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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,
Cap. Why, I am glad on't, this is well, stand up;
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,
[Exeunt Capulet and lady Capulet.
S CE N E III.
Enter Juliet and 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.
Ful. No, Madam, we have cull'd such neceffaries
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,
La. Cap. Good-night,
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,
Alas, alas ! ' is it not like, that I
[Sbe throws berself on the bed.
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
-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.
Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere
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?
(Exeunt Capulet and Nurse, severally: