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stand up :
Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself; 1, Cup. Go, begone.-. [Exit SERVANT. Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. A thing like death to chide away this shame, What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ? That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Nurse. Ay, forsooth. And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy, Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
on her: From off the battlenients of yonder tower; A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Enter JULIET. Where serpents are; chain me with roaring Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, [bears; Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift* O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling
with merry look. bones,
Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; you been gadding?. Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Of disobedient opposition
(sin Things that, to hear them told, have made me To you, and your behests ;t and am enjoin'd tremble;
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, And I will do it without fear or doubt, And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Henceforward I'am ever ruld by you. (you ! Fri, Hold, then; go home, be merry, give Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of consent
(ing. To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morn, To-morrow pight look that thou lie alone, Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber :
cell; Take thou this pbial, being then in bed, And gave him what becomedf love I might, And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. When, presently, through all thy veins shall run Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
[ty; Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep
This is as't should be. Let me see the counHis natural progress, but surcease to beat: Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv’st; Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade All our whole city is much bound to him. To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Jub. Nurse, will you go with me into my Like death, when he shuts up the day of life ;
closet, Each part, depriv'd of supple government, To help me sort such needful ornaments Shall stiff
, and stark, and cold, appear like As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? death:
La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
tinne enough. Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
to-morrow. Now when the bridegroom in the morning
(Exeunt Juliet und Nurse.
(dead: La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou 'Tis now near night. Then (as the manner of our country is,)
Cap. Tush! I will stir about, [wife : In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Go thou to Juliet, belp to deck, up her; Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. I'll not to bed to-night ;-let me alone; [ho! In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, I'll play the housewife for this once.-- What, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself And hither shall he come; and he and I To county Paris, to prepare him up (light, Will watch thy waking, and that very night Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. And this shall free thee from this present shame;
(Exeunt. If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear, • Abate thy valour in the acting it.
SCENE III.-JULIET's Chamber.
Enter JULIET and NURSE.
shall help afford, Farewell, dear father.
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of [Exeunt.
sin. SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET's House.
Enter LADY CAPULET. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and
La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need SERVANTS.
my help? Cap. So many guests invite as here are
Jul. No, madam; we have culld such neceswrit.
[Exit SERVANT. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cupping cooks.
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
So please you, let me now be left alone, try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so?
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, 2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that can
In this so sudden business. not lick his own fingers : therefore he, that
Confession. cannot lick bis fingers, goes not with me.
1 Commands Becoming.
La. Cap. Good night!
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'a Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
(Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Jul. Farewell !–God knows, when we shall La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-bunt* meet again.
in your time; I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, But I will watch you from such watching now. That almost freezes up the heat of life:
[Ereunt Lady CAPULET, and NURSE. I'll call them back again to comfort me ;- Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !- Now, Nurse! What should she do here?
(fellow, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.Come, phial.
Enter SERVANTS, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. What if this mixture do not work at all? Must I of force be married to the county?
1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know
not what. No, no;—this shall forbid it :- lie thou there.(Laying down a Dagger.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 Serv.]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs; What if it be a poison, which the friar
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Subtly hath minister'd' to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
2 Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out Because he married me before to Romeo ?
logs, I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit. For he hath still been tried a holy man:
Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore
son! ba, I will not entertain so bad a thought.
[day: How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis I wake before the time that Romeo
The county will be here with music straight,
[Music within. Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
For so he said he would. I bear him near :Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
Nurse !-Wife!-what, ho !-what, nurse, I To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
say! And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,' [bones Make haste! the bridegroom he is come alWhere, for these many hundred years, the
ready: Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;
Make haste, I say !
(Ereunt. Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET OR Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they
the Bed. say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;
Enter Nurse. Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress -Juliet! So early waking,—what with loathsome smells;
-fast, I warrant her, she : And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the Why, lamb !-why, lady!—fie, you slug-. earth,
bed !-That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;"– Why, love, I say !-madam! sweet-heart0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
why, bride! Environed with all these hideous fears? What, not a word ?-you take your penny. And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?.
[rant, And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warshroud ?
[bone, The county Paris hath set up his rest, (mt, And, in this rage, with some great kinsinan's That you shall rest but little.-God forgive As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! 0, look! methínks, I see my cousin's ghost I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
madam! Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!- Ay, let the county take you in your bed ; Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be ?
[She throws herself on the Bed. What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down SCENE IV.-CAPULET's Hall.
I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. Alas! alas !--Help! help! my lady's dead! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch o, well-a-day, that ever I was born more spices, nurse.
Some aqua-vitæ, ho!—my lord ! my lady! Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in
Enter Lady CAPULET. the pastry.t
La. Cap. What noise is here? · Enter CAPULET.
Nurse. 0 lamentable day! Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock Ln. Cap. What is the matter? hath crow'd,
Nurse. Look, look! O beavy day! The curfeu bell hath wrung,'tis three o'clock:- La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :
life, Spare pot for cost.
Rerive, look up, or I will die with thee! Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Help, help!-call help.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the
is come. ground it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up. | Distracted. The room where pies were made. * Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is, alack the day!
In all her best array bear her to church : La. Cup. Alack the day! she's dead, she's For though fond nature bids us all lament, dead, she's dead."
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Cap. Ha ! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, cold;
Turn from their office to black funeral: Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff; Our instruments, to melancholy bells; Life and these lips have long been separated : Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
And all things change them to the contrary: Nurse. O lamentable day!
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with Lu. Cap. O woeful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to And go, Sir Paris;—every one prepare make me wail,
To follow this fair corse unto her grave : Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musi
Move them no more, by crossing their high
will. [Exeunt CAPULET, Lady Capu. CIANS.
LET, Paris, and FRIAR. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and
church? Cup. Ready to go, but never to return : Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; O son, the night before thy wedding-day
put up; Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. she lies,
(Exit Nurse. Flower as she was, deflowered by him. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; amended. My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Enter Peter. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, And doth it give me such a sight as this ? heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hate-1-heart's ease. ful day!
1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Pet. (), musicians, because my heart itself In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
plays— My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, merry, dump,* to comfort me. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. now: Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful
Pet. You will not then? day!
2 Mus. No, Most lamentable day! most woeful day,
Pet. I will then give it you soundly. That ever, ever, I did yet behold !
1 Mus. What will you give us ? O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :t Never was seen so black a day as this:
I will give you the minstrel. ( woeful day, 0 woeful day!
1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving. Par. Beguiľd, divorced, wronged, spited, creature. slain !
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchBy cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
ets : I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me ? O love! O life! -not life, but love in death!
1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd,
2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and kill'd!
put out your wit. Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now,
Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will To murder murder our solemnity?
dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my O child! Ochild !--my soul, and not my iron dagger :- Answer me like men:
child !Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead; When griping grief the heart doth wound, And, with my child, my joys are buried !
And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Fri. Peace, ho, fór shame! confusion's cure Then music, with her silver sound;
lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath
sound? And all the better is it for the maid:
What say you, Simon Catling? Your part in her you could not keep from
1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a death;
sweet sound. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? The most you sought was-her promotion ;*
2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians For’twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd: sound for silver. And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Soundpost? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,
3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: She's not well married, that lives married long; I will say for you. It is music with her silver But she's best married, that dies married
* Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. young.
+ To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
" And the jocund rebecks sound."-Millor.
sound, because such fellows as you have sel. | Noting this penury, to myself I said, dom gold for sounding:
And if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
(Erit, singing. O, this same thought did but forerun my 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?
need; 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack ! Come, we'll in And this same needy man must sell it me. here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. As I remember, this should be the house:
(Exerent. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary!
Ap. Who calls so loud ?
Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have sleep,
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: As will disperse itself through all the
veins, My bosom's lord* sits lightly in his throne;
That the life-weary taker may fall dead; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful And that the trunk may be discharg'a of
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
Doth burry from the fatal cappon's womb. (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,)
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but MagAnd breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Is death, to any he that utters them.
tua's law That I reviv’d, and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchWhen but love's shadows are so rich in joy?
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Enter BALTHASAR.
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs,ragged misery, News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ? The world is not thy friend, nor the world's Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
law : How doth my lady? Is my father well ?
The world affords no law to make thee rich; How fares my Juliet ? That I ask again ; Then be not poor, but break it, and take For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
this. Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Ap. My poverty, but not my will, conHer body sleeps in Capel's monument,
sents. And her immortal part with angels lives; Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And presently took post to tell it you:
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength O pardon me for bringing these ili news, Of twenty men, it would despatch you Since you did leave it for my office, Sir.
straight. Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!- Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and
men's souls, paper,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Than these poor compounds that thou may'st Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you
not sell : thus:
1 sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.Some misadventure.
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
(Exeunt. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord.
SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Rom. No matter: get thee gone,
Enter Friar John. And hire those horses; l’li be with theo straight.
[Exit BALTHASAR. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, bo! Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means :-0, mischief, thou art
Enter Friur LAURENCE. swift
Lau. This same should be the voice of friar To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ! In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, Culling of simples ;t meager were his looks,
One of our order to associate me, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :
Here in this city visiting the sick, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seald up the doors, and would not let us
forth; Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses. So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? . l. e. Love.
John. I could not send it,- here it is | But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry again,
In what I further shall intend to do, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, So fearful were they of infection.
And strew this hungry church-yard with thy Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
limbs : The letter was not nice, but full of charge, The time and my intents are savage-wild; Of dear import; and the neglecting it
More fierce, and more inexorable far, May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble Unto my cell.
you. John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.
Take thou that: Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;
fellow. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereHath had no notice of these accidents:
about; But I will write again to Mantua,
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
[Retires. Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of tomb !
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, SCENE III.-A Church-Yard; in it, a
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[Breaking open the Door of the Monument.
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers
food! and a Torch.
Par. This is that banish'd haughty MontaPar. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and
(grief, stand aloof;
That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. It is supposed the fair creature died, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
And here is come to do somne villanous shame Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
[Adrances. (Being loose, unfirn, with digging up of Stop thy unballow'd toil, vile Montague; graves,)
Can vengeance be pursu'd farther than death? But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: As signal that thou hear’st something ap- Obey, and go with me; for ihou must die. proach.
Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
bither. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Fly hence and leave me;—think upon these
gone; Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Let them affright thee.- I beseech thee, youth, bridal bed :
Heap not another sin upon my head, Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain By urging me to fury:-0, be gone! The perfect model of eternity;
By heaven, I love thee better than myself: Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
For I come hither arm'd against myself: Accept this latest favour at my hands; Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter sayThat living honour'd thee, and, being dead, A madman's mercy bade thee run away. With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, *
[The Boy whistles. And do attach thee as a felon here. The boy gives warning, something doth ap- Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at proach.
[They fight. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites ?
[Exit Page. What, with a torch! -muffle me, night, a Par. O, I am slain! (Fulls.]-If thou be while.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a Torch, Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this Mattock, &c.
Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris : Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench- What said my man, when my betossed soul ing iron.
Did not attend him as we rode? I think, Hold, take this letter; early in the morning He told me, Paris should have married JuSee thou deliver it to my lord and father. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? [liet: Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, thee,
To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! And do not interrupt me in my course. I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,Why I descend into this bed of death,
A grave ? o, no; a lantern,t slaughter'd Is, partly, to behold my lady's face : (ger
youth, But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead fin- For here lies Juliet, and her beanty makes A precious ring; a ring that I must use This vault a feasting presencet full of light. In dear employment:f therefore hence, begone:
* I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i e. depart.
+ The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of winduv> 1. e. On a trivial or idle subject.
by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated. t'I. e. Action of importance.
| Presence chamber.