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Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife : Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up 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 Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.


him up


Juliet's chamber.


Ju. 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. L. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my

help? Ju. No, madam ; we have cullid 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 have your hands full all In this so sudden business.

L. Cap.

Good night!
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Ju. Farewell !-God knows, when we shall meet

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, phial.
What, if this mixture do not work at all ?
Must I of force be married to the county ?-
No, no; this shall forbid it:- lie thou there.

[laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor'd,
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:
I will not entertain so bad a thought.-
How if, when 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 receptacle,
Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd ;
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' 1 torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;-
0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, ?
Environed 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 ?
0, 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.

1 This plant was vulgarly supposed to possess a degree of animal life; and, when torn from the ground, to atter a groan fatal to him that pulled it up.

2 Distracted.



Capulet's hall.


L. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the

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

The curfew bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica :
Spare not for cost.

Go, go, you cot-quean, go;

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


All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

L. Cap. Ay, you have been a inouse-hunt 3 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,

' i. e. the room where the pastry was made. 2 A man who busies himself with women's occupations. 3 Mouse was an amorous term of endearment.




fellow, What's there?

Enter SERVANTS, with spits, logs, and baskets. i Ser. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not

what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Servant.] —

Sirrah, fetch drier logs : Call Peter; he will show thee where they are. 2 Ser. 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 loggerhead.-Good faith, 'tis day : The county will be here with music straight,

[music within. For so he said he would. 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.


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