Thy noble Shape is but a Form of Wax, And thou difmember'd with thine own Defense. Nurfe. O lord, I could have ftaid here all night long, To hear good counfel: oh, what Learning is! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Rom. Do fo, and bid my Sweet prepare to chide. Nurfe. Here, Sir, a ring fhe bid me give you, Sir: Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! Fri. Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man, [Exeunt. SCENE changes to Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Cap. T Hings have fallen out, Sir, fo unluckily, Look you, the lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly, -- 'Tis very late, fhe'll not come down to night. I promise you, but for your Company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe: 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 defperate tender Par. Monday, my lord. Cap. Monday? Ha ha! well, Wednesday is too foon, On Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, Being our kinfman, if we revel much : Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends, And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday? Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone-on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [To lady Cap. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewel, my lord- light to my chamber, hoa! 'Fore me, it is fo very late, that we May call it early by and by. Good night. [Exeunt, SCENE, Juliet's Chamber looking to the Garden. Enter Romeo and Juliet, above at a window; a ladder of ropes fet. Jul.W Ilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn, Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well: Come Come death, and welcome: Juliet wills it fo. Straining harsh difcords, and unpleafing sharps. Some fay, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; our Woes. Nurse. Madam, Jul. Nurfe? Enter Nurse. Nurfe. 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. Farewel, farewel; one Kiss, and I'll defcend. [Romeo defcends. ful. Art thou gone fo? love! lord! ah husband! friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, Jul. O think ft thou, we fhall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes fhall ferve For fweet difcourfes, in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul. Methinks, I fee thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eye-fight fails, or thou look'ft pale. Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye so do you: Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu. [Exit Romeo. Jul. Oh fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what doft thou with him Enter lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up? Jul. Who is't, that calls? is it my lady mother? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death ? What, wilt thou wash him from his Grave with tears? An' if thou could'ft, thou could'st not make him live; Therefore, have done. Some Grief fhews much of Love; But much of Grief fhews ftill fome want of Wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. La. Cap. So fhall you feel the Lofs, but not the Friend Which you do weep for. Jul. Feeling fo the Lofs, I cannot chufe but ever weep the Friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his death, As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. ful. What villain, Madam? La. Ca. That fame 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. Jul. I, Madam, from the Reach of these my hands: 'Would, None but I might venge my Coufin's Death! La. Cap. We will have Vengeance for it, fear Thou not: Then weep no more. I'll fend to one in Mantua, Jul. |