Of my child's love: I think, fhe will be rul'd Acquaint her here with my fon Paris' love, Par. Monday, my lord. [foon, Cap. Monday? Ha ha! well, Wednesday is too Will you be ready? Do you like this Hafte? For, hark you, Tybalt being flain fo late, Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends, morrow. to Cap. Well, get you gone on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [To lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewel, my lord-light to my chamber, hoa! 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good-night. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Juliet's Chamber looking to the Garden. Enter Rome and Juliet, above at a window; and a ladder Jul. WILT of ropes fet. ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark, I 2 Nightly Nightly fhe fings on yon pomgranate tree: Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, I'll fay, yon gray is not the morning's eye, Jul. It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away: Some fay, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; O now I would they had chang`d voices too!] The Toad having very fine eyes, and the Lark very ugly ones, was the Occasion of a common Saying among the People, that' the Toad and Lark had changed Eyes. To this the Speaker alludes. How natural was it for her after this to add, Some fay the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Warb. Enter Enter Nurfe. Nurfe. Madam, Jul. Nurfe? Nurfe. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke, be wary, look about. [Exit Nurfe. Jul. Then, Window, let Day in, and let Life out. Rom. Farewel, farewel; one Kifs, and I'll defcend. [Romeo defcends. Jul. Art thou gone fo? love! lord! ah husband! friend ! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, O, by this count I fhall be much in years, Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O God! I have an ill divining foul. Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye fo do you: Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Jul. SCENE Adieu, adieu. [Exit Romeo. VIII. Fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle; If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith? be fickle, fortune: For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But fend him back. Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up? I 3 Jul Jul. Who is't, that calls? is it my lady mother? What unaccuftom'd caufe procures her hither? La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap, Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wafh him from his Grave with tears? An' if thou could'ft, thou could'ft not make him live; Therefore, have done. Some Grief fhews much of Love; But much of Grief fhews ftill fome want of Wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. So fhall you feel the Lofs, but not the Friend Which you do weep for. Jul. Feeltag fo the Lofs, I cannot chufe but ever weep the Friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not so much for his death. As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. La. Cap. That fame villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles afunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my Heart: And, yet, No Man like He doth grieve my Heart. La. Cap. That is, because the Traitor lives. Jul. I, Madam, from the Reach of thefe my hands: 'Would, None but I might venge my Coufin's Death! La. Cap. We will have Vengeance for it, fear Thou not: Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Where That fame banish'd Runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd Dram, That he fhall foon keep Tybalt Company. And then, I hope, thou wilt be fatisfied. Jul. Indeed, I never fhall be fatisfied With Romeo, till I behold him dead Is my poor heart fo for a Kinfman vext. That Romeo fhould upon receipt thereof Soon fleep in Quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd.-and cannot come to himTo wreak the Love I bore my flaughter'd Coufin, Upon his body that hath flaughter'd him. La. Cap. Find thou the Means, and I'll find fuch a Man. But now I'll tell thee joyful Tidings, Girl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child: One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this? morn, The gallant, young and noble Gentleman, It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And fee, how he will take it at your at your hands. Enter Capulet, and Nurfe. Cap. When the Sun fets, the Air doth drizzle Dew; |