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Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? And then to have a wretched puling fool, Ever more showering; in one little body,

A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind :

To answer-I'll not wed,- I cannot love, For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, I am too young,-I pray you, pardon me;Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Graze where you will, you shall not house with me Who,–raging with thy tears, and they with them,- Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Without a sudden calin, will overset

Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise : Thy tempest-tossed body:-How now, wife? An you be mine, i'll give you to my friend; Have you deliver'd to her our decree!

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, Lu. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, you thanks.

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: I would, the fool were married to her grave! Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Eril. Cap. Sott, take me with you, take me with you, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, wite.

That sees into the bottom of my grief? How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Is she not proud ? doth she not count her bless'd, Delay this marriage, for a month, a week: Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought

Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a have:

word: Proud can I never be of what I hate;

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. (Eril. But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Jul. () God!-0 nurse! how shall this be preCap. How now! how now, chop-logic! What

vented ? is this?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Proud,-and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not;- How shall that faith return again to earth, And yet not proud ;--Mistress minion, you, Unless that husband send it me from heaven Thank me no thankinys, nor proud me no prouds, By leaving earth ?--Comfort me, counsel me.But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems To go with Paris to St. Peter's church,

Upon so soft a subject as myseli!-
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

What say'st thou ? hast thou not a word of joy?
Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! Some comfort, nurse.
You tallow-face!


Faith, here 'tis: Romeo La. Cap.

Fye, fye, what, are you mad? Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;
Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.
Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

I think it best you married with the county.
I tell thee what,-get thee to church o' Thursday, o, he's a lovely gentleman!
Or never after look me in the face:

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,
Speak not, reply not, do not answer me:

Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye, My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, bless'd,

I think you are happy in this second match, That God had sent us but this only child:

For it excels your first: or if it did not, But now I see this one is one too much,

Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, And that we have a curse in having her:

As living here and you no use of him.
Out on her, hilding !"

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?
God in heaven bless her!- Nurse.

From my soul too, You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Or else beshrew them both. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your


Amen! tongue,


To what! Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Nurse. I speak no treason.

much. Cap.

O, God ye good-den? Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. May not one speak?

Having displeasd my father, to Laurence' cell, Cap.

Peace, you mumbling fool! To make confession, and to be absolvid. Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. For here we need it not.

Eru. La. Cap. You are too hot.

Jul. Ancient damnation ! O most wicked tiend! Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, Is it more sin-to wish me thus forswor, night, late, early,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Which she hath prais'd him with above compare Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been So many thousand times? Go, counsellor; To have her matched : and having now provided Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.A gentleman of princely parentage,

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ; Oftair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd, If all else fail, myself have power to die. Stuffd (as they say) with honorable parts,


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SCENE 1.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

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;
Uneven 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,

• Base woman.

To stop the inundation of her tears,
Which, 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

( Aside Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

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

Jul. What must be shall be.

That's a certain 'ert


Par. Come you to make contession to this tather? Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Par. Do not deny to bim, that you love me. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comp
Jul. I will contess to you, that I love him. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead
Pur. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. Then. (as the manner of our country is,)
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,

In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
For it was bad enough before their spite.

Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift: Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with And hither shall he come; and he and I that report.

Will watch thy waking, and that very night Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

And this shall free thee from this present shame; Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. If no inconstant toy, nor womanish tear, Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- Abate thy valor in the acting it. Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

Jul. Give me, o give me! tell me not of fear. Or shall I coine to you at evening mass?

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !

help afford. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Farewell, dear father.

(Exeunt. Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.

Exit PARIS. SCENE II.-4 Room in Capulet's House. Jul.0, shut the door! and when thou hast done so,

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help!

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy griet';
It strains me past the compass of my wits;

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it,

[Erit Servant. On Thursday next, be married to this county.

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Jul. Tell ine not, friar, that thou hear'st oi this,

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:

if they can lick their fingers. If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,

Cap. How canst thou try them so? Do thou but call my resolution wise,

2 Serr. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot And with this knite l'll help it presently.

lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;

his fingers, goes not with me. And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo scald,

Cap. Go, begone

(Exil Servants. Shall be the label to another deed,

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? Turn to another, this shall slay them both:

Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her Give me some present counsel; or, behold,

A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Enter JULIET. Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that

Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with Which the commission of thy years and art

merry look. Could to no issue of true honor bring.

Cap. How now, my headstrong ? where have you Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

been gadding? If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Of disobedient opposition Which craves as desperate an execution

To you, and your behests;7 and am enjoin'd As that is desperate which we would prevent.

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, II, rather than to marry county Paris,

And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Henceforwarı I am ever ruled by you. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. Send for the county: go tell him of this; A thing like death to chide away this shame, I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And, if thou dar`st, I'll give thee remedy.

And gave him what becomeds love I might, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. From off the battlements of yonder tower;

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,-stand Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears, | This is as't should be. Let me see the county: Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, 0'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Now, atore God, this reverend holy triar,

Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls; All our whole city is much bound to him. Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closel, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;

To help me sort such needful ornaments Things that, to hear them told, have made me

As you think tit to furnish me to morrow? tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt,

La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time

enough. To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

to-morrow. (Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;

La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

'Tis now near night. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:


Tush! I will stir about, Take thou this phial, being then in bed,

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife And this distilled liquor drink thou off:

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; When, presently, through all thy veins shall run

I'll not to bed to-night ;-let me alone; A cold and drowsy humor, which shall seize

I'll play the housewife, for this once.-What, ho! Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep

They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself His natural progress, but surcease to beat:

To county Paris, to prepare him up No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;

Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. (o paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

[Ereunt. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

SCENE III.- Juliet's Chamber.
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death:

Enter Juliet and Nurse. And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Jul. Ay, those attires are best :- But, gentle • Decide the struggle between me and my distresses.

nurse, • Authority or power.


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I pray thee, reave me to myself to-night;

Cap. No, not a whit: What! I have watch'd ere For I have pred ot' many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Wl.ich, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in Enter LADY CAPULET.

your time;

But I will watch you from such watching row. La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need

(Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. help?

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! -- Now, Jul. No, madam; we have cullid such neces


What's there?
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,

Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. And let the nurse this night sit up with you; 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

what. In this so sudden business.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exu I Sers.;La. Cap. Good-night!

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

(Exeunt L'ADY CAPULET and Nurse. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs Jul. Farewell!-God knows when we shall meet And never trouble Peter for the matter. Ent. again.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said: A merry whoreson ! I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,

ha, That almost freezes up the heat of life:

Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day: I'll call them back again to comfort me;

The county will be here with music straight, Nurse!-What should she do here?

(Music uihin. My dismal scene I needs must act alone.

For so he said he would. I hear him near:-Comne, phial.

Nurse !-Wite !-what, ho !-what, nurse, I say! What if this mixture do not work at all?

Enter Nurse.
Must I of force be married to the county ?-
No, no;—This shall forbid it:-lie thou there.-

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; Laying down a Dagger. Ill go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, What if it be a poison, which the friar

Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Make haste, I say.

Exeunt. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor'd Because he married me before to Romeo?

SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber ; Juliet on the Bed I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not;

Enter Nurse.
For he hath still been tried a holy man:
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-

Nurse. Mistress what, mistress - Juliet!-fast, How, it, when I am laid into the tomb,

I warrant her, she:I wake before the time that Romeo

Why, lamb! - why, lady! - fye, you slug-a. Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

bed! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

Why, love, I say!-madam!-sweetheart!-why, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, What, not a word ?—you take your pennyworths

bride! And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Or, if I live, is it not very like,

now; The horrible conceit of death and night,

Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warrant, Together with the terror of the place,

The county Paris hath set up his rest, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones

(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, madam! Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,

Ay, let the county take you in your bed; Lies festring in his shroud ; where, as they say,

He'll fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be! At some hours in the night, spirits resort;

What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

I inust needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!So early waking,-what with loathsome smells,

Alas! alas!-Help! 'help! my lady's dead! And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,

O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;.

Some aqua vitæ, ho!-my lord, my lady!0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?

La. Cap. What noise is here !

Nurse. And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?

O lamentable day! And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,

La. Cap. What is the matter? As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?


Look, look! O heavy day! 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost

La. Cap. O me, 0 me!--my child, my only life Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!

Help, help!-call help. Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

Enter CAPULET. (She throws herself on the Bed.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord in SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall.

Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

the day!

La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's deada La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

she's dead. spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates, and quinces in the Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff:

Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold. pastry 3

Life and these lips have long been separated: Enter CAPULET.

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. crow'd,

Accursed time! unfortunate old man!
The curfeu-bell hath rung, tis three o'clock: Nurse. O lamentable day!
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:

. Сар.

O woeful time! Spare not for cost.

Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

me wail, Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. For this night's watching. · Prayers.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musi

cians. · The fabulous accounts of the plant called mandrale give it a degree of animal life, and say that, when it is

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? torn from the ground, it groads, which is fatal to him Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: that pulls it up.

O son, the night before thy wedding-day 9 Distract:d.

* The room where pies were made. Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she lim


Front's assade was, weiluwered by him.

| Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Death is my sos-in-law, death is my heir;

gone. My daughter he hath wedded! I will die.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. Pur. Have I thought long to see this morning's

(Exit Nurse face,

1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be And doth it give me such a sight as this?

La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful

Enter PETER.
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage!

Pet. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart's

ease But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, heart's ease; 0, an you'll have me live, playBut one thing to rejoice and solace in,

heart's ease. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease?

Nurse. O woe! 0 woeful, woeful, woeful day! Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays Most lamentable day! most woeful day,

- My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

dump,' to comfort me. O day! ( day! O day! O hateful day!

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play Never was seen so black a day as this:

now. O woeful day, () woeful day!

Pet. You will not, then ?
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Mus. No.
Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown-

i Mus. What will you give us? O love! O lite !not lite, but love in death!

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek:5 I Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! will give you the minstrel. Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now

1 Mus. Then will I give you the servingTo mu ler, murder solemnity?

creature. O child ! ( child!--my soul, and not my child! Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger Dead art thou, dead!--alack! my child is dead;

on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, And, with my child, my joys are buried !

I'll fu you ; Do you note me? Fri. Peace, ho, tor shame! confusion's cure lives

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. not

1 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

out your wit. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dryAnd all the better is it for the maid:

beat you with an iron wit, and put up iny iron Your part in her you could not keep from death; dagger :- Answer me like men: But heaven keeps his part in eternal lite. The most you sought was-her promotion;

When griping grief the heart doth wound, For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanced: And doleful dumps the minil oppress, And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced

Then music, with her silver sound; Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

Why, silver sound? why, music with her suirer 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

sound? That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

What say you, Simon Catling?
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet

sound. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians In all her best array bear her to church :

sound for silver. For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Sound

post? Cap. All things that we ordained festival,

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I

will say for you. It is-music with her silver Our wedding-cheer, to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;

sound, because such fellows as you have seldom Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,

gold for sounding :And all things change then to the contrary:

Then music with her silver sound, Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;

With speedy help doth lend redress. And go, sir Paris;--every one prepare

[Exit, singing To follow this fair corse unto her grave; The heavens do lower upon you for some ill ;

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here: (Exeunt Capulet, LADY CAPULET, Paris, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. and Friar.



SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street.

How doth my lady? is my father well ?

How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
Enter ROMEO.

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;

And her immortal part with angels lives; And all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. And presently took post to tell it you: I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; O pardon me for bringing these ill news, (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to Since you did leave it for my o!lice, sir. think)

Rom. Is it even so ? then, I defy you, stars!And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

paper, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd

And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Enter BALTHAZAR.

Your looks are pale and wild, and do irnport

Some misadventure. Ners from Verona !-How now, Balthazar?

Dumps were heavy, mournful tunes. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ? • To gleek is to scoff, and a gloekman signified a minstrel

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Tush, thou art deceiv'd : John. I could not send it.--here it is again, Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, Bat thou uo letters to me from the triar ?

So fearful were they of infection. Bul. No, my good lord.

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhou Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. Of dear import; and the neglecting it

[Exit BALTHAZAR. May do much danger: Friar John, go hence;', Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Let's see for means :-(, mischief, thou art swift

Unto my cell.
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
I do remember an apothecary:-
And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,

Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;. Cullug of simples; meagre were his looks,

She will beshrew me much that Romeo Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

Hath had no notice of these accidents: 7.nd in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

But I will write again to Mantua, An alligator stutt'd, and other skirs

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; 01'ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

Poor living corse, cios'd in a dead man's tomb! A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Erit. Green earihen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,

SCENE III.-A Churchyard; in it, a Monument Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

belimging to the Capulets. Noting this penury, to myself I said

Enter Paris and his Page, bearing Flowers and Anita man did need a poison now,

a Torch. Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitilf wreich would sell it him.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;

aloof;--And this same needy man must sell it me.

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. As I remember, this should be the house :

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; What, ho! apothecary !

So shall no tiot upon the churchyard tread,

(Being loose, untirm, with digging up of graves,) Enter Apothecary.

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
Who calls so loud?

As signal that thou hear'st something approach.

Give me those tlowers. Du as I bid thee, go. Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

Retires. A dram of poison: such soon-speeding geers As will disperse itself through all the veins,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy

bridal bed: That the lite-weary taker may fall dead; And that the trunk may be discharged of breath

Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Is violently, as hasty powder fired

The perfect model of eternity; both hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's Accept this latest favor at my hands; law

That living honor'd thee, and, being dead, Is death, to any he that utters them.

With funeral praises do adoru thy tomb! Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,

[The Boy whistles. And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

The boy gives warning, something doth approach. Seed and oppression starveth in thine eyes,

What cursed foot wanders this way to-nghi, U pon thy back hangs rayged misery,

To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. The world allords no law to make thee rich;

Retires. Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Enter ROMEO and BALTHAZAR, with a TUTCA, dp. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Mattock, $C. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,

iron. And drink it oft'; and, if you had the strength

Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Oftwenty men, it would despatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Give me the light: Upon thy life, I charge thee,

See thou deliver it to my lord and faiter. souls,

Whate'er thou hear'si or seest, stand all aloof, Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

And do not interrupt me in my course. Than these poor compounds that thou may’st not why I descend into this bed of death,

sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Is, partly, to behold my lady's face,

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Farewell ; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

A precious ring; a ring that I must use Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

In dear employment: therefore hence, begone: To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry (Exeunt. In what I further shall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs Enter FRIAR JOHN.

The time and my intents are savage-wild;

More fierce, and more inexorable far,
John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Enter Friar LAURENCE.

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar

thou that: John.

Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellar Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; 01, it his mind be writ, give me his letter.

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Rolires. Juhn. Going to find a barefoot brother out,

Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb or death, One of our order to associate me,

Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Here in this city visiting the sick,

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. And finding him, the searchers of the town,

(Breaking open the Door of the Monument. Suspecting that we both were in a house

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more foi! Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; That murder'd my love's cousin;-with which griet, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. It is supposed, the fair creature died, Lau, Who bare my letter then to Romneo ?

ri.e. On a trivial or Idle subject. • Stuff

. ie. A matter of importance.

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