And hither fhall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very nig
y night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua,
If no unconftant toy nor womanifh fear
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, oh give me, tell not me of fear.

[Taking the widt Fri. Hold, get you gone, be ftrong and profperous In this refolve; I'll fend a Friar with fpeed

To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love give me ftrength! and ftrength fhall help afford. Farewel, dear father

[Exeunt. SCENE II. Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurfe, and two or three

Serwants.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ;
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time:

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? shep 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 the comes from her confeffion.

T

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 enjoyn'd

By holy Lawrence, to fall proftrate here,

And beg your pardon: pardon I befeech you!
Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you,

Cap. Send for the County, go, tell him of this,

twenty cunning cooks.

Ser. You shall 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, &..

f

I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Laurence' cell,
And gave him what becoming love I might,
Not, ftepping o'er the bounds, of modefty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, ftand up i
This is as 't fhould be; let me fee the County :
Ay, marry, go I fay, and fetch him hither.
Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.

Jul. Nurfe, will you go with me into my clofet,
To help me fort fuch needful ornaments

Ás

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 shall be short in our provision;

morrow.

'Tis now near night.

Cap. Tuh, I will ftit about,

And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee, wife a
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her,

I'll not to bed to-night, let me alone:

I'll play the houfwife for this once.-What, hot
They are all forth; well, I will walk my self
To County Paris, to prepare him up

Against to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is fo reclaim'd.

[Exeunt Capulet and Lady Capulet
SCENE Hi. Juliet's Chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse.

Jul. Ay, thofe attires are beft; but, gentle nurfe,
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 ftate,
Which well thou know'ft is crofs and full of fine
Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you bufie, do you need my help?
Jul. No, Madam, we have call'd fuch neceffaries

As are behoveful for our ftate to-morrow:

So please you, let me now be left alone,

And let the murfe this night fit up with you 3

For I am fure you have your hands full alls to Ij In this fo fudden bufiness.

La. Cap. Good-night,

Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need.

[Exeunt.

Jul. Farewel God knows, when we fhall meet again!
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,r
That almoft freezes up the heat of life.

I'll call them back again to comfort me..
Nurfe! what fhould the do here?
My difmal fcene I needs must act alone;
Come, vial.

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I of force be marry'd to the Count?
No, no, this fhall forbid it; lye thou there-

[Pointing to a dagger.

What if it be a poifon, which the Friar
Subtly hath miniftred, to have me dead.
Left in this marriage he fhould be dishonour'd,
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is; and yet methinks it fhould not,
For he hath ftill been tried a holy man.
How, if when I am laid into the tomb,

I wake before the time that Romeo

Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

A

Shall I not then be ftifled in the vault,

To whofe foul mouth no healthfome air breathes in ?

Or if I live, is it not very like,

The horrible concert 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 packt;

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lyes feft'ring in his fhroud; where, as they fay,
At fome hours in the night fpirits refort-)
Alas, alas! is it not like, that I

So early waking, what with loathfome smells,
And fhrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals hearing them run mad❤❤❤
Oh! if I wake, fhall I not be diftraught,

(Invironed

(Invironed with all these hideous fears,)
And madly play with my fore-fathers joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his fhroud?
And in this rage, with fome great kinfman's bone
As with a club, dafh out my defp'rate brains?
O look! methinks I fee my coufin's ghoft
Seeking out Romeo Stay, Tybalt, ftay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

She throws her felf on the bed.

SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices,
nurfe.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three a-clock :

Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica.

Spare not for coft.

Nurfe. Go, go, you cotquean, go;

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now.

[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse, Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood

Now, fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets. Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte, firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are.

Ser. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. Mafs and well faid, a merry whorfon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head-good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight, For fo he said he would. I hear him near. [Play Mufick. Nurfe!-wife!-what, ho! what, nuife, I say?

Enter

Enter Nurfe.

Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up,

I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,

Make hafte, I fay. [Exeunt Capulet and Nurfe feverally. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber.

Juliet on a bed, Enter Nurfe.

Nurfe. Miftrefs! what, mistress! Juliet — Fast, I warrant her;

Why, lamb-why, Lady Fie, you flug-a-bed-
Why, love, I fay-Madam, fweet-heart-why, bride
What, not a word! you take your pennyworths now
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath fet up his reft,

That you fhall reft but little-God forgive me→
Marry and amen — How found is the asleep!
I muft needs wake her: Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the County take you in your bed
He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?
What, dreft, and in your cloaths, - and down again?
I must needs wake you: Lady, lady, lady➡
Alas! alas! help! help! my Lady's dead.
O well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some Aqua vita, ho! my Lord, my Lady!
Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What noife is here?

Nurfe. O lamentable day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?

Nurfe. Look,

oh heavy day!

La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee:

Help, help! call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. For fhame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. Nurfe. She's dead, deceaft, fhe's dead! alack the day! Cap. Ha! let me fee het-Out alas, she's cold, Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff, Life and thefe lips have long been feparated: Death lies on her, like an untimely fioft Upon the sweetest flower of the field. Accurfed time! unfortunate old man!