SCENE IV. A room in Capulet's house. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I :-Well, we were born to die. Par. These times of woe afford no time to O' Thursday let it be o' Thursday, tell her, Par. My lord, I would that Thursday weic to-morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone: o' Thursday be it, then. Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, SCENE V. Capulet's orchard. 30 [Exeunt. Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what enviou streaks 10 Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: I am content, so thou wilt have it so. Jul. It is, it is hie hence, be gone, away! eyes; 30 O, now I would they had changed voices too! Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day, O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Rom. More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! 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? 51 Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu ! [Exit. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle : 60 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? La. Cap. Jul. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cous in's death? 70 What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst 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. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him 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, 89 Where that same banish'd runagate doth live, Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, 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-deadIs 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. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him, To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. 99 Evermore showering? In one little body 131 Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; them, Without a sudden calm, will overset La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. 140 I would the fool were married to her grave! Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. How! will she none? doth she not give us thanks ? Is she not proud? doth she not count her blest, Proud can I never be of what I hate ; 150 I tell thee what get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face: My fingers itch. Wife, we scarce thought us blest That God had lent us but this only child; Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. you; 220 Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? |