For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, 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.-Loggia to Juliet's Chamber. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day : Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, "T is but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Straining harsh discords, and unpleasing sharps. say, This doth not so, for she divideth us : Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Ex. Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [Roм. descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? love! lord! ay-husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity a Sweet division. A division in music is a number of quick notes sung to one syllable; a kind of warbling. 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; [Exit ROMEO. 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? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? 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 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. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend 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. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he be 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 lives. 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. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that bath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright.— How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. 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 bless'd, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? |