Come death and welcome: Juliet wills it fo.
What fays my love? let's talk, it is not day.
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone;
It is the Lark that fings fo out of tune,
Straining harfh difcords, and unpleafing fharps.
O now be gone, more light and light it grows.

Rom. More light and light? -more dark and dark our Farewel, my love: one kifs, and I'll be gone. [woes.. Enter Nurse.

Nurfe. Madam.

Jul. Nurfe

Nurfe. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke, be wary, look about.

ful. Art thou gone fo? love! lord! ah husband, friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour,

For in love's hours there are many days.

O by this count I fhall be much in years,
Ere I again behold my Romeo.

Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity,

That may convey my greetings to my

love.

ful. O think'st thou we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not, and all thefe woes fhall ferve

For fweet difcourfes, in our time to come.

Jul. O heav'n! I have an ill divining foul, Methinks I fee thee, now thou'rt parting from me, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb!

Either my eye-fight fails, or thou look'st pale.

Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye so do you:
Dry forrow drinks our blood. Adieu!
My life, my love, my foul, Adieu!

SCENE

Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet.

VIII.

[Exeunt.

H fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him That is renown'd for faith? be fickle, fortune :

For

For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But fend him back again.

Enter lady Capulet.

La. Cap. Ho daughter, are you up?

Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my lady mother?
What unaccustom'd caufe procures her hither?
La. Cap. Why how now, Juliet.

Jul. Madam, I'm not well.

La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears ? Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a lofs as mine. La. Cap. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. ful. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time. What are they, I beseech your lady fhip?

La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child; One, who to put thee from thy heaviness,

Hath forted out a fudden day of joy,

That thou expect'ft not, nor I look'd not for.

Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The county Paris, at St. Peter's church, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. Jul. I wonder at this hafte, that I must wed Ere he that must be husband comes to woo. I pray you tell my lord and father, madam, I cannot marry yet.

La Cap. Here comes your father, tell him fo yourself, And fee how he will take it at your hands.

Enter Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what ftill in tears, Evermore showering? Why how now, wife?

Have you deliver'd to her our decree?

La Cap. Ay, Sir,but she will none,fhe gives you thanks: I would the fool were married to her grave.

Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife, How, will the none? doth the not give us thanks ? Is the not proud; doth the not count her bleft, (Unworthy as fhe is,) that we have wrought So worthy gentleman to be her bridegroom? Jul. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate, that is meant love.

Cap.

Cap. Thank me no thankings,

But fettle your fine joints against Thurfday next,
To go with Paris to faint Peter's church :
Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.
La. Cap. Fy, fy, what, are you mad?

ful. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience, but to speak a word.

Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, difobedient wretch,
I tell thee what; get thee to church a Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face.

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.
Wife, we scarce thought us bleft,

That God had fent us but this only child,
But now I fee this one is one too much,
And that we have a curfe in having her:
Out on her, hilding.

Nurfe. Heaven blefs her:

You are to blame, my lord, to rate her fo

Cap. And why, my lady wifdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence, fmatter with your goffips, go.

Nurfe. I speak no treason.

Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool;

Utter your gravity o'er a goffip's bowl,

For here we need it not.

La. Cap. You are too hot.

Cap. Good wife, it makes me mad; day, night, late, early,

At home, abroad; alone, in company,

Waking or fleeping; ftill my care hath been
To have her match'd; and having now provided
A gentleman of noble parentage,

Of fair demeans; youthful, and nobly allied,
Proportion'd as ones thought would with a man:
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender
To answer, I'll not wed, I cannot love,
I am too young, I pray you pardon me.--
But, if you will not wed, look to't, think on't,
I do not use to jeft.- Thursday is near.
If be mine, I'll give you to my
you

friend :

If

If you be not, hang, beg, ftarve, die i'th' ftreets;
For by my foul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. [Exit.
Jul. Is there no pity fitting in the clouds,
That fees into the bottom of my grief?
O fweet my mother, caft me not away,
Delay this marriage for a month, a week,
Or if you do not, make the bridal bed
In that dim monument where Tibalt 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. ful. O heav'n! O nurse, how fhall this be prevented? Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise ftratagems Upon fo foft a fubject as myself.

Nurfe. Rife, faith here it is:

Romeo is banish'd; 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 cafe fo ftands, I think it beft
You married with the count.

Jul. Speakeft thou from thy heart?

Nurfe. And from my foul too,

Or elfe befhrew them both.

Jul. Amen, Amen.

Nurfe. What?

ful. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Having difpleas'd my father, to Lawrence' cell,

To make confeffion, and to be abfolved.

Nurfe. Marry I will, and this is wifely done. [Exit.
Jul. Ancient damnation! O moft wicked fiend!
Is it more fin to wifh me thus forfworn,

Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue
Which he hath prais'd him with above compare,
So many thousand times? go, counsellor,
Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain ;
I'll to the friar to know his remedy;
If all elfe fail, myfelf have power to die.

[Exit.

ACT

A C T IV. SCENE I.

The Monaftery.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
FRIAR.

N Thursday, Sir! the time is very short.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so,
And I am nothing flow to flack his haste.
Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind:
Uneven is this courfe, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tibalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love,
For Venus fmiles not in a house of tears.
Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous
That she should give her forrow fo much fway;
And in his wisdom haftes our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears;
Now do you know the reafon of this hafte.

Fri. I would I knew not why it should be flow'd,
Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my 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, muft be, love, on Thursday next. -
Jul. What must be, shall be.

Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father?
Jul. To anfwer that were to confefs to you:

Are you at leifure, holy father, now,

Or fhall I come to thee at evening mafs?

Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now.

My lord, I muft intreat the time alone.

Par. Heav'n fhield, I fhould disturb devotion: Juliet, farewel,

[Exit Paris.