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Live here in heaven, and may
look on her,
do this, when I from this must fly;
word. Rom. O, thou wilt speak again of banishment.
Fri. I'll give thee armour to keep off that word;
Rom. Yet banished? -Hang up philosophy!
Fri. O, then I see that madmen have no ears.
no eyes? Fri. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate.
* Worth, value.
Rom. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, [not feel: An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear And fall upon the ground, as I do now, [thy hair, Taking the measure of an unmade
RELUCTANCE OF LOVERS TO PART.
SCENE. JULIET's Chamber. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I:
Rom. Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death;
* Reflection of the moon. + Inclination.
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day.
JULIET'S RESOLUTION. 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 sculls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me And I will do it without fear or doubt, [tremble; To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
JULIET'S SOLILOQUY ON DRINKING THE OPIATE.
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, 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 pioson, 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,
* The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake, give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up.
Upon a rapier's point:—Stay, Tybalt, stay!
[She throws herself on the Bed.
JOY CHANGED TO SORROW,
ACT V. ROMEO'S DESCRIPTION OF, AND DISCOURSE WITH THE
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means:40, mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Culling of simples*; meagre were his looks, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones: An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Of ill shap'd fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Noting this penury, to myself I said And if a man did need a poison now,