrote thus, these four firkt lines feem intend. --my lady and me life! ed to rayme, perhaps the au
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,
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
If no unconftant toy, nor womanish fear,
[Taking the pbial.
help afford. Farewel, dear father!
Changes to Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two or three
hire me twenty cunning cooks. Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. and be and I
5 If no unconstant 109,-), If Will watch tby waking. I no fickle freak, no light caprice, These words are
not in the
no change of fancy, hinder the folio.