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Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
Out, you green-fickness carrion ! out, you baggage !
You callow-face!

La. Cap. Fie, fie, wlat, are you mad ?

Jul. Good fath.r, I beleech you on my knees, Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Cap. ilang 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 nos, do not answer me;
My fingers itch. Wife, we fcarce thought us blessid,
That God had fent us 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 fo.

Gop. And why, my Lady Wisdom ? hold your tongue, Good Prudence, smatter with your golips, go,

Nurse. I speak no treason---0, god-ye good.denMay not one speak ?

Cap. Peace, peace, you mumbling fool;
Ulter your gravity o'er a gofup's bowl,
For here we need it not,

La Cap. You are too hot.

Cap. Goj's bread ! it makes me mad : day, night, At home, abroad, alone, in company, [late, early, Waking, or deeping, fill my care hath been To have her matchd ; and having now provided A geatleman of noble parentage, of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly allied, Stuff'd, as they fay, with honourable parts, Proportion’d as one's thought would will a man : And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer, I'll not wed, -- cannot love, I am too young,~Opray you pardon meBut if you will not wed, I'll pardon you i Grals where you will, you fall noi boufe with me; Look to't, think on't, I do not ule 1.0 jest. Thursday is near ; lay hand on heart, advise : If you be mine, I'll give you to my friend i

If you

be not, hang, beg, starve, die i'th' ftreets ; For, by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall ever do thee good Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. [Exit.

jul, Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? (), sweet my mother, cast ine 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.

La Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as 'thou wilt, for I have done with thee, [Exit.

Jul. O God! O nurse ! how shall this be prevented ?
My husband is on earth ; my faith in heav'n ;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heav'n,
By leaving earth? Comfort me, counsel me.
Alack, alack, that Heav'n should praaise Atratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself!
What fay'st thou? halt thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse-

Nurse. 'Faith, here it is :
Romeo is banishd; 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 fince the case fo stands, as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the Count.,
Oh, he's a lovely gentleman !
Romeo's a dish clout to him ; an eagle, Madam,
Hath not so keen, so quick, fo fair an eye
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you 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 living hence, and you no ufc of him,

ful. Speak'st thou from the heart ?

Nurse. And from my soul too, Or elle beshrew them both.

Jul. Amen. Nurse. What?

jul. Well, thou halt comforted me marvellous much. Go in, and tell my Lady I am gonem

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Having displeas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,
To make conteffion, and to be absolved.

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

Jul. Ancient dampation ! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my Lord with that same tongue
Which she hath praised him with above compare,
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,

IV.

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SCENE I.

The monastery.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris,
Fri. N Thursday, Sir! the time is very short.

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

Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind :
Uneven is this course, I like it not.

Par. Inmoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love.
For Venus (miles not in a house of tears.
Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she thould give her sorrow fo much sway ;
And, in his wisdom, haftes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be puc from her by fociety.
Now, do you know the reason of this haste ?
Fri. I wouid I knew not why it should be slow'd.

[ Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady tow'rds cell,

Enter Juliet.
Par. Welcome, my love, my lady, and my wife !
Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife.
Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next,
jui, What must be, thall be,
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Par. Come you to make confeflion to this father?
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you,
Par. Do not deny to him that you love me.
Jul. I will confess to you that I love him.
Par. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

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

Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.

Jul. The tears ave got small victory by chat :
For it was bad enough before their right,
Par. Thou wrong'st it more than tears, with that

report.
Jul. That is no slander, Sir, which is but truth;
And what I speak, I speak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is inine, and thou hast flander'd it.

Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own.
Are you at leisure, holy father, now ;
Or shall I come to you at evening-mass ?

Fri, My leisure ferves me, pensive daughter, now.
My Lord, I must intreat the time alone.

Par. God fhield I should disturb devotion.
Julięt, on Thursday early will I rouse you :
Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Paris.

Jul. Go shut the door; and when chou hast done io,
Come weep with me, palt hope, past cure, past help.

Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief;
It strains me past the compass of my

wirs.
I hear you must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On Thursday next be married to this Count.

Jul. 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 relolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's; thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Roineo feal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall flay them both.
Therefore, out of thy long experienc'd time,
Give me some present countel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that
Which the commission of 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,

Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desp'rate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou hast the strength or will to flay thyself,
Then it is likely thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cops with death himself, to 'scape from it :
And if thou dar'it, i'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Or chain me to some steepy mountain's top,
Where roaring bears and favage lions roam;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er cover'd quite with dead mens' rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;
Or bid me go into a new.made grave,
And bide me with a dead man in his shroud ;
(Things, that to hear them nam'd, have made me trem.
And I will do it without fear or doubt, [ble) ;
To live an unftain'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 Fach vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His nat'ral progress, but lurcease to beat. No warmth. no breath, fhall teftify thou liveft ; The roles in thy lips and cheeks Iball fade To paly alhes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he thuts up the day of life ; Each part, depriv'd of fupple government, Sball Aiff, and stark, and cold appear like death :

VOL, VIII.

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