Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself; Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And I will do it without fear or doubt, consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow; death: comes And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Farewell, dear father. [Exeunt. SCENE II-A Room in CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and SERVANTS. Cap. So many guests invite as here arewrit.[Exit SERVANT. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canst thou try them so? 2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cup. Go, begone. [Exit SERVANT, We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift* with merry look. Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the Of disobedient opposition [sin To you, and your behests ; and am enjoin'd [ing. And gave him what becomed; love I might, Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,stand up: [ty; This is as't should be.-Let me see the coun Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments 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, [wife: SCENE III.-JULIET'S Chamber. Jal. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; 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: • Confession. Becoming. La. Cap. Good night! have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.- What if this mixture do not work at all? What if it be a poison, which the friar To whose foul mouth no healthsome air And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? say, [bones At some hours in the night spirits resort ;- So early waking,-what with loathsome smells; That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;*- [She throws herself on the Bed. Enter SERVANTS, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 SERV.] Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit. say! Enter NURSE. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; [Exeunt. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet! -fast, I warrant her, she:Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-abed! Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!— why, bride! What, not a word?-you take your penny. worths now; [rant, Sleep for a week: for the next night, I war- Ay, let the county take you in your bed; I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch, well-a-day, that ever I was born! more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.t Enter CAPULET. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfeu bell hath wrung, 'tis three o'clock:- Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady! Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!— Enter CAPULET. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her ierd is come. Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled; and her joints are stiff; Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with MUSI CIANS. Flower as she was, deflowered by him. And doth it give me such a sight as this? Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw Most lamentable day! most woeful day, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd, Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now child! Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried! Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, And go, Sir Paris;-every one prepare LET, PARIS, and FRIAR. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit NURSE. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :-Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music, with her silver sound; Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? I 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: will say for you. It is music with her silver Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. + To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel, "And the jocund reber sound."-Milton. 900 sound, because such fellows as you have seldom cold for sounding : Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE 1.-Mantua.-A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? Enter BALTHASAR. News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Bal. No, my good lord. straight. Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means:-0, mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Herbs. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar JoHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Enter Friar LAURENCE. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John. I could not send it,-here it is But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry [Exit. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his PAGE, bearing Flowers and a Torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Puge. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Pur. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain "Ihe perfect model of eternity; Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Accept this latest favour at my hands; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR with a Torch, Mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning [ger Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, I. e. On a trivial or idle subject. TA. Action of importance. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Rom. Thon détestable maw, thou womb of death Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking open the Door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Monta gue, [grief, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which It is supposed the fair creature died,And here is come to do some villanous shame To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.— [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me;-think upon these gone; Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, And do attach thee as a felon here. watch. [Exit PAGE. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris:- I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i e. depart The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated. + Presence chamber. |