And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then (as the manner of our country is),
In thy best robes, uncovered on the bier,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, give me! O tell me not of fear. Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.— [Exit 1st Servant.

Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 2nd Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I 'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so?

2nd Serv. Marry, sir, 't is an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

Cap. Go, begone.— [Exit 2nd Servant. We shall be much unfurnished for this time.What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her:

A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.

Enter JULIET.

Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

Cap. How now, my headstrong, where have you been gadding?

Jul. Where I have learned me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition

To you, and your behests; and an enjoined

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you!
Henceforward I am ever ruled 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 Laurence' cell,
And gave him what becoméd love I might,
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Cap. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well;stand up:

This is as 't should be.-Let me see the County;
Ay marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.-
Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,
All our whole city is much bound to him.
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

Lady C. No, not till Thursday: there is time enough.

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we 'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. Lady C. We shall be short in our provision : 'Tis now near night.

Cap.

Tush! I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her: I'll not to bed to-night: let me alone; I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho!They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed. [Exeunt.

Tul. Farewell!-God knows when we shall
meet again.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
That almost freezes up the heat of life:
I'll call them back again to comfort me :-
Nurse!-What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-
Come, phial.-

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Must I of force be married to the County?
No, no: this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.
[Laying down a dagger.
What if it be a poison, which the Friar
Subtly hath ministered to have me dead;
Lest in this marriage he should be dishonoured,
Because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear it is and yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
I will not entertain so bad a thought.—
How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or if I live, is it not very like

The horrible conceit 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 packed:
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud: where, as they say,
At some hours in the night, spirits resort:
Alack, alack! is it not like that I,

So early waking,-what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:-
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environéd with all these hideous fears;
And madly play with my forefathers' joints;
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud;
And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point!—Stay, Tybalt, stay!—
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself upon the bed.

SCENE IV. CAPULET'S Hall.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Lady C. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

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

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crowed,

The curfew-bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.—
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed: 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow,
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit. What! I have watched

ere now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Lady C. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!-Now, fellow, What's there?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. 1st Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste [Exit 1st Servant]. -Sirrah, fetch drier logs:

Call Peter; he will shew thee where they are. 2nd Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out

logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said. A merry whore

son! ha,

Thou shalt be loggerhead.-Good faith, 'tis day:
The County will be here with music straight,
[Music within.
For so he said he would. I hear him near.-
Nurse!-Wife!-what, ho!—what, nurse, I say!

Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet; go, and trim her up:
I'll

go and chat with Paris.-Hie; make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already. Make haste, I say! [Exeunt.

SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on the bed.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet!fast, I warrant her, she.— Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweetheart! 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 set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
(Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep!
I needs must 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, drest, and in your clothes! 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-vitæ, ho!-My lord! my lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET.

Lady C. What noise is here?
Nurse.

O lamentable day!

Lady C. What is the matter?
Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day!

Lady C. O me, O me!—my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help!-call help.

Ties

up my tongue, and will not let me speak Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians.

Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. Ready to go, but never to return. son, the night before thy wedding-day Hath death lain with thy bride:-there she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

Death is
my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all: life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morn-
ing's face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Lady C. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hate-

ful day!

Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,

But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever I did yet behold!

O day, O day, O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!

Par. Beguiled, divorcéd, wrongéd, spited, slain,
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown !—
O love! O life!-not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despised, distresséd, hated, martyred,
killed!-

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder, murder our solemnity?—

O child, O child!—my soul, and not my child !—
Dead art thou !-alack! my child is dead:
And, with my child, my joys are buried.

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure

lives not

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all;
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But Heaven keeps His part in eternal life.
The most you sought was her promotion;
For 't was your heaven she should be advanced :
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love you love your child so ill,
That you run mad seeing that she is well:
She's not well married that lives married long;
But she's best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordainéd festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.

Fri. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, sir Paris: every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill: Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Exeunt CAPULEt, Lady Capulet, Paris, and FRIAR.

1st Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For well you know this is a pitiful case. [Exit.

1st Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter PETER.

Pet. Musicians, O musicians, "Heart s-ease, heart's-ease." O, an you will have me live, play "Heart's-ease."

1st Mus. Why "Heart's-ease?"

Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays "My heart is full of woe." O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.

2nd Mus. Not a dump we: 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not, then?

Mus. No.

Pet. I will, then, give it you soundly. 1st Mus. What will you give us?

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel.

1st Mus. Then will I give you the serving

creature.

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll fa you: do you note me?

1st Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us. 2nd Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will

dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men :"When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music, with her silver sound,"Why "silver sound?" why, "music, with her silver sound?"

What say you, Simon Catling?

1st Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2nd Mus. I say "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?

3rd Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is "music, with her silver sound," because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding :

:

"Then music, with her silver sound,

With speedy help doth lend redress."
[Exit singing.

1st Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! 2nd Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here: tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

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"Exeunt.

SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And, all this day, an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to
think),

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessed,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Enter BALTHASAR.

News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my lady Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—

I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted
In tattered weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples: meagre were his looks;
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuffed, and other skins
Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scattered to make up a show.