SCENE IV. A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and PARIS. I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo: Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. La. 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 tender3 Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextBut, soft; What day is this? Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? ha! ha' Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be;-o' Thursday, tell her, 7 mew'd up-] This is a phrase from falconry. A mew was a place of confinement for hawks. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender-] Desperate means only bold, adventurous, as if he had said in the vulgar phrase, I will speak a bold word, and venture to promise you my daughter. We'll keep no great ado;-a friend, or two:- It may be thought we held him carelessly, Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone:-O' Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.— May call it early by and by:-Good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIet. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:9 Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; 9 Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree:] This is not merely a poetical supposition. It is observed of the nightingale, that, if undisturbed, she sits and sings upon the same tree for many weeks together. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; 4 Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; 1 the pale reflex-] The appearance of a cloud opposed to the moon. 2 I have more care to stay,-] Care for inclination. 3 sweet division;] Division seems to have been the technical phrase for the pauses or parts of a musical composition. 4 Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.] The hunts-up was the name of the tune anciently played to wake the hunters, and collect them together. But a huntsup also signified a morning song to a new-married woman, the day after her marriage, and is used here in that sense. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll de scend. Jul. Art thou gone so? friend! love! my my [ROMEO descends. lord! my I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity 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: you: [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; 5 That is renown'd for faith?] This Romeo, so renown'd for faith, was but the day before dying for love of another woman : yet this is natural. Romeo was the darling object of Juliet's love, and Romeo was, of course, to have every excellence. For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? 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. 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, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. La Cap. 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. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. procures her hither?] Procures for brings. |