Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree; Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well; And light thee on thy way to Mantua ; I am content, if thou wilt have it so. Jul It is, it is, hie hence away, be gone; Rom. More light and light?-more dark and dark our Farewel, my love; one kiss and I'll be gone.. Nurse. Madam.. Jul. Nurse. Enter NURSE.. [woes. Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke, be wary, look about. Jul. Art thou gone so? love! lord! ah, husband, friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry hour in th' day, For in love's hours there are many days. O by this count I shall be much in years, Rom. Farewel: I will admit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings to thee, love. Jul. O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Ful Jul. O heav'n! I have an ill-divining soul. Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Jul. SCENE VIII. Juliet's Chamber. Enter JULIET, 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 again. Enter Lady CAPulet. La Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up? Jul. Who is't that calls is it my lady mother? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? La Cap. Why how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash kim from his grave with tears? Jul. Let me weep for such a feeling loss. La Cap. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. ful. And joy comes well in such a needful time. What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for, Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this? La Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at St Peter's church, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. Jul. I wonder at this haste, that I must wed Ere he that must be husband comes to woo. pray you tell my lord and father, madam, I cannot marry yet. La Cap. Here comes your father, tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and NURSE. Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears, La Cap. Ay, Sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks: I would the fool were married to her grave. But settle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next, La Cap. Fy, fy, what are you mad? Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, Hear me with patience, but to speak a word. Cap. Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch, I'll tell thee what, get thee to church o' Thursday, Or never after look me in the face. Speak not, reply not, do not answer me. That god had sent us but this only child, Nurse. Heav'n bless her: You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Good prudence, smatter with your gossips, go. Nurse. I speak no treason. La Cap Peace, you mumbling fool; Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, early, Cap. Good wife, it makes me mad; day, night, late, Of fair demeans; youthful and nobly allied, Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, [Exit. La Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O heav'n! O nurse, how shall this be prevented? Alack, alack, that heav'n should practise stratagems Upon so soft a subject as myself. Nurse. Rise, faith here it is: Romeo is banish'd: all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth; Then since the case so stands, I think it best You married with the count. Jul. Speak'st thou from thy heart? Nurse. And from my soul too, Or else beshrew them both. ful. Amen, amen. Nurse. What? Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much; Go in, and tell iny lady I am gone, Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence cell, To make confession, and to be absolv'd. Nurse, Marry, I will, and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Jul. Ancient damnation! Oh most wicked fiend! Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain ; If all else fail, myself have power to die. A. C T. IV. SCENE I.. The Monastery. Enter Friar LAWRENCE and PARIS. FRIAR. N Thursday, Sir! the time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so, Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tibalt's death, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.. That she should give her sorrow so much sway; Now do you know the reason of this haste? Fri. I would I knew not why it should be flow'd. Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Welcome my love, my lady and my wife. Jul. What must be, shall be. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening mass? Eri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. |