Cap. How canst thou try them fo?

Serv. 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, be gone. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. -What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence ?

Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: A peevith self-willd harlotry it is.

Enter Juliet. Nurse. See, where she comes from Shrift with merry

Look. Cap. How now, my head-strong? where have you

been gadding? Jul. Where I have learnt me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition To you and

your Behists; and am enjoin'd By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here, [She kneels. And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruld by you.

Cap. Send for the County, gó, tell him of this; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Jul. I met the youthful Lord at Lawrence' cell,
And gave him what becoming 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? VOL. VIII.




La. Cap. No, not’till Thursday, there is time enough. Cap. Go, nurse, go with her. We'll to Church'to

[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. La. Cap. 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
Againit to-morrow. My heart's wondrous light,
Since this fame way-ward girl is so reclaim'd.

[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.

Changes to Juliet's Chamber.

Enter Juliet and Nurse.
Jul. Y, those attires are best. But, gentle nurse,

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; 7 For I have need of many Orisons To moye the heav'ns 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 help?

Ful. No, Madam, we have cull'd such neceffaries
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow.
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night fit up with you ;

6 We doll be short-) That is, der the appearance of religion : We fail be defective,

perhaps Sbakespeare meant to pu7 For I have need, &c.) Ju- nith her hypocrisy. liet plays most of her pranks un


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.
Jul. Farewel-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 ? Shall I of force be married to the Count? No, no, this shall forbid it. Lie thou there

[Laying down a dagger, What if it be a poison, which the Friar Subtly hath ministred, to have me dead, Les in this marriage he should be dishonourd, 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.

-How, if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point ! Shall I not then be stified in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthfom air breathes ing And there be 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 antient receptacle, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried Ancestors are packt; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies feftring in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort,


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Alas, alas ! ' is it not like, that I
So early waking, what with loathsom smells,
And shrieks, like mandrake's torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad.
Or, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Invironed with all these hideous fears,
And madly play with my fore fathers' 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 desp’rate brains ?
O look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did fpit his Body
Upon a Rapier's Point. Stay, Tybalt, ftay!
Romeo, here's drink! Romeo, I drink to thee.

[Sbe throws berself on the bed.

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Changes to Capulet's Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. . .

OLD, take these keys and fetch more

spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

La. Cap. Ho

Enter Capulet.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir, the second cock hath

9 The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :
Look to the bak'd Meats, good Angelica.
Spare not for Cost.

-is it not like, that 1.] 9 The cur feu bell I know This speech is confused and in- not that the morning bell is callconsequential, according to the ed the curfeu in any other place. disorder of Fulice's mind.




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

Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere
All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick.
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?


Enter three or four with spits, and logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not

what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier

logs, Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. 'Mass, and well said, a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. -Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with musick straight,

[Play musick. 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 hafte, the Bride-groom he is come already.
Make hafte, I say,

(Exeunt Capulet and Nurse, severally:

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