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SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris. Fri. On Thursday, sir ? the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so : And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; lineven is the 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 doth give her sorrow so much sway; And in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears ; Whicli, 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.
[Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, 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 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, I should confess to you, Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him.
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,
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 spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that
report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it,
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.-
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now :My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Ex. Paris.
Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me : Past hope, past care, past help!
Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief';
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,
"Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
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 shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for 10 pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
Jul. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear.
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosjerous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength sliall help
afford. Farewell, dear father!
[E.reunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter Capuler, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit Servant Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks."
2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I 'll try it they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so ?
2 Serv. Marry, sir, 't is an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers : therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone.
[Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry
look. Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you
been gadding ?
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this ;
Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well, -stand up: