Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. The MONASTERY. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris, FRIAR. N Thurfday, Sir? The time is very fhort. Par. My father Capulet will have it fo, And I am nothing flow to flack his haste. 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, And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus fmiles not in a house of tears. Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she should give her forrow fo much fway; And, in his wifdom, haftes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by fociety. Now do you know the reafon of this hafte? Fri. I would, I knew not why it fhould be flow'd. [Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell. 8 And I am, &c.] His hafte Shall not be abated by my flowness. It might be read, And I am nothing flow to back bis bafe. That is, I am diligent to abet and enforce his hafte. Enter Enter Juliet. 9 Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jul. 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 anfwer 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 spoke 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 speak, I fpeak it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hath slander'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 leisure 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, paft hope, paft cure, past help. 9 my lady and my wife!] As these four first lines feem intend. ed to rhyme, perhaps the au thour wrote thus, life! Fri. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It strains me paft the Compass of my Wits. I hear, you muft, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou heard'ft of this, If in thy wisdom thou canft give no help, 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, A thing like death to chide away this fhame, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Shall play the umpire ;] That is, this knife fhall decide the ftruggle between me and my diftreffes. 2-commiffion of thy years and art] Commiffion is for authority or power. H Or s Or chain me to fome fteepy mountain's top, O'er-cover'd quite with dead mens' rattling bones, And hide me with a dead man in his fhroud; And I will do it without fear or doubt, Fri. Hold, then, go home, be merry, give confent Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes Jul. Give me, oh give me. Tell me not of fear. [Taking the phial. Fri. Hold, get you gone. Be ftrong and profperous In this Refolve; I'll fend a Friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy Lord. Jul. Love, give me ftrength, and ftrength fhall help afford. Farewel, dear father!- SCENE [Exeunt, II. Changes to Capulet's Houfe. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and two or three Servants. Cap. So many guests invite, as here are writ; Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Serv. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. and be and I Will watch thy waking. 5 If no unconftant toy,] If no fickle freak, no light caprice, Thefe words are not in the no change of fency, hinder the folio. performance. Cap. |