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done so,

Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. That cop'st with death himself to'scape from it:
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thurs- And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. What must be, shall be. [day next. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
Fri. That's a certain text.

[ther: From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Par. Come you to make confession to this fa- 5 Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,
Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. O’er-cover'd quite with dead men'srattling bones,
Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, 10 Or bid me go into a new-made grave, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud, Pur. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with Things that, to hear them told, have made me tears.

tremble; Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; And I will do it without fear or doubt, For it was bad enough, before their spite. 15 To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with liri. Hold, then; go home; be merry, give

consent Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. [it. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd 20 Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.- Take thou this phial, being then in bed, Are you at leisure, holy father, now;

And this distilled liquor drink thou off : Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? When, presently, through all thy veins shall run Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize

25 Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep My lord, we must intreat the time alone. His natural progress, but surcease to beat:

Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !- No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livost; Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade "Till then, adieu ! and keep this holy kiss. To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

[Exit Paris. 30 Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

[help! Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death: Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours, It strains me past the compass of my wits: 35 And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes On Thursday next be married to this county. To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Then (as the manner of our country is) Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, 40 Thou shalt be borne to the same ancient vault, Do thou but call my resolution wise,

Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. And with this knife I'll help it presently.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, God join’d my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; And cre this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, And hither shall he come; and he and I Shall be the label to another deed,

45 Will watch thy waking, and that very night Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: And this shall free thee from this present shame; Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, If no unconstant toy’, nor womanish fear, Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, Abate thy valour in the acting it. "Twixt extremes and me this bloody knife 150 Jul. Give me, 0 give me! tell me not of fear. Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and proWhich the commission of thy years and art

sperous Could to no issue of true honour bring.

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy, 55 Jul. Love, give me strength and strength Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,

shall help afford. Which craves as desperate an execution

Farewell, dear father! As that is desperate which we would prevent.

SCENE II. If, rather than to marry county Paris,

Capulet's House Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself; 60 Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.A thing like death to chide away this shame,

hire me twenty cunning cooks. i Commission for authority or power. ? If no fickle freak, no light caprice, no change of fancy, hinder the performance.




Sirrah, go

my help?

merry look.

Sero. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. if they can lick their fingers.

Enter Lady Capulet. Cap. How canst thou try them so?

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need Sero. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot

[ries lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot 5 Jul. No, inadain ; we have cull’d such necessalick his fingers, goes not with me.

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: Cap. Go, begone'.---

[Exit Servant. so please you, let me now be left alone,
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.-- And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
What, is my daughter gone to friar Lawrence? For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
Nurse. Av, forsooth.

Lher: 10 In this so sudden business.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on La. Cap. Good night!
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
Enter Juliet.'

(Exeunt Ludy, and Nurse. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift' with Jul. Farewell!--God knows, when we shall

[been gaddling: 15 meet again. Cap.How now,my head-strong? where have you

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin That almost freezes up the heat of life: Of disobedient opposition

I'll call them back again to comfort me;-
To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd

Nurse! What should she do here?
By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, 20 My dismal scene I necds must act alone.
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! Come, phial.
Hencetorward I am ever rul’d by you.

What it this mixture do not work at all?
Cap. Send for the county; go, tell him of this; Shall I of force be married to the count?.
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.-
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell;/25

[Laying down u dugger?. And gave him what becomed love I might,

What if it be a poison, which the friar Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. [up: subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, stand Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, This is as't should be.-Let me see the county ;

Because he married me before to Romeo? Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. 301 fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, For he hath still been tried a holy man: All our whole city is much bound to him. I will not entertain so bad a thought.

Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, How if, when I am laid into the tomb, To help me sort such needful ornaments I wake before the time that Romeo As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? 35 Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday; there is time Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, [in, enough.

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?

to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet, and Nurse. Or, if I live, is it not very like La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 40 The horrible conceit of death and night, 'Tis now near night.

Together with the terror of the place, Cup. Tush! I will stir about,

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife : Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

Of all iny buried ancestors are pack’d; I'll not to bed to-night;-let me alone : [ho!-45\Vhere bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth', I'll play the housewife for this once.-- What, Lies fest'ring * ini bis shroud; where, as they say, They are all forth: Well, I will walk inyself At some hours in the night spirits resort ;To county Paris, to prepare him up

Alack, alack! is it not like, that I, Against to-morrow : iny heart is wondrous light, So early waking,—what with loathsome smells ; Since this same wayward girl is so reclain’d. 50 And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, [Exeunt Capulet, and Lady Cupulet. That living mortals, hearing them, run mad

0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught',

Environed with all these hideous fears?
Juliet's Chamber.

And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
Enter Juliet, and Nurse.

155 And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle And, in this rage, with some great kinsinan's bone, nurse,

As with a club, dash out any desperate brains ? I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; 0, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost For I have need of many orisons

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body To move the heavens to smile upon my state, loolUpon a rapier's point:--Stay, Tybalt, stay!

ii. e. from confession. ? This stage-direction has been supplied by the modern editors. The quarto, 1597, reads: Knife, lie thou there.”—It appears from several passages in our old plays, that knives were formerly part of the accoutrements of a bride. i. e. fresh in earth, newly buried. To fester is to cotrupt. · Distraught is distracted.


ere now


Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! [She throws herself on the bed. I miust needs wake her:-Madam! madam! ma

Ay, let the county take you in your bed; (dam! SCENE IV.

He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be: Capulet's Hall.

5 What,drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Enter Lady Capulet, and Nurse. I must needs wake you :-Lady! lady! lady! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more Alas! alas !--Help! help! my lady's dead!spices, nurse.

[pastry. 0, well-a-day, that ever I was born !Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-My lord !--my lady! Enter Capulet.


Enter Lady Capulet. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock La. Cap. What noise is here? hath crow'd,

Nurse. O lamentable day! The curfeu-bell bath rung, 'tis three o'clock :- La. Cap. What's the matter? Look to the bak'd muats, good Angelica :

Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! Spare not for cost.

15 La. Cap. O mé, O me!-my child, my only life! Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go,

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Help, help!-call help.
For this night's watching.

Enter Capulet.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord

is come.

[the day! All night for a less cause, and ne'er been sick. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack Lu. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in La. Cup. Alack the day! she's dead, she's your time;

dead, she's dead. But I will watch you from such watching now. Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas ! she's

[Exeunt Lady Capulet, and Nurse. 25 Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now, Life and these lips have long been separated : fellow,

Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
What's there?

Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Enter three or four, with spits,and logs,and baskets. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know 30 Nurse. O lamentable day!
not what.

[drier logs! La. Cap. () woeful time! Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

me wail, Serv. I have a heari, sir, that will find out logs, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. 35 Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris, with Musicians,

Cap.’Mass,and well said; Amerry whoreson! ha, Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Thou shalt be logger-head.—Good faith, 'tis day: Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:-
The county will be here with musick straight, O son, the night before thy wedding-day [lies,

[Musick within. Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she
For so he said he would. I hear him near :- 40 Flower as she was, deflowered now by him.
Nurse!-Wife-what, ho!-what, Nurse, I say! Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
Enter Nurse.

My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her


And leave him all: life leaving, all is death's. I'll

go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: 45 face, Make haste, I say!

[Excunt. And doth it give me such a sight as this ?

La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful

Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw
Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
Enter Nurse.

50 But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Nurse. Mistress !--what, mistress !--Juliet!- But one thing to rejoice and solace in, fast, I warrant her:

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Why, lamb!—why,lady!—fie, you slug a-bed! Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Why, love, I say! -madam! sweet-heart!- Most lamentable day! most woeful day, why, bride!

55 That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
What, not a word?- -you take your penny- O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
worths now;

Never was seen so black a day as this :
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, O woeful day, O woeful day!
The county Paris hath set up his rest',

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,60 Most detestable death, by thee beguild,


? This expression, which is frequently employed by the old dramatic writers, Mr. Steevens says, is taken from the manner of firing the harquebuss: This was so heavy a gun, that the soldiers were obliged to carry a supporter called a rest, which they fixed in the ground before they levelled to take aim.

By By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

Enter Peter. O love! O life! not life, but love in death! Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd,kill'd!-

heart's ease; Unconfortable time! why cam’st thou now O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. To murder murder our solemnity?

Mus. Why heart's ease ? O child! O child !---my soul, and not my child !--- Pet.O, musicians, because my heart itself plays-Dead art thou !

alack! my child is dead; 1ły heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry And, with my child, my joys are buried ! dump, to comfort me.

[now. Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure Mus. Not a dump,' we; 'tis no time to play lives not

10 Pet. You will not then? In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

Mus. No.
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
And all the better is it for the maid:

Mus. What wiil you give us?
Your part in her you could not keep from death; Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek ?:
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. 15 I will give you the minstrel.
The most you sought was --her promotion;

Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc’d: Pet. Then will I lay the serving-oreature's dagAnd weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'ıl, ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: l'Il. Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? fre you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill, 12 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and She's not well married, that lives marry'd long; put out your wit. But she's best marry'd, that dies marry'd young. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, 25 iron dagger:

-Ans:ver ine like men: In all her best array bear her to church:

When griping grief the heart doth tround, For though fond nature bids us all lament,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Then musick, with her silver sound, [sound? Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Why silver sound? why musick wiih her silver Turn from their office to black funeral:

30 What say you, Simon Catling'? [sound. Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Our wedding cheer, to a sad búrial feast;

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Ilugh Rebeck *? Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians Our bridal flowers serve for a bury'd corse,

sound for silver. And all things change them to the contrary, Pet. Pretty too!–What say you, James Sound

Fri. Sir, go you in,--and, madam, go with him;-- post? And go, sir Paris ; every one prepare

3 Muz. 'Faith, I know not what to say. To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill; will


you. It is-musick with her silver Move them no more, by crossing their high will. 40 sound, because such fellows as you have no gold (Ereunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Freur. for sounding: Mus. 'Faith we may put up our pipes, and be Then musick with her silver sound, gone.

With spiedy help doth lend redress. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;

[Erit, singing. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same:

[Exit Nurse. 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; Alus.Ay, by mytroth,the case may be amended. tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Excurit.




My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne;

And; all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
A Street.

135 Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.' Enter Romeo.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Rom. IF I may trust the flattering truth of (Strange dream! thatgivesadeadmanleavetothink) sleep,

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

· A dump anciently signified some kind of dance, as well as sorrow : On this occasion it means a mournful

song. To gleek is to scoif. 3 A cutling was a small lutestring made of catgut. * The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, inentioned by several of the old writers, Rebec, rebecquin. The sense is, If I may only trust ihe honesty of sleep, which I know however not to be so nice as not often to practise flattery.—The oldest copy reads--the plattering eye of sleep: 3 S


Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest,

Is death, to any he that utters them. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, Enter Balthasar.

And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar ? Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? 5 Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, How doth my lady? Is my father well?

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;

The world affords no law to make thee rich; For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Apo. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument, 10 Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. And her immortal part with angels lives;

Apo. Put this in any liquid thing you will, I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

And drink it off; and, if you had the strength And presently took post to tell it you:

Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. O pardon nie for bringing these ill news,

Rom. 'I'here is thy gold; worse poison to men's Since you did leave it for my office, sir.


souls, Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! Doing 'more murders in this loathsome world, Thou know'st my lodging: get ine ink and paper, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not And hire post-horses; I will

hence to-night. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. (seil: Balth. Pardon me, sir, I dare not leave you thus: Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import 20 Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Some misadventure.

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

[Exeunt. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do :

SCENE II. Hast thou no letters to me from the frias?

Friar Lawrence's Cell. Balth. No, my good lord.


Enter Friar John. Rom. No natter; get thee gone,

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

Enter Friar Larrence. [Exit Bulthasar. Law. This sameshould be the voice offriar John.Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Let's see for means:-0, mischief! thou art swift 30 Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter, To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, I do remember an apothecary,.

One of our order, to associate me,
And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted Here in this city visiting the sick,
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, And finding hin, the searchers of the town,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, 35 Suspecting

that we both were in a house Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : Where the infectious pestilence did reign, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; An alligator stuit'd, and other skins

So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd: Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

Law. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? A beggarly account of empty boxes,

401 John. I could not send it,-here it is again, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, So fearful were they of infection. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Law. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, Noting this penury, to myself I said

The letter was not nice', but full of charge An if a man did need a poison now,

45 Of dear import; and the neglecting it Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Unto my cell. And this same needy man must sell it me.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Euit. As I remember, this should be the house : 50 Luro. Now must I to the monument alone; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

Within these three hours will fair Juliet uake; Whai, ho! apothecary!

She wilt beshrew me much, that Romeo
Enter Apothecary.

Hath had no notice of these accidents:
Apo. Who calls so loud?

[poor; But I will write again to Mantua, Rom. Come hither, man.— I see, that thou ari 55 And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

Poor living corse, clos’d in a deacl man's tomb! A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer

[Euit. As will disperse itself through all the veins,

SCENE III. That the life-weary taker may fall dead; A Church-yard; in it, a Monument belonging to And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath 160

the Capulets. As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

Enter Paris, and his Page with a torch. Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. [law Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's

stand aloof;

? i.e. was not written on a trivial or foolish subject.


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