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PARIS: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. |
JULIET: What must be shall be. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: That's a certain text. |
PARIS: Come you to make confession to this father? |
JULIET: To answer that, I should confess to you. |
PARIS: Do not deny to him that you love me. |
JULIET: I will confess to you that I love him. |
PARIS: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. |
JULIET: If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. |
PARIS: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. |
JULIET: The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. |
PARIS: Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. |
JULIET: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. |
PARIS: Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. |
JULIET: 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? |
FRIAR LAURENCE: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone. |
PARIS: God shield I should disturb devotion! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. |
JULIET: O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! |
FRIAR LAURENCE: 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. |
JULIET: 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 seal'd, Shall... |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution. As that is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That cop... |
JULIET: O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or ... |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run A... |
JULIET: Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! |
FRIAR LAURENCE: 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. |
JULIET: Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! |
CAPULET: So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. |
Second Servant: You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. |
CAPULET: How canst thou try them so? |
Second Servant: Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
CAPULET: Go, be gone. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
Nurse: Ay, forsooth. |
CAPULET: Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. |
Nurse: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
CAPULET: How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
JULIET: Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you 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 ruled by you. |
CAPULET: Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. |
JULIET: I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; And gave him what becomed love I might, Not step o'er the bounds of modesty. |
CAPULET: 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, Our whole city is much bound to him. |
JULIET: 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 CAPULET: No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
CAPULET: Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. |
LADY CAPULET: We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. |
CAPULET: 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 hea... |
JULIET: 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. |
LADY CAPULET: What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? |
JULIET: 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. |
LADY CAPULET: Good night: Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. |
JULIET: 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, vial. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I ... |
LADY CAPULET: Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
Nurse: They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. |
CAPULET: Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Look to the baked meats, good Angelica: Spare not for the cost. |
Nurse: Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. |
CAPULET: No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. |
LADY CAPULET: Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. |
CAPULET: A jealous hood, a jealous hood! Now, fellow, What's there? |
First Servant: Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. |
CAPULET: Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. |
Second Servant: I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. |
CAPULET: Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, For so he said he would: I hear him near. Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say! Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste, Make h... |
Nurse: Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-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 set up his rest, That you shall rest but... |
LADY CAPULET: What noise is here? |
Nurse: O lamentable day! |
LADY CAPULET: What is the matter? |
Nurse: Look, look! O heavy day! |
LADY CAPULET: O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help. |
CAPULET: For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. |
Nurse: She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! |
LADY CAPULET: Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! |
CAPULET: Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold: Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. |
Nurse: O lamentable day! |
LADY CAPULET: O woful time! |
CAPULET: Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
CAPULET: Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. 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, living, all is Death's. |
PARIS: Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? |
LADY CAPULET: Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful 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 catch'd 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! |
PARIS: Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death! |
CAPULET: Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time, why camest 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. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: 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 promoti... |
CAPULET: All things that we ordained 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. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: 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 lour upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will. |
First Musician: Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. |
Nurse: Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. |
First Musician: Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. |
PETER: Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.' |
First Musician: Why 'Heart's ease?' |
PETER: O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. |
First Musician: Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. |
PETER: You will not, then? |
First Musician: No. |
PETER: I will then give it you soundly. |
First Musician: What will you give us? |
PETER: No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel. |
First Musician: Then I will give you the serving-creature. |
PETER: 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? |
First Musician: An you re us and fa us, you note us. |
Second Musician: Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. |
PETER: 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? |
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