As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you,
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business.

La. Cap.

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, vial.-

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.
[Laying down a dagger.

What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured,
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.

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 réceptacle,
Where, for this 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;-
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environéd 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.

Enter CAPULET.

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

crowed,

The curfew bell hath rung, 't is three o'clock :— Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:

Spare not for cost.

Nurse.

Get

you

Go, go, you cot-quean, go;

to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow

For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit.

ere now

What! I have watched

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!—

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.

What's there?

Now, fellow,

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, 't is day:
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would.-[Music within.] 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

That you 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, i' 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!