Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'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 I 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 fest'ring 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' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;'—
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,2
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?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!-

(1) The fabulous accounts of the plant called mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and say that when it is torn from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up.

(2) Distracted.

Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the bed.

SCENE IV-Capulet's hall. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter Capulet.

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

crow'd,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:--
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:

Spare not for cost.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get 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 now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt? 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, fellow, What's there?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not

what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Serv.]—
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,

(1) The room where pies were made.

(2) Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman.

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

[Exit.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson! ha,

Thou shalt be logger-head.-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! [Exeunt, SCENE V-Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed. Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress!-Juliet!fast, I warrant her, she:

Why, lamb!—why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!-why, bride!

What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths

now;

Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warrant,
The county Paris hath set up his rest,

That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas-Help! help! my lady's dead!—
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!-

Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What noise is here?

Nurse.

O lamentable day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?

Nurse.

Look, look. heavy day! La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help!-call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is

come.

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; Life and these lips have long been separated> Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Accursed time! unfortunate old man! Nurse. O lamentable day!

La. Cap.

O woful time! 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 Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:
O son, the night before thy wedding-day
Hath death lain with thy bride:-See, there she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?

La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!

Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O wo! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now To murder murder our solemnity?—

O child! O child!-my soul, and not my 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
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:

your

Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was-her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, that lives married long ;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.