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Of disobedient opposition
Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this ;
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave
him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, -stand up:
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
think fit to furnish me to-morrow? La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time
enough. 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,
To county Paris, to prepare him up
[Exeunt. SCENE III.
Enter JULIET and Nurse.
Jul. Ay, those attires are best:—But, gentle nurse, I 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. What, are you busy? do you need my
help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd 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 up
you; For, I am sure, you
hands full all,
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:
[Laying down a dagger.
At some hours in the night spirits resort;-
[She throws herself on the bed.
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.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
[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 Sero.]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
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,