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Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell.
(Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A room in Capulet's house. En
ter 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 lov'd 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.
Par. These times of wo afford no time to woo : Madam, good night : commend me to your daughLa. 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 tender
my child's love : I think, she will be rul'd
Monday, my lord.
(1) Shut up
Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to
Cap. Well, get you gone :-0 Thursday be it
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the mora,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I :
Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away ;
It is the lark that sings so out of tune,
[Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend.
(Romeo descends. Jul. Art thou gone so ? my love! my lord! my
be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewell ! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul : Methinks, I see thee now thou art below,
(1) Division was the technical phrase for musical composition.
(2) A tune played to wake hunters, also a morn. ing song to a woman the day after marriage.
As one dead in the bottom of a tomb:
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eyes so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu!
[Exit Romeo. Jul. 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.
La. Cap. (Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my lady mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procuresl her hither?
Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul.
Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's
death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much of
love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit.
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
friend Which you weep for. Jul.
Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much
for his death,
Jul. What villain, madam?
That same villain, Romeo. Jul. 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.
lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my
hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. 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.
Jul. 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.-0, how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd,-and cannot come to him,To wreak the love í bore my cousin Tybalt Upon his body that hath slaughter'd bim!
La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such
But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time :
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
Jul. Now, by Saint Peter's church, and Peter too,