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For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she do 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.

Enter Juliet.
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 you to make confession to this father ?
Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you.
Par. Do not deny to him,

that

you
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;

31 For it was bad enough, before their spight.

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love me.

Par.

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that

report.
Jul. That is no slander, sir, which 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 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 ?

Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter,

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now:

My lord, we must intreat the time alone.

Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !
Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze 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!
Friar. 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. 50

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 seal’d,

Shall

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
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.

Friar. Hold, daughter; Į do spy a kind of hope,
Which craves as desperate an execution

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As that is desperate which we would prevent.
If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Thou last 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'st with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.

Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

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Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ;
Or hide 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,

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Things that, to hear them told, have made me

tremble ; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

Friar. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con

sent

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To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow;

91 To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : Take thou this phial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off : When, presently, through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seizę Eạch vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep His natural progress, but surcease to beat : No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death : And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : Then (as the manner of our country is.)

111 In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie,

In

In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come; and he and I
Will watch thy waking, and that very night
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.
Friar. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prospe-

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rous

In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
To Mantua, with my letters to thy !ord.
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall

help afford. Farewel, dear fatlier!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

CAPULET'S House. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPU

LET, Nurse, and Servants.
Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. 130

Sero. You shall nave none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Cap. How canst thou try them so?

Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers : therefore he, thạt cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me,

Cap.

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