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God in heaven bless her! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so,

Cap. Andwhy, my lady wisdom? hold yourtongue, Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Nurse. I speak no treason.
Сар. .

0, God ye good den! Nurse. May not one speak ? Сар.

Peace, you mumbling fool! Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl, For here we need it not. La. Cap.

You are too hot. Cap. God's bread! it makes me mad: Day, night,

late, early,
At home, abroad, alone, in company,
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been
To have her match'd : and having now provided
A gentleman of princely parentage,
Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,
Stuff’d (as they say,) with honourable parts,
Proportion’d as one's heart could wish a man,
And then to have a wretched puling fool,
A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,
To answer I'll not wed,-I cannot love,
I am too young , -I pray you, pardon me ;-
But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you :
Graze where you will, you shall not house with me;
Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.
Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise :
An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;
An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets,
For, by my soul; I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,
Nor what is mine shall never do thee good :
Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn. (Exit.

Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
That sees into the bottom of my grief?
0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

Or, if


do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a

word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Erit. Jul. O God !-0 nurse! how shall this be pre

vented ?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How shall that faith return again to earth,
Unless that husband send it me from heaven
By leaving earth ?-comfort me, counsel me.-
Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems
Upon so soft a subject as myself !-
What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy?
Some comfort, nurse.

’Faith, here 'tis : Romco
Is banished; and 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 as now it doth,
I think it best you married with the county.'
0, he's a lovely gentleman !
Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam,
Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,
As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second match,
For it excels your first: or if it did not,
Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,
As living here and you no use of him.

Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart?

1 I think it best you married with the county.) The character of the Nurse exhibits a just picture of those whose actions have no principles for their foundation. She has been unfaithful to the trust reposed in her by Capulet, and is ready to embrace any expedient that offers, to avert the consequences of her first infidelity. STEEVENS.

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To what?
Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous

Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,
Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,
To make confession, and to be absolvid.
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!
Is it more sin—to wish me thus forsworn,
Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue
Which she hath prais'd him with above compare
So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor;
Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.“
I'll to the friar, to know his remedy ;
If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit.


SCENE I. Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS.

Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; 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,

2 And I am nothing slow, &c.] His haste shall not be abated by

my slowness.

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,
May be put from her by society;
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! *Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday

next. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri.

That's a certain text. Par. Come


to make confession to this father? Jul. To answer that, were to confess to

you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me.

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. . Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with

tears. 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

report, 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



for it is not mine own.-
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass :3

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.

[Exit PARIS. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done

So, Come weep with me: Past hope, past cure, past help!

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits : I hear thou must, and nothing must 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, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both : Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife


3 Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?] Juliet means vespers.

There is no such thing as evening mass, 4 Shall be the label to another deed,] The seals of deeds in our author's time were not impressed on the parchment itself

on which the deed was written, but were appended on distinct slips or labels affixed to the deed,

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