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To beg your Pardon: Pardon I beseech you,
Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.
Cap. Send for the Count, 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 becoming Love I might,
Not Itepping o'er the bounds of Modesty.
Cap. Why I am glad on't, this is well
, ftand 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 fort such needful Ornaments,
As you think fit to furnish me to morrow?
La. Cap. No not'till Thursday, there is time enough.
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,
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 Huswife for this once. What ho?
They are all forth; well I will walk my self
To County Paris, to prepare him up
Against to morrow. My Heart is wondrous Light,
Since this same way-ward Girl is so reclaim’d.
[Exeunt Capulet and Lady Cap.
SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse.
ful. Ay, those Attires are best; but, gentle Nurse,
pray thee leave me to my self 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.
La. Cap. What are you busie, ho ? Need you my help?
Jul. No, Madam, we have cuild fuch Necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to morrow :
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the Nurse this Night fit up with you;
For I am sure you have your Hands full all,
In this so sudden Business.
Mo. Good night,
Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [Exeunt.
Jul. Farewel; God knows, when we shall meet again. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my Veins, That almoft freezes up the heat of Fire : I'll call them back again to comfort me. Nurse what should she do here? My dismal Scene, I needs must ađ alone : Come Vial what if this Mixture do not work at all 3 Shall I be married to morrow Morning? No, no, this shall forbid it; Lye thou there.
[Pointing to a Dagger. What if it be a Poison, which the Friar, Subtilly hath ministred, to have me dead, Lest in this Marriage he should be dishonourd, 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. 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 Month no healthsome Air breaths in, And there die strangled e'er my Romeo comes? Or if I live, it is 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 packt; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in Earth, Lies festring in his Shrowd; 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
Or if I walk, shall I not be distraught,
Invironed with all these hideous Fears,
And madly play with my Fore-fathers 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 his Rapier's Point: Stay, Tybalt stay!
Romeo! Romeo! Romeo ! here's drink --- I drink to thee.[Exit.
SCENE IV. A Hall.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.
La. Cap. Hold,
Take these Keys and fetch more Spices, Nurse.
Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastry:
Cap. Come, ftir; ftir, stir,
The second Cock hath crow'd,
The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a Clock :
Look to the bak’d Meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for cost.
Nur. Go, you Cot-quean; go;
Get you to Bed; faith you'll be fick to morrow
For this Night's Watching.
Cap. No not a whit, I have watch'd e'er now
All Night for a less Cause, and ne'er been fick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a Mouse-hunt, in your time, But I will watch you, from such watching, now.
Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood
Now, Fellow, what's there?
Enter three or four with Spits, and Logs, and Baskets.
Ser. Things for the Cook, Sir, but I know not what.
Cap. Make haste, make hafte, Sirrah, fetch drier Logs.
Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.
Ser. I have a Head, Sir, that will find out Logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Cap. Mass and well said, a merry Horfon, ha! Thou shalt be Logger-head good Faith, 'tis Day.
The County will be here with Musick straight,
For so he said he would. I hear him near.
Nurse, Wife, what ho? What, Nurse, I say?
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris : Hie, make haste,
Make hafte, I say.
[Exit Capulet. SCENE draws and discovers Juliet on a Bed. Nur. Mistress, what Mistress ! Juliet ! Fast I warrant her. 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 reft, That you
should reft but little — God forgive me
Marry and Amen How found 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 y'faith. Will it not be?
What drest, and in your Cloaths ---- and down again!
I must needs awake you: Lady, Lady, Lady
Alas! alas! help! help! my Lady's dead.
Oh 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?
Nur. O lamentable Day !
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nur. Look, look oh heavy Day!
La. Cap. Ome, O me, my Child, my only Life!
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee :
Help, help, call help.
Cap. For shame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come.
Nur. She's dead, Deceast, 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, the'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 the Field.
Nur. 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 Lawrence, and Paris.
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 Wife: See, there she lies,
Flower as the was, Deflower'd now by him :
Death is my Son-in-Law, Death is my Heir,
My Daughter he hath wedded. I will dye,
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 light as this?
La. Cap. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful Day,
Most miserable Hour, that e'er time law
In lasting Labour of his Pilgrimage.
Butone, poor one, one poor and loving Child,
But one thing to rejoice and folace in,
And cruel Death hath catcht it from my fight,
Nur. 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 fo black a Day as this:
Owoful Day! O woful Day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, slain!
Most dereftable Death, by thee beguild,
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'ft thou now
To murther, murther our Solemnity?
O Child! O Child! my Soul, and not my Child!