'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution
As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That copist with death himself to 'scape from it;
And, if thou dar’st, I 'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : Take thou this phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off: When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour; for 110 pulse Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv’st;


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The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death ;
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead :
Then (as the manner of our country is,)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Be borne to burial in thy kindreds' grave,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear.

Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help

afford. Farewell, dear father!

[Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Room in Capulet's House, Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.

t Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

2 Serv. You shall have none ill, şir; for I 'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so ?

2 Serv. Marry, sir, 't is an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers : therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone.

[Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ?

Nurse. Ay, forsooth,

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-willid harlotry it is.

Enter JULIET. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with merry

look. Cap. How now, my headstrong ? where have you

been gadding?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
To beg your pardon :- Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap. Send for the county; go tell bim of this ;
I 'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell ;
And gave him what becomed a love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well, stand 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,

A Becomed-becoming.

To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we 'll to church to-

morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurce. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'T is 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 housewife for this once.—What, ho! They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself To county Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow : my heart is wond'rous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.

SCENE III.—Juliet's Chamber.

Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle nurse,
I pray thee, leave me to myself 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.

La. Cap. What are you busy, ho? Need you my help?

Jul. No, madam ; we have cullid such necessaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.
La. Cap.

Good night!
Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.


Jul. Farewell !—God knows, when we shall meet

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me;
Nurse ! - What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
Come, phial.-
What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
No, no;—this shall forbid it :- lie thou there.--

[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the friar
Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
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 mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it 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 pack'd;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-
Alack, alack! it is 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;
0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

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