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2 Sero. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so?

2 Sero. 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, begone.

[Erit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence?

Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on

A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift with

merry look.

To you,

Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you

? been gadding? Jul. Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition

and your behests; and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate 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 Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,--stand


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? La. Cap. No, not till thursday; there is time

enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church

to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night. Сар.

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


up Against to-morrow: my heart is wond'rous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.




Enter Juliet and Nursc. Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gentle

nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

For I have need of many orisons

To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you

need my


Jul. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:

So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
In this so sudden business.

La. Cap.

Good night!

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Jul. Farewel!-God knows, when we shall meet


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 minister'd to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,

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, it is 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


buried ancestors are pack’d;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring 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,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefather's 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 on the bed.



Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. 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.

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:-
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

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 watch'd

ere now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. 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!

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