Ju

be much in years,

1ry Romeo.

I will oft no pportunity,
vmeetings, love, to thee

st, ou, we shall ever ricet IT

.ot and all these woes -br.

nene in our time to cor.e.

All I have an ili divining soul.

Mathis, I see thes, now thou at bed w,

As one dead in the bottom of a tub.
Either my eyesight in or tanu boast þál.

Ro. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu!

[Exit Romeo.

Ju. O Fortune, Fortune! all men call thee

fickle:

If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, Fortune;
For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

L. Cap. [within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Ju. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady mother?
Is she not down so late, or up so early?
What unaccustom'd cause procures 1 her hither?

Enter LADY CAPULET.

L. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?

Ju.

Madam, I am not well.

L. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's

death?

What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?

An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of

love;

But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Ju. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
L. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the
friend

1 Brings.

Which you weep for.

Ju.

Feeling so the loss,

I cannot choose but ever weep the friend.

L. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death,

As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him.

Ju. What villain, madam?

L. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Ju. Villain and he are many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. L. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives.

Ju. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands.

Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! L. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou

not:

Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,—
Where that same banish'd runagate doth live,—

That shall bestow on him so sure a draught,
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company;
And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied.
Ju. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
With Romeo, till I behold him-dead-
Is my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd.
Madam, if you could find out but a man
To bear a poison, I would temper it;
That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof,
Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors
To hear him named; and cannot come to him,-