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SCENE, changes to Capulet's House.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two or three
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them fo?
Serv. 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.
Nurse. Ay, forfooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her; A peevith felf-willd harlotry it is.
Nurfe. See, where the comes from thrift with
look. Cap. How now, my head-Strong? where have you
and your Behefts ; and am enjoin'd
Cap. Send for the Comté, go, tell him of this,
Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence cell,
Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand op:
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar-
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my clofet,
think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not 'till I hursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go nurse, go with her; we'll to church tomorrow,
[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be mort in our provision ; "Tis now near night.
Cap. Tush, I will ftir about,
[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.
SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse.
pray thee, leave me to myself to-night: For I have need of
orisons To move the heav'ns to smile upon my ftate, Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of fin.
Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What, are you busy, do you need my help?
Jul. No, Madam, we have culld such necessaries As are behoveful for our Aate to-morrow : So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night fit up with you: 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 the do here? My dismal scene I needs must act alone : Come, phial—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 ; lie thou there
[Pointing to a dagger. What if it be a poison, which the friar Subtly hath miniftered, to have me dead, Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Because he married me before to Romeo? 1 fear, it is; and yet, methinks, 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 tha: Romeo Comes to redeem me ? there's a fearful point ! Shall I not then be stified in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthfom air breatles in, And there be strangled ere zy Romeo comes? 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, Lies feftring in his fhroud; where, as they fay, At some hours in the night spirits resort-) Alas, alas! is it not like, that I So early waking, what with loathsom finells, And Trieks, like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad. Or, 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 throud ? D4
And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
[She throws herself on the bed.
SCENE changes to Capulet's Hall.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Old, fpices
nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry,
Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go;
Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from such watching, now.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse, Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood Now fellow, what's there?
Enter three or four with spits, and logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what.
Cap. Make hafte, make hafte; firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.
Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter,
Cap. 'Mafs, and well said, a merry whoreson, ha ! Thou shalt be logger-head.-good faith, 'tis day. The Comte will be here with mufick straight,
[Play mufick. For so, he said, he would. I hear him near. Nurse,-wife, what, ho! what, nurse, I say?
Go, waken Fuliet, go and trim her up,
and chat with Paris : hie, make haste, Make hafte, the bride-groom he is come already ; Make hafte, 1 say. (Exe. Capulet and Nurse, severally.
SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet
on a bed.
Re-enter Nurse. Nurse. Iitress, what, mistress! Juliet-Paft, I
warrant her. Why, lamb-why, Lady-Fy, you slug-a-hedWhy, love, I say—Madam, sweet-heart-why, brideWhat, not a word! you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The Comté Paris hath fet
well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Enter Lady Capulet.