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Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And this distilléd liquor drink thou off: And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; When presently through all thy veins shall run (Things that, to hear them told, have made me A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize tremble ;)
Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep And I will do it without fear or doubt,
His natural progress, but surcease to beat : To live an unstained wife to my sweet love. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st :
Fri. Hold, then: go home, be merry, give consent The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow : To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows 1 To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Like death when he shuts up the day of life; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : Each part, deprived of supple government, Take thou this phial, being then in bed, | Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; In thy best robes, uncovered on the bier,
And gave him what becoméd love I might, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well;— In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
stand up : Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; This is as 't should be. Let me see the County; And hither shall he come; and he and I Ay marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.Will watch thy waking, and that very night | Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
All our whole city is much bound to him. And this shall free thee from this present shame; Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
To help me sort such needful ornaments Abate thy valour in the acting it.
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Jul. Give me, give me ! O tell me not of fear. | Lady C. No, not till Thursday: there is time Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we 'll to church In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
to-morrow. (Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Lady C. We shall be short in our provision : Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength 'T is now near night. shall help afford.
Cap. Tush! I will stir about, Farewell, dear father!
[Exeunt. And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her:
I'll play the housewife for this once.- What, ho!Scene II.-A Room in Capulet's House. They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
To County Paris, to prepare him up Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and
Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Servants.
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exeunt. [Exit 1st Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2nd Sero. You shall have none ill, sir; for I 'll
Scene III.—Juliet's Chamber. try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so ?
Enter Juliet and Nurse. 2nd Serv. Marry, sir, 't is an ill cook that can Jul. Ay, those attires are best.-But, gentle nurse, not lick his own fingers : therefore he that cannot | I pray thee leave me to myself to-night; lick his fingers goes not with me.
For I have need of many orisons Cap. Go, begone.- [Exit 2nd Servant. To move the heavens to smile upon my state, We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
Which well thou know'st is cross and full of sin. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence ? Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Enter Lady Capulet. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good | Lady C. What, are you busy? Need you any on her:
help? A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.
Jul. No, madam: we have culled such neces
saries Enter Juliet.
As are behovéd for our state to-morrow. Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with So please you, let me now be left alone, merry look.
And let the nurse this night sit up with you; Cap. How now, my headstrong, where have For I am sure you have your hands full all, you been gadding?
In this so sudden business.
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. To you and your behests; and am enjoined
[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
Jul. Farewell!- God knows when we shall Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the meet again.
pastry. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir ! the second cock
hath crowed, Nurse!—What should she do here?
The curfew-bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica :
Spare not for cost.
Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, No, no: this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.
Get you to bed : 'faith, you 'll be sick to-morrow, [Laying down a dagger.
For this night's watching. What if it be a poison, which the Friar
Cap. No, not a whit. What! I have watched
ere now Subtly hath ministered to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured,
d. | All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Because he married me before to Romeo?
Lady C. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in I fear it is : and yet methinks it should not,
your time; For he hath still been tried a holy man.
But I will watch you from such watching now. I will not entertain so bad a thought.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now, I wake before the time that Romeo
fellow, Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
What's there? Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathesin,
1st Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
not what. Or if I live, is it not very like The horrible conceit of death and night,
Cap. Make haste, make haste [Exit 1st Servant].
-Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Together with the terror of the place,
Call Peter; he will shew thee where they are. As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
2nd Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
logs, Of all my buried ancestors are packed : Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.
Cap. 'Mass, and well said. A merry whoreLies festering in his shroud : where, as they say,
son! ha, At some hours in the night, spirits resort :
Thou shalt be loggerhead.--Good faith, 't is day: Alack, alack! is it not like that I,
The County will be here with music straight, So early waking,—what with loathsome smells,
[Music within. And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
For so he said he would. I hear him near.That living mortals, hearing them, run mad :
Nurse!— Wife!—what, ho!-what, nurse, I say! O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environéd with all these hideous fears ;
Enter Nurse. And madly play with my forefathers' joints;
Go, waken Juliet; go, and trim her up: And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud;
shroud; I'll go and chat with Paris.-Hie; make haste, And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already. As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
Make haste, I say !
[Exeunt. 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point !-Stay, Tybalt, stay !Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
Scene V.--Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the bed. [She throws herself upon the bed.
fast, I warrant her, she.-
Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweetheart! why, bride! Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
What, not a word !--you take your pennyworths Lady C. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more
now : spices, nurse.
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest
But one thing to rejoice and solace in, That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me, | And cruel death hath catched it from my sight. (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! I needs must wake her.—Madam, madam, madam! | Most lamentable day! most woful day, Ay, let the County take you in your bed;
That ever, ever I did yet behold! He'll fright you up, i' faith.– Will it not be? O day, O day, 0 day! O hateful day! What, drest, and in your clothes! and down again! Never was seen so black a day as this : I must needs wake you :-Lady, lady, lady! 0 woful day, O woful day! Alas, alas !—Help, help! my lady 's dead ! Par. Beguiled, divorcéd, wrongéd, spited, slain! 0, well-a-day, that ever I was born !
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled, Some aqua-vita, ho!—My lord ! my lady! By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown !-
O love! O life !—not life, but love in death! Enter Lady CAPULET.
Cap. Despised, distresséd, hated, martyred, Lady C. What noise is here?
killed !Nurse. O lamentable day!
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now Lady C. What is the matter?
To murder, murder, our solemnity?Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!
O child, O child !--my soul, and not my child! Lady C. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Dead art thou !-alack! my child is dead : Revive, look up, or I will die with thee !-
And, with my child, my joys are buried. Help, help!-call help.
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure Enter Capulet.
lives not Cap. For shame; bring Juliet forth : her lord
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself is come.
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all;
And all the better is it for the maid : Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she 's dead; alack the day!
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But Heaven keeps His part in eternal life. Lady C. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
The most you sought was her promotion; Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold;
For 't was your heaven she should be advanced :
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
0, in this love you love your child so ill, Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
That you run mad seeing that she is well : Accurséd time! unfortunate old man!
She's not well married that lives married long;
But she's best married that dies married young. Nurse. O lamentable day! Lady C. O woful time!
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, Cap. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make
In all her best array bear her to church : me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Cap. All things, that we ordainéd festival, Musicians. ,
Turn from their office to black funeral : Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Our instruments to melancholy bells ;
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return. Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; O son, the night before thy wedding-day Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Hath death lain with thy bride :-there she lies, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, Flower as she was, defloweréd by him.
And all things change them to the contrary. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ;
Fri. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, And go, sir Paris : every one prepare And leave him all : life leaving, all is death's. To follow this fair corse unto her grave. Par. Have I thought long to see this morn
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill: ing's face,
Move them no more, by crossing their high will. And doth it give me such a sight as this?
[Exeunt Capulet, LADY CAPULET, Paris, Lady C. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hate
and Friar. ful day!
1st Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
be gone. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!-
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, For well you know this is a pitiful case. [Exit. 1st Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my amended.
iron dagger. Answer me like men :Enter Peter.
“When griping grief the heart doth wound, Pet. Musicians, O musicians, “ Heart's-ease, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, heart's-ease.” 0, an you will have me live, play Then music, with her silver sound,"“Heart's-ease."
Why “silver sound?" why, “ music, with her 1st Mus. Why “Heart's-ease ?”
silver sound?” Pet, 0, musicians, because my heart itself What say you, Simon Catling? plays “My heart is full of woe.” O, play me 1st Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet some merry dump to comfort me.
sound. 2nd Mus. Not a dumpwe: 'tis no time to play now. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Pet. You will not, then?
2nd Mus. I say "silver sound," because musiMus. No.
cians sound for silver. Pet. I will, then, give it you soundly.
Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound1st Mus. What will you give us ?
post? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek : | 3rd Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. I will give you the minstrel.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: 1st Mus. Then will I give you the serving- | I will say for you. It is “music, with her silver creature.
sound," because such fellows as you have seldom Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's | gold for sounding :dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : “ Then music, with her silver sound, I'll re you, I'll fa you: do you note me?
With speedy help doth lend redress." 1st Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us.
[Exit singing. 2nd Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and 1st Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! put out your wit.
2nd Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in Pet. Then have at you with my wit : I will here: tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.
Scene I.-Mantua. A Street.
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars !