(7) For I have need of many Orisons

To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my State,
Which, well thou know'ft, is crofs, and full of Sin..
Enter Lady Capulet

La. Cap. What, are you bufy? do you need my help?

Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow.

So please you, let me now be left alone,

And let the nurse this night fit up with you;
For, I am fure, you have your hands full all,
In this fo fudden bufinefs.

La. Cap. Good night,

Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need. [Exeunt. Jul. Farewel

again!

God knows, when we shall meet

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almoft freezes up the heat of life.

I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurfe! What fhould fhe do here?
My difmal scene I needs must act alone:
Come, phial

at all?

what if this mixture do not work

Shall I of force be married to the Count?
No, no, this fhall forbid it. Lie thou there

[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the Friar
Subtly hath miniftred, to have me dead,
Left in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath ftill been tried holy a man.

How, if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo

Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be ftifled in the vault,

To whofe foul mouth no healthsom air breathes in,

(7) For I have need, &c.] Juliet plays moft of her pranks under the appearance of religion: perhaps Shakespeare meant to punish her hypocrify.

And

And there be strangled ere my 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 feftring in his fhroud; where, as they fay,
At fome hours in the night fpirits refort.
Alas, alas! (8) is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathfom fmells,
And fhrieks, like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
Or, if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,
Invironed with all these hideous fears,
And madly play with my fore fathers' joints.
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his throud ?>
And in this rage, with fome great kinfman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my defp'rate brains?
O look! methinks, I fee my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did fpit his body
Upon a Rapier's Point. Stay, Tybalt, ftay!
Romeo, here's drink! Romeo, I drink to thee.

[She throws berfelf on the bed.

SCENE IV.

Changes to Capulet's Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse..

La. Cap. Hold, take thefe keys and fetch more fpices, nurfe.

Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the paftry Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd,

(9) The curfeu bell hath

rung, 'tis three o'clock:

(8) - It is not like that. I.] This fpeech is confufed and inconfequential, according to the diforder of Juliet's mind.

(9) The curfeu bell -] I know not that the morning bell is called the curfeu in any other place.

Look

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for coft.

Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go.

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow,
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a moufe-hunt in your time,

But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now.

[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurfe. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood.

Now fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets.

Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what.

Cap. Make hafte, make hafte. Sirrah, fetch drier

logs,

Call Peter, he will shew 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 faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight,

[Play mufick.

For fo, he said, he would. I hear him near.
Nurfe, wife, what, ho! what nurse, I fay?
Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up,

Fil go and chat with Paris. Hie, make hafte,
Make hafte, the Bride-groom he is come already.
Make hafte, I fay,

[Exeunt Capulet and Nurfe, feverally.

SCENE V.

Changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed.

Re-enter Nurfe.

what, miftrefs? Juliet

Nurfe. Miftrefs,

Faft, I warrant her.

Why,

now;

Sweet-heart

You take your pennyworths

God forgive me

How found is the asleep?

Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath fet up his Reft,
That you fhall reft but little

Marry, and amen!

I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam,
Ay, let the County take you in your bed,
He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?
What dreft, and in your cloaths

and down again !!

I muft needs wake you: Lady, lady, lady
Alas! alas! help! help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some Aqua-vita. Ho! my Lord, my Lady!
Enter Lady Capulet..

La. Cap. What noife is here?

Nurfe. O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What's the matter?
Nurfe. Look,

oh heavy day!

La Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee;

Help help! call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth. Her Lord is

come.

Nurfe. She's dead, deceas'd, fhe's dead, Alack the day!Cap. Ha! let me fee her. Out, alas! fhe's cold; Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff;

Life and thefe lips have long been separated;
Death lies on her, like an untimely froft
Upon the sweetest flow'r of all the field,
Accurfed time! unfortunate old man!
Nurse. O lamentable day!

La. Cap. O woeful time!

Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me

wail,

Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Enter

Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
O fon, the night before thy wedding day

Hath Death lain with thy wife. See, there the lies,
Flow'r as the was, deflowered now by him.
Death is my fon-in-law.

Par. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this!

La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Moft miferable hour, that Time e'er faw

In lafting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and folace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight.

Nurse. (1) O woe! oh woful, woful, woful day! Moft lamentable day! moft woful day!

That ever, ever, I did yet behold.

Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day!
Never was feen fo black a day as this.

Oh woful day, oh woful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spighted, flain, Moft deteftable Death, by thee beguil'd,

By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown:

O Love, O Life, not Life, but Love in Death!
Cap. Defpis'd, diftreffed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd,
Uncomfortable Time! why cam'ft thou now
To murder, murder our Solemnity?

Child!

O Child! O Child! My Soul, and not my
Dead art thou! dead; alack! my Child is dead;
And, with my Child, my Joys are buried.

Fri. (2) Peace, ho, for Shame! Confufion's Cure

lives not

In

(1) O woe! ob waful, &c.] This fpeech of exclamations is not in the edition above cited. Several other parts, unneceffary or tautology, are not to be found in the faid edition; which occafions the variation in this from the common books.

(2) In former editions,

Peace, bo, for fhame, confufions: Care lives not

POPE.

In thefe confufions: This fpeech, though it contains good Chri