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SCENE, changes to Capulet's House.

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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 if 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.
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time :
What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?

Nurse. Ay, forfooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her; A peevith felf-willd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet.

Nurfe. See, where she comes from thrift with merry look. Cap. How now, my head-Strong ? where have you

been gadding? Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin of disobedient opposition To you and your Behests; and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon : Pardon, I beseech you ! Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.

Cap. Send for the Comté, go, tell him of this,
I'll have this knot knit up to-inorrow 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 modefty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, stand up:
This is as't should be ; let me see the Comté :
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.


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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 clofet,
To help me to sort fych needful ornaments
As 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 to-

[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We Naall be short in our provision; "Tis now near night.

Cap. Tush, I will ftir about,
And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,
I'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 myself
To Comté Paris, to prepare


up Against to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light, Since this same way-ward girl is fo reclaim'd.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.
Y, those attires are beft; but, gentle nurse,


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 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 fate to-morrow : So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night fit up


For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so fudden business.
La. Cap. Good-night,


Get thee to bed and reft, 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 ministered, to have me dead, Lest 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 stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthfom air breathes in, And there be strangled ere iny 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 festring 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 sinells, And frieks, 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 ? D 4


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 coufin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point.- Stay, Tibalt, ftay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[Sbe throws herself on the bed.

SCENE changes to Capulet's Hall.

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Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. L Old, take these keys and fetch more fpices, Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry,

Enter Capulet.
Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the second cock hath crow'd,
The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for coft.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go;
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow,
For this night's watching.

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-huntin 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,

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Cap. 'Mafs, and well said, a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-good faith, 'tis day. The Comte will be here with musick straight,

[Play musick. For so, he said, he would. I hear him near. Nurse,-wife,—what, ho! what, nurse, I say?

Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,

and chat with Paris : hie, make hafte,
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.

Nurje. M

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Re-enter Nurfe.
Iitress, what, mistress! Juliet-Paft, r

warrant her.
Why, lamb-why, Lady-Fy, you flug-a-hed-
Why, love, I say-Madam, sweet-heart—why, bride-
What, not a word ! you take your pennyworths now;
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The Comté Paris hath fet up his reft,
That you shall rest but little-God forgive me
Marry, and amen! How sound is the asleep?
I must needs wake her: Madam, madam, madam,
Ay, let the Comtè take



He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?
What dreft, and in your cloaths and down again!
I muft needs wake you: Lady, lady, lady-
Alas! alas ! help! help! my lady's dead.

well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some Aqua-vitæ, ho! my Lord, my lady!

Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!

La. Cap.

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