To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we 'll to church to[Exeunt JULIET and NURSE. morrow. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'T' is now near night. Cap. Tush! I will stir about, I'll not to bed to-night :-let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho!— Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light, Enter JULIET and NURSE. Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, La. Cap. What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you; La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and NURSE, Jul. Farewell!-God knows, when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.— What if this mixture do not work at all? I wake before the time that Romeo To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. The horrible conceit of death and night, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones So early waking,-what with loathsome smells; Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefathers' joints? SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall. Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter CAPULET. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hatb crow'd. The curfeu bell hath rung, 't is three o'clock :- Spare not for cost. Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. 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 Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]— Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good father, 't is day: The county will be here with music straight, [Music within. 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; I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Mistress!—what, mistress!-Juliet!--fast, I warrant her, she --- Why, lamb!-Why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say! madam! sweetheart! - why, bride! What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, I must needs wake her :-Madam, madam, madam! He 'll fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be? Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady! Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? La. Cap. What is the matter? Nurse. O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help!-call help. Enter CAPULET. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she 's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she 's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. O son, the night before thy wedding-day Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! |