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ACT IV. SCENE I.
FRIAR LAURENCE'S CELL.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris.
Fri. On thursday, sir? the time is very short.
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears;
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
[Aside. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife!
Par. That may be, must be, love, on thursday
Jul. What must be shall be.
That's a certain text.
Par. Come you to make confession to this fa
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you.
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite.
Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that
Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.— Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter,
My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion!Juliet, on thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.
Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done
Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past
Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On thursday next be married to this county.
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,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,..
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.
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.
Farewel, dear father!
A ROOM IN CAPULET'S HOUSE.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servant. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.— [Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.