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Or, if


do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.

Jul. O God! O Nurse, how shall this be prevented ?
My husband is on earth ; my faith in heav'n ;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heav'n,
By leaving earth ?--Comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that heaven fhould practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What say'st thou? haft thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.

Nurse. Faith, here it is :
Romeo is banilh'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 stealth.
Then fince the case so stands, as now it doth,
I think it beft, you married with the Count.
Oh, he's a lovely gentleman !
Romeo's a dish-clout to him ; an eagle, Madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye
As Paris hath. Belhrew my very heart,
I think you happy in this second match,
For it excels your first; or if it did not,
Your first is dead ; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here, and you no use of him.

Jul. Speak'st thou from thy heart ?

Nurfe. And from
Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen.
Nurse. What?

Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much 3
Gö in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make confefiion, and to be abfoly'd.

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit.

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more fin to with me thus forsworn,



foul too,

Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue
Which the 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 elle fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.



Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.

N Thursday, Sir! the time is



And I am nothing flow to slack his hafte.

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

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

[-Aide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell.

Enter Juliet. Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Vol. VIII,


Par, love me.

Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.
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, were to confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him, that you
Jul. I will confefs to you, that I love him.
Par. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

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

Par. Poor soul, 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't it, more than tears, with that report.

Jul. That is no slander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I (peak, I speak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast flander'd it.

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now,
Or Mall 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 hield, I should disturb devotion : Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you : Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

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

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 it,
On Thursday next be married to this Count.

Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
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 Remeo leald,

Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay 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 commifion 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’tt fpeak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as deíperate an execution,
As that is defp'rate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry Comté Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to flay thyself,
Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop'ít with death himself, to 'scape from it :
And if thou dar'it, 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 mountains 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 skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; (Things, that to hear themnam'd, have made me trembe;) 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 consent To marry 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 thall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize D 2


Each vital fpirit; for no pulse fhall keep
His nat’ral progress, but surcease to beat.
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'ft;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks fhall 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 Thrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake, as from a pleasant sleep.
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 born to burial in thy kindred's

Thou shalt be borne to that same 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 Mall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantuu;
And this fall free thee from this present shame,
If no unconftant toy, nor womanis fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell me not of fear.

[Taking the phial. 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. fal. Love, give me strength, and strength fhall help

afford, Farewel, dear father!



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