Is it more fin to wish me thus forfworn,

Or to difpraise my lord with that fame tongue
Which the hath prais'd him with above compare,
So many thousand times? go, Counsellor,
'Thou and my bofom henceforth fhall be twain:
I'll to the Friar, to know his remedy:

If all elfe fail, my self have power to die.

[Exit.

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IV.

SCENE, the MONASTERY.

Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.

FRIAR.

N Thurfday, Sir! the time is very short.

Ο Par. My father Capulet will have it so,

And I am nothing flow to flack his hafte. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind : Uneven is this courfe, I like it not.

Par. Immoderately the weeps for Tybalt's death,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love,

For Venus fmiles not in a house of tears.
Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she should give her forrow fo much sway;
And, in his wifom, haftes our marriage,
To ftop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by her self alone,
May be put from her by fociety.

Now do you know the reafon of this hafte?

Fri. I would, I knew not why it should be flow'd.

[Afide. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell.

Enter Juliet.

Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife!
Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife.
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Par. That may be, must be, Love, on Thurfday 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. Jul. I will confefs to you, that I love him. Par. So will ye, I am fure, that you love me. ful. 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, And what I speak, I fpeak it to my face.

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou haft flander'd it. ful. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to you at evening mass ?

Fri. My leifure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My lord, I must intreat the time alone.

Par. God fhield, I should 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 so, Come weep with me, paft hope, paft cure, past help. Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It trains me paft the Compafs of my Wits. I hear, you must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this Count.

Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless, thou tell me how I may prevent it.
If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.

God join'd my heart and Romeo's; thou, our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo feal'd,

Shall

Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall flay them both :
Therefore out of thy long-experienc'd time,
Give me fome prefent counfel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that,
Which the commiffion of thy years and art
Could to no iffue of true honour bring:
Be not fo long to fpeak; I long to die,
If what thou fpeak'ft fpeak not of remedy.
Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'fpy a kind of hope,
Which craves as defperate an execution,

As That is defp'rate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry County Paris,
Thou haft the ftrength of will to flay thy felf,
Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this fhame,
That cop'ft with death himself, to 'fcape from it:
And if thou dar't, I'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower:
Or chain me to fome fteepy mountain's top,
Where roaring bears and favage lions roam;
Or fhut me nightly in a charnel houfe,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead mens' ratling bones,
With reeky thanks, and yellow chaplefs skulls;
Or bid me go into a new-made Grave,

And hide me with a dead man in his fhroud ;
(Things, that to hear them nam'd, have made me trem-
ble;)

And I will do it without fear or doubt,

To live an unftain'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 fhall run

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A cold

A cold and drowfie humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for no Pulfe fhall keep
His nat❜ral progrefs, but furceafe to beat.
No warmth, no breath, fhall teftify thou liveft;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks fhall fade
To paly afhes; thy eyes' windows fall,

Like death, when he fhuts up the day of life;
Each Part, depriv'd of fupple Government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like Death:
And in this borrowed likeness of fhrunk 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 rowfe 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 kindred's Grave:
Thou shalt be borne to that fame antient vault,
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lye.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
And hither fhall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy Waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua;
And This fhall free thee from this present Shame,
If no unconftant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

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, Narfe, and two or three
Servants.

Cap Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

O many Guests invite, as here are writ;

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:

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?
Nurfe. Ay, forfooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do fome good on her : A peevish felf-will'd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet.

Nurfe. See, where she 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
Of difobedient oppofition

To You and your Behefts; and am enjoin'd
By holy Lawrence to fall proftrate here,
And beg your pardon: Pardon, I beseech you !
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Cap. Send for the County, go, tell him of this,
I'll have this knot knit up to morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful lord at Lawrence' cell,
And gave him what becoming love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of Modefty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up;
This is as't fhould be; let me fee the County:
Ay, marry, go, I fay, and fetch him hither.

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Now,