SCENE II.-Hall in CAPULET'S House.

Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.

[Exit first 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.

Cap. Go, be gone.

[Exit second Servant.

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?

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.

Enter JULIET.

Cap. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition

To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd

By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here,

And beg your pardon :-pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this:
I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell;
And gave him what becomed love I might,

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,—stand up,This is as't should be.-Let me see the county;

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

As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

Lady C. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her.-We'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse.

Lady C. We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night.

Cap.

Tush, I will stir about,

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;

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 him up

Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.

SCENE III.-JULIET'S Chamber.

Enter JULIET and Nurse.

[Exeunt.

Jul. 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.

Lady C. What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd 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 with you;

For I am sure you have your hands full all
In this so sudden business.

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

[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Jul. Farewell!-God knows when we shall meet again.

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, vial.

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married, then, to-morrow morning?—
No, no;-this shall forbid it:-lie thou there.-

[Laying down her 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 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 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' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;—
O, 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?—
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!-
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[Throws herself on the bed.

SCENE IV.-Hall in CAPULET'S House.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

Lady C. 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 curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:-
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:

Spare not for cost.

Nurse.

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.

Lady C. 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,

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.

What's there?

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 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, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

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,
For so he said he would:-I hear him near.-

[Exit.

[Music within. Nurse!-wife!-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say!

Re-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 war

rant her, she:

Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!

Why, love, I say!-madam! sweetheart!-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 must needs 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, dress'd! 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.

Lady C. What noise is here?
Nurse.

Lady C. What is the matter?
Nurse.

O lamentable day!

Look, look! O heavy day!

Lady C. 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!
Lady C. 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!
Lady C.

O woeful 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 LAWRENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. Fri. L. 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:-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, living, 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?

Lady C. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!