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Nurse. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and

weeps ;
And now falls on her bed; and then starts up,
And Tybalt calls ; and then on Romeo cries,
And then down falls again.

As if that name,
Shot from the deadly level of a gun,
Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand
Murder'd her kinsman.-0, tell me, friar, tell me,
In what vile part of this anatomy
Doth my name lodge? tell me, that I may

sack The hateful mansion.

[drawing his sword. F. Lau.

Hold tlay desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art : Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. Unseemly woman, in a seeming man! Or ill-beseeming beast, in seeming both! Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better temper'd. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself, And slay thy lady too that lives in thec, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail’st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and

earth ? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do

meet In thee at once, which thou at once wouldst lose. Fie, fie! thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which, like a usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed

Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit.
Thy noble shape is but a form of wax,
Digressing from the valor of a man ;
Thy dear love, sworn, but hollow perjury,
Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;
Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love,
Mis-shapen in the conduct of them both,
Like powder in a skill-less soldier's flask,
Is set on fire by thine own ignorance,
And thou dismember'd with thine own defence.1
What, rouse thee, man! thy Juliet is alive,
For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead;
There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee,
But thou slew'st Tybalt; there art thou happy too :
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,
And turns it to exile; there art thou happy too :
A pack of blessings lights upon thy back;
Happiness courts thee in her best array;
But, like a misbehaved and sullen wench,
Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love.
Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.
Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed ;
Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her;
But, look, thou stay not till the watch be set,
For then thou canst not pass to Mantua;
Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time
To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, ,
Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back

i Torn to pieces with thine own weapons.

With twenty huudred thousand times more joy
Than thou went'st forth in lamentation.-
Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady;
And bid her hasten all the house to bed,
Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto :
Romeo is coming.
Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the

To hear good counsel : 0, what learning is !-
My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come.

Ro. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.

Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir : Hie you, make haste ; for it grows very late.

[Exit Nurse. Ro. How well my comfort is revived by this ! F. Lau. Go hence: good night; and here stands

all your state: 1 Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day disguised from hence : Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you, that chances here. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night.

Ro. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee. Farewell.


| The whole of your fortune depends on this.


A room in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter. Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I :-Well, we were born to die.'Tis very late; she 'll not come down to-night: I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago.

Pa. These times of woe afford no time to woo. Madam, good night; commend me to your daughter. L. Cap. I will, and know her mind early to

morrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness.

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate 1 tender Of my

child's love. I think, she will be ruled
In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not.
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ;
Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love ;
And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-
But, soft; what day is this?

Monday, my lord.
Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too

soon ;

O' Thursday let it be ;—.' Thursday, tell her,

1 Bold.

She shall be married to this noble earl:-
Will you be ready? do you like this haste ?
We 'll keep no great ado; ;-a friend or two:
For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
It may be thought we held him carelessly,
Being our kinsman, if we revel much :
Therefore we 'll have some half a dozen friends,
And there an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Pa. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-

Cap. Well, get you gone :-o' Thursday be it

Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed ;
Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-
Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!
Afore me, it is so very late, that we
May call it early by and by.—Good night. [Exeunt.


Juliet's chamber.

Ju. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day :
It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear:
Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.
Believe. me, love, it was the nightingale.

Ro. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks
Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east:

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