Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. It may be so, 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 serves me, pensive daughter, now: My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you : Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit PARIS. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help! Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And I will do it without fear or doubt, Take thou this phial, being then in bed, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt. SCENE II. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. — [Exit 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. [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt 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. [Exeunt. Jul. Ay, those attires are best: - But, gentle nurse, 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. Must I of force be married to the county?— 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, The horrible conceit of death and night, So early waking, · what with loathsome smells; [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. Enter CAPULET. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd. The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock : Nurse. - Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd 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. [Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Now, fellow, What's there? Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. 1 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 logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with musick straight, [Masick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near: Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! - Juliet ! fast, I warrant her, she: - Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, 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. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! O love! O life! - not life, but love in death! O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child !-Dead art thou, dead! — alack! my child is dead! And, with my child, my joys are buried! Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Your part in her you could not keep from death; Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;And go, sir Paris; every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, and Friar. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up, For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Erit Nurse. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may bc amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart' ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays -My heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crochets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagAnswer me like men: ger: When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then musick, with her silver sound; Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, News from Verona! - How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Bal. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter ger thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASA F. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means: - O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Doing more murders in this loathsome world, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. : Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.-Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting, that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? John. I could not send it, - here it is again, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger: Friar John, go hence Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. ; John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. But I will write again to Mantua, [Exit. SCENE III.-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom? Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. — Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ; — with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died, — [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, |