Imatges de pÓgina

In all respects by me, nay more, I doubt it not.
But, soft ; what day? Well, Wednesday is too soon,
On Thursday (let it be :) you shall be marry'd.
We'll keep no great ado-

a friend or two
For, hark you, Tibalt being Nain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelesly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much:
Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday ?

Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

Cap. Well, get you gone ---- on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed : [To lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding day. Farewel, my lord-light to my chamber, hoa! Good-night.



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The Garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet above at a window; a ladder

of Ropes

set. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day:

It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark,
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear ;
Nightly she sings on you pomegranate tree:
Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
No Nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops,
I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Jul. Yon light it not day-light, I know it well;
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua;
Then itay a while, thou shalt not go so soon.

Rom. Let me be ta’en ; let me be put to death,
I am content, if thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon gray is not the morning eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow,


I'll say, 'tis not the Lark whose notes do beat,
The vaulty heav'ns so high above our heads ;
Come death and welcome : Juliet wills it fo.
What says my love ? let's talk, it is not day.

Jul. It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone ;
It is the Lark that sings so out of tune,
Straining harsh discords, and unpleafing sharps.
O now

gone, more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light ?---more dark and dark our Farewel, my love : one kiss, and I'll be

gone. [wocs.

Enter Nurse.
Nurse. Madam.
Jul. Nurse.

Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke, be wary, look about.

Ful Art thou gone fo? love! lord ! ah husband, friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th’hour, For in love's hours there are many days. O by this count I shall be much in

years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewel : I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings to thee, love.

Jul. O'think’ft thou we shall ever meet again?

Rom, I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses, in our time to come.

Jul. O heav'n ! I have an ill-divining soul,
Methinks I see thee, now thou’rt parting from me,
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb !
Either my eye-fight fails, or thou look' t pale.

Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye so do you :
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu !
My life, my love, my loul. Adieu ?



Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet.
O fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle,

If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith : be fickle, fortune :


Jul. O

For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back again.

Ester Lady Capulct.
La. Cap. Ho daughter, are you up?

Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother ?
What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?

La. Cap. Why how now, Juliet ?
Ful. Madam, I'm not well.

La. Cop. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ?

Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling lofs.
La. Cap. I come to bring thee joyful ridings, girl.

Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time.
What are they, I beseech your lady ship?

Lo. Cop. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child: One, who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath forted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expe&t'it not, nor I look'd not for,

Jill. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?

La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
The gallant, young and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at St. Peter's church,
Shall happily make thee a joyful bride.

Jul. I wonder at this hatte, that I must wed
Ere he that must be husband comes to woo.
I pray you tell my lord and father, madam,
I cannot marry yet.

La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands.

Enter Capulet and Nurse. Cap. How now ? a conduit, girl ? what, still in tears, Evermore fhowering? Why how now, wife? Have


deliver'd to her our deciee? La.Cap. Ay, Sir, but she will none, the gives you thanks: I would the fool were married to her grave.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife, How, will the none ? doch she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud; doth she not count her blest, (Unworthy as she is,) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom?


Ful. Proud can I never be of what I hate,
But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

Cap. Thank me no thankings,
Bat tettle your fine joints againit Thurflay next,
To go with Paris to saint Peter's church :
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
La. Cap. Fy, fy, what, are you

ful. Good father, I beleech you on my knees,
Hear me with patience, but to speak a word.

C:29. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch,
I tell thee what; get thee to church a Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
Wife, we scarce thought us blet,
That God had fent us but this only child,
But now I see this one one too much,
And that we have a curse in having her:
Out on her, hilding.

Nurse. Heaven bless her:
You are to blame, my lord to rate her fo.

Cay. And why, my lady witdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence, smatter with your gollips, go.

Nurs. I speak no treason.
Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool;
Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl,
For here we need it not.

La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. Ġood wife, it makes me mad; day, night, late,

At home, ab oad; alone, in company,
Waking or sleeping ; still my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,
Of fair demeans ; youthful, and nobly allied,
Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man :
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mamaret, in her fortune's tender
To answer, I'll not wed, I cannot love,
I am too young, I pray you, pardon me.
But if you will not wed, look to't, think on’t,
I do not use to jest,

-Thursday is near.
If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend:


If you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'th' ftreets;
For by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. [Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds,
That fees into the bottom of my grief?
O sweet my mother, cast me not away,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week ;
Or if


do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tibalt lies,

La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit.

Jul O heav'n! O nurse, how shall this be prevented ? Alack, alack, that heav'n should practise stratagems Upon so soft a jubject as myself.

Nurse. Rise, faith here it is :
Romeo is banish'd ; all the world to nothing,
That he dares ne’er come back to challenge you :
Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth :
Then, since the case so stands, I think it best
You married with the Count.

Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart?

Nurse. And from my soul too,
Or else beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen, Amen.
Nurse. What?

Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much;
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make confession, and to be absolved,

Nurse. Marry I will, and this is wisely done. [Exit.

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend !
Is it more fin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais’d him with above compare,

many thousand times? go, counsellor,
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain ;
I'll to the friar to know his remedy;
If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.


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