Par. That may be, muft be, Love, on Thursday next. Jul. What must be, fhall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. To answer That, were to confess to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. ful. I will confefs to you, that I love him. Par. So will ye, I am fure, that you love me. Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got fmall victory by that: For it was bad enough before their spight. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no flander, Sir, which is but truth, Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. Par. God fhield, I fhould disturb devotion: Juliet, on Thursday early will I rowze you: 'Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kifs. [Exit Paris. Jul. Go, fhut the door, and when thou haft done fo, Come weep with me, paft hope, paft cure, past help. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It strains me paft the Compafs of my Wits. Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'ft of this, Shall Shall be the label to another deed, As That is defp'rate which we would prevent. A thing like death to chide away this shame, Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And hide me with a dead man in his fhroud; (Things, that to hear them nam'd, have made me tremble;) And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my fweet love. Fri. Hold, then, go home, be merry, give confent To marry Paris; Wednesday is to morrow; To morrow Night, look, that thou lye alone. (Let not thy Nurfe lye with thee in thy chamber :) Take thou this vial, being then in Bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run D 2 A cold A cold and drowfie humour, which fhall feize In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell me not of fear. [Taking the vial. Fri. Hold, get you gone, be ftrong and profperous In this Refolve; I'll fend a Friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. Jul. Love, give me strength, and strength shall help afford. Farewel, dear father! [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE changes to Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and two or three Servants. Cap. So many Guefts invite, as here are writ ; Si Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Ser. You fhall have none ill, Sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. Cap. How canft thou try them fo? Ser. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers therefore he that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, be gone. We fhall be much unfurnish'd for this time: Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is. Enter Juliet. Nurfe. See, where fhe comes from Shrift with merry Look. Cap. How now, my head-ftrong? where have you been gadding? Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the fin To You and your Behefts; and am enjoin'd And beg your pardon: Pardon, I beseech you! Cap. Send for the County, go, tell him of this, Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, stand up; D 3 Now, Now, afore God, this reverend holy Friar, Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me into my closet, As you think fit to furnish me to morrow? La. Cap. No, not 'till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurfe, go with her; we'll to Church to [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We fhall be short in our provifion; 'Tis now near night. morrow. Cap. Tufh, I will ftir about, What, ho! And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife: my felf [Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet. SCENE changes to Juliet's Chamber. Jul. Enter Juliet and Nurse. Y, thofe attires are beft; but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to my felf to night: For I have need of many Orifons To move the heav'ns to fmile upon my State, Enter lady Capulet. La. Cap. What, are you bufie, do you need my help? Jul. No, Madam, we have cull'd fuch neceffaries As are behoveful for our ftate to morrow: So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night fit up with you: La. Cap. Good night, Get |