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Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself; |
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
Farewell, dear father.
SCENE II-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and SERVANTS.
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.[Exit SERVANT. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?
2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me.
Cup. Go, begone.-[Exit SERVANT. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift* with merry look.
Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the disobedient opposition
[ing. I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow mornJul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
And gave him what becomed‡ love I might,
Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,-
[ty; This is as't should be.-Let me see the counAy, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church
[Exeunt JULIET and NURSE. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; "Tis now near night.
Cap. Tush! I will stir about, [wife: And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night;-let me alone; [ho!I'll play the housewife for this once.--What, They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.
SCENE III-JULIET'S Chamber.
Enter JULIET and NURSE.
La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Jul. Farewell!-God knows, when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
What if this mixture do not work at all?
What if it be a poison, which the friar
fear, it is and yet, methinks, it should not,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Where, for these many hundred years, the
At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
So early waking,-what with loathsome smells; And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;*-
SCENE V.-JULIET'S Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter NURSE.
Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet! -fast, I warrant her, she:Why, lamb-why, lady!-fie, you slug-abed!
Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!why, bride!
What, not a word?-you take your penny. worths now; Sleep for a week: for the next night, I war The county Paris hath set up his rest, [me, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed; He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be? What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
[She throws herself on the Bed. SCENE IV.-CAPULET'S Hall. Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch, more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.t
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
The curfeu bell hath wrung, 'tis three o'clock:Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica: Spare not for cost.
Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed'; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up. + Distracted. The room where pies were made.
I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
La. Cap. What noise is here?
La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!
La. Cup. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead."
Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold;
Her blood is settled; and her joints are stiff;
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with MUSI
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Most lamentable day! most woeful day,
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now,
O child! O child!—my soul, and not my
Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried!
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
And go, Sir Paris;-every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Excunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play -heart's ease.
1 Mus. Why heart's ease?
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play
Pet. You will not then? 2 Mus. No.
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
1 Mus. What will you give us?
Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :+ I will give you the minstrel.
1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me?
1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :-Answer me like men:
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound?
What say you, Simon Catling?
1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.
Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost?
3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: will say for you. It is music with her silver
Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.
+ To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. "And the jocund rebecks sound."-Milton.
sound, because such fellows as you have sel dom gold for sounding:
Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.
SCENE 1.-Mantua.-A Street.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,)
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?
News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar?
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means:-0, mischief, thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
| Noting this penury, to myself I said-
Ap. Who calls so loud?
Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor;
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death, to any he that utters them.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not send it,-here it is But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his PAGE, bearing Flowers and a Torch.
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof;
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench-
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
* 1. e. On a trivial or idle subject.
t'I. e. Action of importance.
In what I further shall intend to do,
The time and my intents are savage-wild;
Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.Take thou that:
Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me here
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
[Retires. Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[Breaking open the Door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, [grief, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which It is supposed the fair creature died,And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.[Advances.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me;-think upon these
Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.
What said my man, when my betossed soul