Jul. Ay, those attires are best.-But, gentle nurse,
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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.

Enter LADY CAPULET.

La. Cap.

La. Cap. What, are you busy? Do you need my

help?
Jul. No, madam; we have culled such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow;
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit ир

with

you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.

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,
That almost freezes up the heat of life;
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurse! What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.---
Come, phial.-
What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Must I of force be married to the county ?-
No, no ;-this shall forbid it ;-lie thou there.-

What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored,
Because he married me before to Romeo ?
I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man ;
I will not entertain so bad a thought.----
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place,-
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed ;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud ; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;
Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,
So early waking --what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad; 2
0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Upon a rapier's point.--Stay, Tybalt, stay!--
Romeo, I come ! this do I drink to thee.

[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.

[Exit Nurse.

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Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath

crowed,
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.---
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica :
Spare not for cost.
La. Cap.

Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed ; "faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Сар. . No, not a whit; what! I have watched ere

now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt* in your

time;
But I will watch you from such watching now.

[Exit LADY CAPULET. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !--Now, fellow, What's there?

SC. V.)

ROMEO AND JULIET.

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Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.
Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]

Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be loggerhead.—Good faith, 'tis day; The county will be here with music straight.

[Music within For so he said he would. I hear him near.Nurse !--Wife !-what, ho ;-what, nurse, I say!

Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris.---Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already.
Make haste, I say!

[Exeunt.

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-a-bed! Why, love, I say!--madam! sweet-heart !-why,

bride! What, not a word ?-You take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week ; for the next night, I warrant, The county Paris hath set up his rest,

1 Nashe, in his Terrors of the Night, quibbles in the same manner on this expression :-" You that are married and have wives of your owne, and yet hold too nere friendship with your neighbors, set up your rests, that the night will be an ill neighbor to your rest, and that you shall have as little peace of minde as the rest."

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That you shall rest but little.

shall rest but little.-God forgive me, (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, in faith. Will it not be ? What, dressed! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady! Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead !O, well-a-day, that ever I was born Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--my lord ! my lady! !

Enter LADY CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse.

O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.

Look, look! 0 heavy day!
La. Cap. O me, 0 me!--my child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!--
Help, help!--call help.

Enter CAPULET.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord is come.
Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the

day!
La. Cap. 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;
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field !
Accursed time ! unfortunate old man.

Nurse. O lamentable day!
La. Cap.

O woful time !
Cap. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make

me wail,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

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