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How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.
Nurse. Madam | Jul. Nurse 2 Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke ; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my friend I must hear from thee every day i'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.
° Division was the technical phrase for musical composition. * A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage.
Rom. Farewell ! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu ! adieu ! [Erit Romeo. Jul, 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. La. Cap. [JWithin J Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother 2 Is she not down so late, or up so early What unaccustom'd cause procures' her hither? /
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La Cap. Why, how now, Juliet
Jul. Madam, I am not well.
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done: Some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
La Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for.
Jul. Feeling so the loss,
I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.
As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.
Jul. What villain, madam?
La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo.
Jul. Villain. and he are many miles asunder.
La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives.
Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death!
La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou
Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a IIlan. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship 2 La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child ; One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday , mOrn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The county Paris, at Saint Peter's church, Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. Jul. 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 news indeed La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter CAPU LET and Nurse.
Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew ; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright.—
How now a conduit, girl what, still in tears 2