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For hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
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.Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by and by :-Good night. [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-Loggia to Juliet's Chamber,
Enter Romeo and Juliet.
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the mom,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death ;
'T is but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away;
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. descends. Jul. Art thou gone so ? love! lord! ay-husband,
Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity
Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again ? a Sweet division. A divisiou 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 ;
Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do 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; 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 ? 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.
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.
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
Then weep no more. I 'll send to one in Mantua,-
Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied
a man. But now I 'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time:
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter tvo,
La. Cap. Here comes your father ; tell him so your
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? Evermore showering? In one little body Thou counterfeit’st a bark, a sea, a wind : For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who,-raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? Have you deliver’d to her our decree? 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 ber bless’d, Unworthy as she is, that we have wrought So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom?