La. Cap. You are too hot. Cap. It makes me mad: day, night, hour, tide, work, play, Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been, Of fair demefns, youthful, and nobly-allied, ; La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not fpeak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-0 Nurfe, how fhall this be pre vented? My Hufband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n; Alack, Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise stratagems What fay'st thou? haft thou not a word of Joy? Nurse. Faith, here it is: Romeo is banilh'd; all the world to nothing, Then fince the cafe fo ftands, as now it doth. 6 Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam, Nurfe. And from my Soul too, Or else befhrew them both. ful. Amen. Nurse. What? Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell iny lady I am gone, Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done. [Exit: ful. Ancient Damnation ! O most wicked Fiend! Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworn, $6 -Jo keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, fo green. 7 As living here,] Sir T. Han mer reads, as living hence; that is at a distance, in banishment, but here may fignify, in this world. Or Or to difpraise my Lord with that fame tongue [Exit. A CT IV. SCENE I. 8 The MONASTERY. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris. FRIAR. N Thurfday, Sir? The time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so, And I am nothing flow to flack his hafte. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is this courfe, I like it not. Par. Immoderately fhe weeps for Tybalt's death, Now do you know the reafon of this hafte? [Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell. 8 And I am, &c.] His hafte fball not be abated by my flowness. It might be read, And I am nothing flow to back his halle. That is, I am diligent to abet and enforce his hafte. Enter Enter Juliet. 9 Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jal. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, muft be, Love, on Thursday next. Jul. What must be, shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. To answer that, I fhould confefs to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confefs to you, that I love him. Par. So will ye, I am fure, that you love me. Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price Being fpoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that: For it was bad enough before their spight. Par. Thou wrong'ft it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no flander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I fpeak, I fpeak it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hath flander'd it. Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to you at evening mass? Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My Lord, I must intreat the time alone. Par. God fhield, I should disturb devotion. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you; Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs. [Exit Paris. Jul. Go, fhut the door, and when thou haft done fo. Come weep with me, past hope, paft cure, past help. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief, Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou heard'st of this, God join'd my heart and Romeo's; thou our hands Or my true heart with treacherous revolt 2 Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'fpy a kind of hope, Which craves as defperate an execution, As that is defp'rate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou haft the strength of will to flay thyself, Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this fhame, That cop'ft with death himself, to 'fcape from it: And if thou dar'ft, I'll give the remedy. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Shall play the umpire ;] That is, this knife fhall decide the Struggle between me and my diftrefles, 2-commiffion of thy years and art] Commiffion is for au thority or power. Or |