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I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it,
4 Decide the struggle between me and my distresses. * Authority or power.
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; 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, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; 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. Fri. 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 phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off: When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His natural progress, but surcease to beat: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; 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 remain full two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
Enter CAPULet, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servant.
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.— [Erit 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.
Cap. Go, begone.— [Erit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.— What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence 2
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 2 Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you, and your behests;” and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you. Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this ; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell; And gave him what becomed” love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Cap. Why, I am gladon't ; this is well,—stand up : This is as't should be.—Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.— Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,
* Confession. 7 Commands. 8 Becoming.
All our whole city is much bound to him. .
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:—we'll to church tomorrow. [Ereunt JULIET and Nurse.
La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night.
Cap. Tush ! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; I'll not to bed to-night;—let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!— They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wond’rous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Ereunt.
Jul. Ay, those attires are best:—But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; For I have need of many orisons? To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.