Scene V.

Capulet.Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckilyThat we have had no time to move our daughter.Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,And so did I.—Well, we were born to die.—'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night;I promise you, but for your company,I would have been a-bed an hour ago.Paris.These times of woe afford no time to woo.—Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.10Lady Capulet.I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;To-night she'smew'd upto her heaviness.Capulet.Sir Paris, I will make adesperatetenderOf my child's love. I think she will be rul'dIn all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.—Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love,And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—But, soft! what day is this?Paris.Monday, my lord.Capulet.Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon.20O' Thursday let it be; o' Thursday, tell her,She shall be married to this noble earl.Will you be ready? do you like this haste?We'llkeep no great ado,—a friend or two;For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,It may be thought weheld him carelessly,Being our kinsman, if we revel much.Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?Paris.My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.30Capulet.Well, get you gone; o' Thursday be it then.—Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,Prepare her, wife,againstthis wedding-day.—Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!Afore me, it is so very late, that weMay call it earlyby and by.—Good night.[Exeunt.

Capulet.Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily

That we have had no time to move our daughter.

Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly,

And so did I.—Well, we were born to die.—

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night;

I promise you, but for your company,

I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Paris.These times of woe afford no time to woo.—Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.

Paris.These times of woe afford no time to woo.—

Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter.

10Lady Capulet.I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;To-night she'smew'd upto her heaviness.

Lady Capulet.I will, and know her mind early to-morrow;

To-night she'smew'd upto her heaviness.

Capulet.Sir Paris, I will make adesperatetenderOf my child's love. I think she will be rul'dIn all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.—Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love,And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—But, soft! what day is this?

Capulet.Sir Paris, I will make adesperatetender

Of my child's love. I think she will be rul'd

In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.—

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;

Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love,

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next—

But, soft! what day is this?

Paris.Monday, my lord.

Capulet.Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon.20O' Thursday let it be; o' Thursday, tell her,She shall be married to this noble earl.Will you be ready? do you like this haste?We'llkeep no great ado,—a friend or two;For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,It may be thought weheld him carelessly,Being our kinsman, if we revel much.Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

Capulet.Monday! ha, ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon.

O' Thursday let it be; o' Thursday, tell her,

She shall be married to this noble earl.

Will you be ready? do you like this haste?

We'llkeep no great ado,—a friend or two;

For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,

It may be thought weheld him carelessly,

Being our kinsman, if we revel much.

Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends,

And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?

Paris.My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.

30Capulet.Well, get you gone; o' Thursday be it then.—Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,Prepare her, wife,againstthis wedding-day.—Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!Afore me, it is so very late, that weMay call it earlyby and by.—Good night.[Exeunt.

Capulet.Well, get you gone; o' Thursday be it then.—

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,

Prepare her, wife,againstthis wedding-day.—

Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!

Afore me, it is so very late, that we

May call it earlyby and by.—Good night.[Exeunt.

Juliet's Chamber

EnterRomeoandJuliet

Juliet.Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;Nightlyshe sings on yon pomegranate-tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.Romeo.It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingale; look, love, what envious streaksDolacethe severing clouds in yonder east.Night's candlesare burnt out, and jocund day10Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die.Juliet.Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.It issome meteorthat the sun exhales,To be to thee this night atorch-bearerAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua;Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.Romeo.Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;I am content, so thou wilt have it so.I'll sayyon greyis not the morning's eye,20'Tis butthe pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;Nor that is notthe lark, whose notes do beatThe vaulty heavenso high above our heads.I have more care to stay than will to go;Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.Juliet.It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away!It is the lark that sings so out of tune,Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.Some say the lark makessweetdivision;30This doth not so, for she divideth us.Some saythe larkand loathed toad change eyes;O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!Since arm from arm that voice doth usaffray,Hunting thee hence withhunt's-upto the day.O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.Romeo.More light and light?—More dark anddark our woes!EnterNurseNurse.Madam!Juliet.Nurse?Nurse.Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.The day is broke; be wary, look about.[Exit.41Juliet.Then, window, let day in, and let life out.Romeo.Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.[Romeo descends.Juliet.Art thou gone so?my lord, my love, my friend!I must hear from thee everyday in the hour,For in a minute there are many days.O, by this count I shall be much in yearsEre I again behold my Romeo!Romeo.Farewell! I will omit no opportunityThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee.50Juliet.O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?Romeo.I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.Juliet.O God,I have an ill-divining soul!Methinks I see thee, now thou artbelow,As one dead in the bottom of a tomb;Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.Romeo.And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![Exit.Juliet.O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle;60If thou art fickle, what dost thou with himThat is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.Lady Capulet.[Within]Ho, daughter! are you up?Juliet.Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother?Is she notdownso late, or up so early?What unaccustom'd causeprocures herhither?EnterLady CapuletLady Capulet.Why, how now, Juliet!Juliet.Madam, I am not well.Lady Capulet.Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?What, wilt thouwash him from his gravewith tears?70An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want ofwit.Juliet.Yet let me weep for such afeelingloss.Lady Capulet.So shall you feel the loss, but not the friendWhich you weep for.Juliet.Feeling so the loss,I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.Lady Capulet.Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his deathAs that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.Juliet.What villain, madam?Lady Capulet.That same villain, Romeo.80Juliet.Villain and he be many miles asunder.—God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;And yet no manlike hedoth grieve my heart.Lady Capulet.That is, because the traitor murtherer lives.Juliet.Ay, madam,from the reach of these my hands.Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!Lady Capulet.We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not;Then weep no more. I'll send to onein Mantua,Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,Shall givehim such an unaccustom'd dram90That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.Juliet.Indeed,I never shall be satisfiedWith Romeo, till I behold him—dead—Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.—Madam, if you could find out but a manTo bear a poison, I wouldtemperit,ThatRomeo should, upon receipt thereof,Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhorsTo hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him,100To wreak the love I bore mycousinUpon his body that hath slaughter'd him!Lady Capulet.Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.Juliet.And joy comes well in such aneedytime.What arethey, I beseech your ladyship?Lady Capulet.Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,Hathsorted outa sudden day of joyThat thou expect'st not,nor I look'd notfor.110Juliet.Madam,in happy time, what day is that?Lady Capulet.Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,TheCountyParis, at Saint Peter's Church,Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.Juliet.Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,He shall not make me there a joyful bride.I wonder at this haste; that I must wedEre he that should be husband comes to woo.I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,120I will not marry yet; and, when I do,I swear,It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,Rather than Paris.These are newsindeed!Lady Capulet.Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,And see how he will take it at your hands.EnterCapuletandNurseCapulet.When the sun sets,the airdoth drizzle dew;But for the sunset of my brother's sonIt rains downright.—How now! aconduit, girl? what, still in tears?Evermoreshowering? In one little body130Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs,Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,Without a sudden calm, will oversetThy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife!Have you deliver'd to her our decree?Lady Capulet.Ay, sir; butshe will none, she gives you thanks.I would the fool were married to her grave!140Capulet.Soft! take me with you,take me with you, wife.How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,Unworthy as she is, that we havewroughtSo worthy a gentleman to be herbridegroom?Juliet.Not proud you have, but thankful that you have;Proud can I never be of what I hate,But thankful even for hate that is meant love.Capulet.How now, how now,chop-logic! What is this?'Proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I thank you not,'150And yet 'not proud'! Mistressminion, you,Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,Butfettleyour fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!You tallow-face!Lady Capulet.Fie, fie! what, are you mad?Juliet.Good father, I beseech you on my knees,Hear me with patience but to speak a word.Capulet.Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!160I tell thee what, get thee to church o' ThursdayOr never after look me in the face.Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blestThat God hadlentus but this only child,But now I see this one is one too much,And that we have a curse in having her;Out on her,hilding!Nurse.God in heaven bless her!You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.Capulet.And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,170Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.Nurse.I speak no treason.Capulet.O,God ye god-den!Nurse.May not one speak?Capulet.Peace, you mumbling fool!Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,For here we need it not.Lady Capulet.You are too hot.Capulet.God's bread!it makes me mad! Day, night, late, early,At home, abroad, alone, in company,Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath beenTo have her match'd; and having now providedA gentleman of noble parentage,180Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,—And then to have a wretched puling fool,A whiningmammet, in her fortune's tender,To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'—But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you;Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.Look to 't, think on 't, I do notuseto jest.190Thursday is near;lay hand on heart, advise.An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.[Exit.Juliet.Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That sees into the bottom of my grief?O,sweet my mother, cast me not away!Delay this marriage for a month, a week;200Or, if you do not, make the bridal bedIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies.Lady Capulet.Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.[Exit.Juliet.O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;How shall that faith return again to earth,Unless that husband send it me from heavenBy leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.—Alack, alack, that heavenshould practise stratagems210Upon so soft a subject as myself!—What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?Some comfort, nurse.Nurse.Faith, here 'tis.RomeoIs banished, and all the world to nothingThat he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,I think it best you married with the county.O, he's a lovely gentleman!Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,220Hath not sogreen, so quick, so fair an eyeAs Paris hath.Beshrewmy very heart,I think you are happy in this second match,For it excels your first; or if it did not,Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he wereAs livinghereand you no use of him.Juliet.Speakest thou from thy heart?Nurse.And from my soul too;Or else beshrew them both.Juliet.Amen!Nurse.What?Juliet.Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,230Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,To make confession and to be absolv'd.Nurse.Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.[Exit.Juliet.Ancient damnation!O most wicked fiend!Is it more sinto wish me thus forsworn,Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongueWhich she hath prais'd him with abovecompareSo many thousand times?—Go, counsellor;Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.—I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;If all else fail, myself have power to die.[Exit.

Juliet.Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day.

It was the nightingale, and not the lark,

That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear;

Nightlyshe sings on yon pomegranate-tree.

Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

Romeo.It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingale; look, love, what envious streaksDolacethe severing clouds in yonder east.Night's candlesare burnt out, and jocund day10Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Romeo.It was the lark, the herald of the morn,

No nightingale; look, love, what envious streaks

Dolacethe severing clouds in yonder east.

Night's candlesare burnt out, and jocund day

Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.

I must be gone and live, or stay and die.

Juliet.Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.It issome meteorthat the sun exhales,To be to thee this night atorch-bearerAnd light thee on thy way to Mantua;Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

Juliet.Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I.

It issome meteorthat the sun exhales,

To be to thee this night atorch-bearer

And light thee on thy way to Mantua;

Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone.

Romeo.Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;I am content, so thou wilt have it so.I'll sayyon greyis not the morning's eye,20'Tis butthe pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;Nor that is notthe lark, whose notes do beatThe vaulty heavenso high above our heads.I have more care to stay than will to go;Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.

Romeo.Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;

I am content, so thou wilt have it so.

I'll sayyon greyis not the morning's eye,

'Tis butthe pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;

Nor that is notthe lark, whose notes do beat

The vaulty heavenso high above our heads.

I have more care to stay than will to go;

Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.

How is 't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.

Juliet.It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away!It is the lark that sings so out of tune,Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.Some say the lark makessweetdivision;30This doth not so, for she divideth us.Some saythe larkand loathed toad change eyes;O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!Since arm from arm that voice doth usaffray,Hunting thee hence withhunt's-upto the day.O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

Juliet.It is, it is; hie hence, be gone, away!

It is the lark that sings so out of tune,

Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.

Some say the lark makessweetdivision;

This doth not so, for she divideth us.

Some saythe larkand loathed toad change eyes;

O, now I would they had chang'd voices too!

Since arm from arm that voice doth usaffray,

Hunting thee hence withhunt's-upto the day.

O, now be gone; more light and light it grows.

Romeo.More light and light?—More dark anddark our woes!

Romeo.More light and light?—More dark and

dark our woes!

EnterNurse

Nurse.Madam!

Juliet.Nurse?

Nurse.Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.The day is broke; be wary, look about.[Exit.

Nurse.Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.

The day is broke; be wary, look about.[Exit.

41Juliet.Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

Juliet.Then, window, let day in, and let life out.

Romeo.Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.[Romeo descends.

Juliet.Art thou gone so?my lord, my love, my friend!I must hear from thee everyday in the hour,For in a minute there are many days.O, by this count I shall be much in yearsEre I again behold my Romeo!

Juliet.Art thou gone so?my lord, my love, my friend!

I must hear from thee everyday in the hour,

For in a minute there are many days.

O, by this count I shall be much in years

Ere I again behold my Romeo!

Romeo.Farewell! I will omit no opportunityThat may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

Romeo.Farewell! I will omit no opportunity

That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.

50Juliet.O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Juliet.O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again?

Romeo.I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serveFor sweet discourses in our time to come.

Romeo.I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve

For sweet discourses in our time to come.

Juliet.O God,I have an ill-divining soul!Methinks I see thee, now thou artbelow,As one dead in the bottom of a tomb;Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Juliet.O God,I have an ill-divining soul!

Methinks I see thee, now thou artbelow,

As one dead in the bottom of a tomb;

Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Romeo.And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![Exit.

Romeo.And trust me, love, in my eye so do you;

Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu![Exit.

Juliet.O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle;60If thou art fickle, what dost thou with himThat is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.

Juliet.O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee fickle;

If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him

That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;

For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,

But send him back.

Lady Capulet.[Within]Ho, daughter! are you up?

Juliet.Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother?Is she notdownso late, or up so early?What unaccustom'd causeprocures herhither?

Juliet.Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother?

Is she notdownso late, or up so early?

What unaccustom'd causeprocures herhither?

EnterLady Capulet

Lady Capulet.Why, how now, Juliet!

Juliet.Madam, I am not well.

Lady Capulet.Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?What, wilt thouwash him from his gravewith tears?70An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,But much of grief shows still some want ofwit.

Lady Capulet.Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?

What, wilt thouwash him from his gravewith tears?

An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;

Therefore, have done. Some grief shows much of love,

But much of grief shows still some want ofwit.

Juliet.Yet let me weep for such afeelingloss.

Lady Capulet.So shall you feel the loss, but not the friendWhich you weep for.

Lady Capulet.So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend

Which you weep for.

Juliet.Feeling so the loss,I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Juliet.Feeling so the loss,

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

Lady Capulet.Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his deathAs that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

Lady Capulet.Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

Juliet.What villain, madam?

Lady Capulet.That same villain, Romeo.

80Juliet.Villain and he be many miles asunder.—God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;And yet no manlike hedoth grieve my heart.

Juliet.Villain and he be many miles asunder.—

God pardon him! I do, with all my heart;

And yet no manlike hedoth grieve my heart.

Lady Capulet.That is, because the traitor murtherer lives.

Juliet.Ay, madam,from the reach of these my hands.Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!

Juliet.Ay, madam,from the reach of these my hands.

Would none but I might venge my cousin's death!

Lady Capulet.We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not;Then weep no more. I'll send to onein Mantua,Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,Shall givehim such an unaccustom'd dram90That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

Lady Capulet.We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not;

Then weep no more. I'll send to onein Mantua,

Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,

Shall givehim such an unaccustom'd dram

That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;

And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.

Juliet.Indeed,I never shall be satisfiedWith Romeo, till I behold him—dead—Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.—Madam, if you could find out but a manTo bear a poison, I wouldtemperit,ThatRomeo should, upon receipt thereof,Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhorsTo hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him,100To wreak the love I bore mycousinUpon his body that hath slaughter'd him!

Juliet.Indeed,I never shall be satisfied

With Romeo, till I behold him—dead—

Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.—

Madam, if you could find out but a man

To bear a poison, I wouldtemperit,

ThatRomeo should, upon receipt thereof,

Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors

To hear him nam'd, and cannot come to him,

To wreak the love I bore mycousin

Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him!

Lady Capulet.Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

Lady Capulet.Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man.

But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.

Juliet.And joy comes well in such aneedytime.What arethey, I beseech your ladyship?

Juliet.And joy comes well in such aneedytime.

What arethey, I beseech your ladyship?

Lady Capulet.Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,Hathsorted outa sudden day of joyThat thou expect'st not,nor I look'd notfor.

Lady Capulet.Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child;

One who, to put thee from thy heaviness,

Hathsorted outa sudden day of joy

That thou expect'st not,nor I look'd notfor.

110Juliet.Madam,in happy time, what day is that?

Juliet.Madam,in happy time, what day is that?

Lady Capulet.Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,TheCountyParis, at Saint Peter's Church,Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Lady Capulet.Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,

The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,

TheCountyParis, at Saint Peter's Church,

Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.

Juliet.Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,He shall not make me there a joyful bride.I wonder at this haste; that I must wedEre he that should be husband comes to woo.I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,120I will not marry yet; and, when I do,I swear,It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,Rather than Paris.These are newsindeed!

Juliet.Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too,

He shall not make me there a joyful bride.

I wonder at this haste; that I must wed

Ere he that should be husband comes to woo.

I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam,

I will not marry yet; and, when I do,I swear,

It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate,

Rather than Paris.These are newsindeed!

Lady Capulet.Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,And see how he will take it at your hands.

Lady Capulet.Here comes your father; tell him so yourself,

And see how he will take it at your hands.

EnterCapuletandNurse

Capulet.When the sun sets,the airdoth drizzle dew;But for the sunset of my brother's sonIt rains downright.—How now! aconduit, girl? what, still in tears?Evermoreshowering? In one little body130Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs,Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,Without a sudden calm, will oversetThy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife!Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

Capulet.When the sun sets,the airdoth drizzle dew;

But for the sunset of my brother's son

It rains downright.—

How now! aconduit, girl? what, still in tears?

Evermoreshowering? In one little body

Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind:

For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea,

Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is,

Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs,

Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them,

Without a sudden calm, will overset

Thy tempest-tossed body.—How now, wife!

Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

Lady Capulet.Ay, sir; butshe will none, she gives you thanks.I would the fool were married to her grave!

Lady Capulet.Ay, sir; butshe will none, she gives you thanks.

I would the fool were married to her grave!

140Capulet.Soft! take me with you,take me with you, wife.How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,Unworthy as she is, that we havewroughtSo worthy a gentleman to be herbridegroom?

Capulet.Soft! take me with you,take me with you, wife.

How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks?

Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest,

Unworthy as she is, that we havewrought

So worthy a gentleman to be herbridegroom?

Juliet.Not proud you have, but thankful that you have;Proud can I never be of what I hate,But thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Juliet.Not proud you have, but thankful that you have;

Proud can I never be of what I hate,

But thankful even for hate that is meant love.

Capulet.How now, how now,chop-logic! What is this?'Proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I thank you not,'150And yet 'not proud'! Mistressminion, you,Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,Butfettleyour fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!You tallow-face!

Capulet.How now, how now,chop-logic! What is this?

'Proud' and 'I thank you' and 'I thank you not,'

And yet 'not proud'! Mistressminion, you,

Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds,

Butfettleyour fine joints 'gainst Thursday next,

To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church,

Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage!

You tallow-face!

Lady Capulet.Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

Juliet.Good father, I beseech you on my knees,Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Juliet.Good father, I beseech you on my knees,

Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Capulet.Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!160I tell thee what, get thee to church o' ThursdayOr never after look me in the face.Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blestThat God hadlentus but this only child,But now I see this one is one too much,And that we have a curse in having her;Out on her,hilding!

Capulet.Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!

I tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday

Or never after look me in the face.

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;

My fingers itch.—Wife, we scarce thought us blest

That God hadlentus but this only child,

But now I see this one is one too much,

And that we have a curse in having her;

Out on her,hilding!

Nurse.God in heaven bless her!You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Nurse.God in heaven bless her!

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Capulet.And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,170Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Capulet.And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue,

Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse.I speak no treason.

Capulet.O,God ye god-den!

Nurse.May not one speak?

Capulet.Peace, you mumbling fool!Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,For here we need it not.

Capulet.Peace, you mumbling fool!

Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

For here we need it not.

Lady Capulet.You are too hot.

Capulet.God's bread!it makes me mad! Day, night, late, early,At home, abroad, alone, in company,Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath beenTo have her match'd; and having now providedA gentleman of noble parentage,180Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,—And then to have a wretched puling fool,A whiningmammet, in her fortune's tender,To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'—But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you;Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.Look to 't, think on 't, I do notuseto jest.190Thursday is near;lay hand on heart, advise.An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.[Exit.

Capulet.God's bread!it makes me mad! Day, night, late, early,

At home, abroad, alone, in company,

Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been

To have her match'd; and having now provided

A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,

Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts,

Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man,—

And then to have a wretched puling fool,

A whiningmammet, in her fortune's tender,

To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love,

I am too young; I pray you, pardon me.'—

But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you;

Graze where you will, you shall not house with me.

Look to 't, think on 't, I do notuseto jest.

Thursday is near;lay hand on heart, advise.

An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;

An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets,

For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,

Nor what is mine shall never do thee good.

Trust to 't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn.[Exit.

Juliet.Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,That sees into the bottom of my grief?O,sweet my mother, cast me not away!Delay this marriage for a month, a week;200Or, if you do not, make the bridal bedIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Juliet.Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

That sees into the bottom of my grief?

O,sweet my mother, cast me not away!

Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Lady Capulet.Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.[Exit.

Lady Capulet.Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word;

Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee.[Exit.

Juliet.O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;How shall that faith return again to earth,Unless that husband send it me from heavenBy leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.—Alack, alack, that heavenshould practise stratagems210Upon so soft a subject as myself!—What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?Some comfort, nurse.

Juliet.O God!—O nurse, how shall this be prevented?

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;

How shall that faith return again to earth,

Unless that husband send it me from heaven

By leaving earth? comfort me, counsel me.—

Alack, alack, that heavenshould practise stratagems

Upon so soft a subject as myself!—

What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?

Some comfort, nurse.

Nurse.Faith, here 'tis.RomeoIs banished, and all the world to nothingThat he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,I think it best you married with the county.O, he's a lovely gentleman!Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,220Hath not sogreen, so quick, so fair an eyeAs Paris hath.Beshrewmy very heart,I think you are happy in this second match,For it excels your first; or if it did not,Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he wereAs livinghereand you no use of him.

Nurse.Faith, here 'tis.Romeo

Is banished, and all the world to nothing

That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you;

Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

I think it best you married with the county.

O, he's a lovely gentleman!

Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,

Hath not sogreen, so quick, so fair an eye

As Paris hath.Beshrewmy very heart,

I think you are happy in this second match,

For it excels your first; or if it did not,

Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were

As livinghereand you no use of him.

Juliet.Speakest thou from thy heart?

Nurse.And from my soul too;Or else beshrew them both.

Nurse.And from my soul too;

Or else beshrew them both.

Juliet.Amen!

Nurse.What?

Juliet.Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,230Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,To make confession and to be absolv'd.

Juliet.Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,

To make confession and to be absolv'd.

Nurse.Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.[Exit.

Juliet.Ancient damnation!O most wicked fiend!Is it more sinto wish me thus forsworn,Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongueWhich she hath prais'd him with abovecompareSo many thousand times?—Go, counsellor;Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.—I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;If all else fail, myself have power to die.[Exit.

Juliet.Ancient damnation!O most wicked fiend!

Is it more sinto wish me thus forsworn,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

Which she hath prais'd him with abovecompare

So many thousand times?—Go, counsellor;

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.—

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy;

If all else fail, myself have power to die.[Exit.

Juliet at Laurence's Cell.

Friar Laurence's Cell

EnterFriar LaurenceandParis

Friar Laurence.On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.Paris.My father Capulet will have it so,And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.Friar Laurence.You say you do not know the lady's mind;Friar Laurence.You say you do not know the lady's mind;Unevenis the course, I like it not.Paris.Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,And therefore have I little talk'd of love;For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous10That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,And in his wisdom hastesourmarriage,To stop the inundation of her tears,Which, too much minded by herselfalone,May be put from her by society.Now do you know the reason of this haste.Friar Laurence.[Aside]I would I knew not why it should beslow'd.—Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.EnterJulietParis.Happily met, my lady and my wife!Juliet.That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.20Paris.That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.Juliet.What must be shall be.Friar Laurence.That's a certain text.Paris.Come you to make confession to this father?Juliet.To answer that, I should confess to you.Paris.Do not deny to him that you love me.Juliet.I will confess to you that I love him.Paris.So will you, I am sure, that you love me.Juliet.If I do so, it will be of more price,Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.Paris.Poor soul, thy face is muchabus'dwith tears.30Juliet.The tears have got small victory by that,For it was bad enough before theirspite.Paris.Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.Juliet.That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;And what I spake, I spake it to my face.Paris.Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.Juliet.It may be so, for it is not mine own.—Are you at leisure, holy father, now,Or shall I come to you atevening mass?Friar Laurence.My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—40My lord,we must entreatthe time alone.Paris.God shieldI should disturbdevotion!—Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.[Exit.Juliet.O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so,Come weep with me; past hope,past cure, past help!Friar Laurence.Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;It strains me past the compass of my wits.I hear thou must, and nothing mayprorogueit,On Thursday next be married to this county.50Juliet.Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it;If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,Do thou but call my resolution wise,And withthis knifeI'll help it presently.God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,Shall bethe labelto another deed,Or my true heart with treacherous revoltTurn to another, this shall slay them both.60Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,Give me some present counsel, or, behold,'Twixt myextremesand me this bloody knifeShall play the umpire, arbitrating thatWhich thecommissionof thy years and artCould to no issue of true honour bring.Be not so long to speak; I long to die,If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.Friar Laurence.Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope,Which craves as desperate an execution70As that is desperate which we would prevent.If, rather than to marry County Paris,Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,Then is it likely thou wilt undertakeA thing like death to chide away this shameThat cop'st with death himself to scape from it;And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.Juliet.O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,From off the battlements ofyondertower;Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk80Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,Withreekyshanks and yellow chapless skulls;Or bid me go into a new-made graveAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud,—Things, that to hear them told, have made me tremble,—And I will do it without fear or doubt,To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.Friar Laurence.Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent90To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow.To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.Take thou this vial, being then in bed,And this distilled liquor drink thou off;When presently through all thy veins shall runA cold and drowsy humour, for no pulseShall keep his native progress butsurcease.No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade100Topalyashes, thy eyes' windows fall,Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;Each part, depriv'd of supple government,Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death;And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk deathThou shalt continuetwo and forty hours,And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comesTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.Then, as the manner of our country is,110In thy best robesuncover'd on the bierThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vaultWhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,Shall Romeo by my letters know ourdrift,And hither shall he come; and he and IWill watch thy waking, and that very nightShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.And this shall free thee from this present shame,If noinconstanttoy nor womanish fear120Abate thy valour in the acting it.Juliet.Give me, give me!O, tell not me of fear!Friar Laurence.Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperousIn this resolve. I'll send a friar with speedTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.Juliet.Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.Farewell, dear father![Exeunt.

Friar Laurence.On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

Paris.My father Capulet will have it so,And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

Paris.My father Capulet will have it so,

And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

Friar Laurence.You say you do not know the lady's mind;Friar Laurence.You say you do not know the lady's mind;Unevenis the course, I like it not.

Friar Laurence.You say you do not know the lady's mind;

Unevenis the course, I like it not.

Paris.Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,And therefore have I little talk'd of love;For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous10That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,And in his wisdom hastesourmarriage,To stop the inundation of her tears,Which, too much minded by herselfalone,May be put from her by society.Now do you know the reason of this haste.

Paris.Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,

And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous

That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,

And in his wisdom hastesourmarriage,

To stop the inundation of her tears,

Which, too much minded by herselfalone,

May be put from her by society.

Now do you know the reason of this haste.

Friar Laurence.[Aside]I would I knew not why it should beslow'd.—Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

Friar Laurence.[Aside]I would I knew not why it should beslow'd.—

Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.

EnterJuliet

Paris.Happily met, my lady and my wife!

Juliet.That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

20Paris.That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

Paris.That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.

Juliet.What must be shall be.

Friar Laurence.That's a certain text.

Paris.Come you to make confession to this father?

Juliet.To answer that, I should confess to you.

Paris.Do not deny to him that you love me.

Juliet.I will confess to you that I love him.

Paris.So will you, I am sure, that you love me.

Juliet.If I do so, it will be of more price,Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Juliet.If I do so, it will be of more price,

Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

Paris.Poor soul, thy face is muchabus'dwith tears.

30Juliet.The tears have got small victory by that,For it was bad enough before theirspite.

Juliet.The tears have got small victory by that,

For it was bad enough before theirspite.

Paris.Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.

Juliet.That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Juliet.That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;

And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Paris.Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

Juliet.It may be so, for it is not mine own.—Are you at leisure, holy father, now,Or shall I come to you atevening mass?

Juliet.It may be so, for it is not mine own.—

Are you at leisure, holy father, now,

Or shall I come to you atevening mass?

Friar Laurence.My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—40My lord,we must entreatthe time alone.

Friar Laurence.My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.—

My lord,we must entreatthe time alone.

Paris.God shieldI should disturbdevotion!—Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.[Exit.

Paris.God shieldI should disturbdevotion!—

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;

Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.[Exit.

Juliet.O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so,Come weep with me; past hope,past cure, past help!

Juliet.O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so,

Come weep with me; past hope,past cure, past help!

Friar Laurence.Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;It strains me past the compass of my wits.I hear thou must, and nothing mayprorogueit,On Thursday next be married to this county.

Friar Laurence.Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;

It strains me past the compass of my wits.

I hear thou must, and nothing mayprorogueit,

On Thursday next be married to this county.

50Juliet.Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it;If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,Do thou but call my resolution wise,And withthis knifeI'll help it presently.God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,Shall bethe labelto another deed,Or my true heart with treacherous revoltTurn to another, this shall slay them both.60Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,Give me some present counsel, or, behold,'Twixt myextremesand me this bloody knifeShall play the umpire, arbitrating thatWhich thecommissionof thy years and artCould to no issue of true honour bring.Be not so long to speak; I long to die,If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Juliet.Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,

Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it;

If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,

Do thou but call my resolution wise,

And withthis knifeI'll help it presently.

God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,

Shall bethe labelto another deed,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

Turn to another, this shall slay them both.

Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time,

Give me some present counsel, or, behold,

'Twixt myextremesand me this bloody knife

Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

Which thecommissionof thy years and art

Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Be not so long to speak; I long to die,

If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Friar Laurence.Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope,Which craves as desperate an execution70As that is desperate which we would prevent.If, rather than to marry County Paris,Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,Then is it likely thou wilt undertakeA thing like death to chide away this shameThat cop'st with death himself to scape from it;And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Friar Laurence.Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope,

Which craves as desperate an execution

As that is desperate which we would prevent.

If, rather than to marry County Paris,

Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

A thing like death to chide away this shame

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;

And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

Juliet.O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,From off the battlements ofyondertower;Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk80Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,Withreekyshanks and yellow chapless skulls;Or bid me go into a new-made graveAnd hide me with a dead man in his shroud,—Things, that to hear them told, have made me tremble,—And I will do it without fear or doubt,To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Juliet.O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

From off the battlements ofyondertower;

Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,

Withreekyshanks and yellow chapless skulls;

Or bid me go into a new-made grave

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud,—

Things, that to hear them told, have made me tremble,—

And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Friar Laurence.Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent90To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow.To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.Take thou this vial, being then in bed,And this distilled liquor drink thou off;When presently through all thy veins shall runA cold and drowsy humour, for no pulseShall keep his native progress butsurcease.No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade100Topalyashes, thy eyes' windows fall,Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;Each part, depriv'd of supple government,Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death;And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk deathThou shalt continuetwo and forty hours,And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comesTo rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.Then, as the manner of our country is,110In thy best robesuncover'd on the bierThou shalt be borne to that same ancient vaultWhere all the kindred of the Capulets lie.In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,Shall Romeo by my letters know ourdrift,And hither shall he come; and he and IWill watch thy waking, and that very nightShall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.And this shall free thee from this present shame,If noinconstanttoy nor womanish fear120Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Friar Laurence.Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent

To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow.

To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;

Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.

Take thou this vial, being then in bed,

And this distilled liquor drink thou off;

When presently through all thy veins shall run

A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse

Shall keep his native progress butsurcease.

No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

Topalyashes, thy eyes' windows fall,

Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death;

And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

Thou shalt continuetwo and forty hours,

And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes

To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead.

Then, as the manner of our country is,

In thy best robesuncover'd on the bier

Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault

Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,

Shall Romeo by my letters know ourdrift,

And hither shall he come; and he and I

Will watch thy waking, and that very night

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

And this shall free thee from this present shame,

If noinconstanttoy nor womanish fear

Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Juliet.Give me, give me!O, tell not me of fear!

Friar Laurence.Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperousIn this resolve. I'll send a friar with speedTo Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Friar Laurence.Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous

In this resolve. I'll send a friar with speed

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Juliet.Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.Farewell, dear father![Exeunt.

Juliet.Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

Farewell, dear father![Exeunt.

Hall in Capulet's House

EnterCapulet,Lady Capulet, Nurse,and twoServingmen

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