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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 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.
Nurse. Ay, forfooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her; A peevith felf-willd harlotry it is.
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,
Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence' cell,
Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, stand up:
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my clofet,
La. Cap. No, not 'till I hursday, there is time enough.
[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We Naall be short in our provision; "Tis now near night.
Cap. Tush, I will ftir about,
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.
For I have need of many orisons
Enter Lady Capulet.
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
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,
[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,
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-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,
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?
Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
and chat with Paris : hie, make hafte,
SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet
on a bed.
well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Enter Lady Capulet.