stand up:

[ty ;

Thou hadst the strength of will to slay thyself; / , Cup. Go, begone.- (Exit SERVANT.
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.
A thing like death to chide away this shame, What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ?
That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy. Cap. Well,' he may chance to do some good
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

on her:
From off the battlenients of yonder tower; A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

Enter JULIET.
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, [bears; Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift*
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling with merry look.
bones,

Cap. How now, my headstrong ? where have
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls;

you been gadding ? Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Of disobedient opposition

(sin Things that, to hear them told, have made me To you, and your behests ;t and am enjoin'd tremble;

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
And I will do it without fear or doubt, And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Henceforward I am ever ruld by you. (you !
Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of
consent

this;

[ing.
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morn-
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone, Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence'
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:

cell;
Take thou this pbial, being then in bed, And gave him what becomedi love I might,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off: Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well,--
A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize
Each vital spirit; for po pulse shall keep This is as't should be.—Let me see the coun-
His natural progress, but surcease to beat: Ay, marry, go, say, and fetch bim bither.-
No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade All our whole city is much bound to him.
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

Jub. Nurse, will you go with me into my
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;

closet,
Each part, depriv'd of supple government, To belp me sort such peedful ornaments
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
death:

La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death time enough.
Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours, Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

to-morrow.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning

(Exeunt Juliet und Nurse. comes

[dead: La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision;
To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou 'Tis now near night.
Then (as the manner of our country is,)

Cap. Tush! I will stir about, [wife :
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee,
Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. I'll not to bed to-night ;- let me alone; (ho! -
In the meantime, against thou shalt awake, I'll play the housewife for this once.-- What,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; They are all forth : Well, I will walk myself
And hither shall he come; and he and I To county Paris, to prepare him up (light,
Will watch thy waking, and that very night Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous
Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;

(Exeunt.
If po unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

SCENE III.-Juliet's Chamber.
Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear.

Enter JULIET and NURSE.
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and Jul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gen-

prosperous
In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. For I have need of many orisons
Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
shall help afford,

Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of Farewell, dear father.

(Exeunt.

sin.
SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET's House.

Enter LADY CAPULET.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you peed
SERVANTS.

my help? Cap. So many guests invite as here are

Jul. No, madam; we have cullid such neces

saries writ.

[Exit Servant. As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
2 Sero. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll | And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

So please you, let me now be left alone,
try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so?

For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,

In this so sudden business.
2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that can-
not lick his own fingers: therefore he, that
cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me.

tle nurse,

ere now

say!

La. Cap. Good night!

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.

(Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Jul. Farewell! God knows, when we shall Ln. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-bunt' meet again.

in your time; I have a faiut cold fear thrills through my veins, But I will watch you from such watching now. That almost freezes up the heat of life:

(Ereunt Lady CAPULET, and NURSE. I'll call them back again to comfort me ;- Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-bood !--- Now, Nurse !- What should she do here?

What's there?

(fellow, My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Come, phial.

Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. What if this mixture do not work at all? Must I of force be married to the county?

1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know

not what. No, no;this shall forbid it :- lie thou there.(Laying down a Dagger.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 Sesv.]

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; What if it be a poison, which the friar

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Subtly hath minister's to have me dead; Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,

2 Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out Because he married me before to Romeo ?

logs, 1 fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,

And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit. For he hath still been tried a holy man:

Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson! ha,

[day: I will not entertain so bad a thought.How if, when I am laid into the tomb,

Thou shalt be logger-head.—Good faith, 'tis I wake before the time that Romeo

The county will be here with music straight, Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

(Music within. Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

For so he said he would. I hear him near:

Nurse! — Wife!-what, ho !-what, nurse, I To whose foul mouth no healthsome air

breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

Enter NURSE.
Or, if I live, is it not very like,
The horrible conceit of death and night,

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; Together with the terror of the place,

I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, inake haste, Where, for these many hundred years, the Make haste, I say! As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,' [bones Make baste! the bridegroom he is come alOf all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

(Ereunt. Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they

the Bed. say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;

Enter NURSE. Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress ! -Juliet! So early waking,—wbat with loathsome smells;

--fast, I warrant her, she: And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the Why, lamb !-why, lady!—fie, you slug-d. earth,

bed !That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;*- Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart()! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

why, bride! Environed with all these hideous fears? What, not a word ?-you take your peony; And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?

worths now;

(rant, And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warshroud ?

(bone, The county Paris hath set up his rest, And, in this rage, with some great kinsinan's That you shall rest but little.--God forgive As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! (), look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost I needs must wake her :-Madam, madam, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

madam! Upon a rapier's point:--Stay, Tybalt, stay!

-Ay, let the county take you in your bed ; Romeo, I come! this do I drink io thee. He'll fright you up, i'faith. -Will it not be?

[She throws herself on the Bed. What, dress'd! and in your clothes ! and down SCENE IV.-CAPULET's Hall.

again!

I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE. Alas! alas !--Help! help! my lady's dead!-La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch O, well-a-day, that ever I was born more spices, nurse.

Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--my lord ! my lady! Nurse. They call for dates and quioces in the pastry.

Enter Lady CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Enter CAPULET.

Nurse. O lamentable day! Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock Ln. Cap. What is the matter ? hath crow'd,

Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! The curfeu bell hath wrung, 'tis three o'clock:- La. Cap. O me, O me!--my child, my only Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :

life, Spare not for cost.

Rerive, look up, or I will die with thee! Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

Help, help!--call belp.
Get you to bed'; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Enter CAPULET.
The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake

(me,

him ;

CIANS.

be gone.

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ;' On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is, alack the day!

In all her best array bear her to church : La. Cup. Alack the day! she's dead, she's For though fond nature bids us all lament, dead, she's dead.

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Cap. Ha ! let me see her :-Out, alas ! she's Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, cold;

Turn from their office to black funeral:
Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff; Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Life and these lips have long been separated : Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

And all things change them to the contrary.
Nurse. O lamentable day!

Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with
Lu. Cap. () woeful time!
Cap. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to And go, Sir Paris;-every one prepare
make me wail,

To follow this fair corse unto her grave :
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;,

Move them no more, by crossing their high
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musi-

will. [Excunt CAPULET, Lady CAPU

LET, Paris, and FRIAR.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and

church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return : Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up;
() son, the night before thy wedding day

put up; Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. she lies,

(Exit Nurse. Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be
Death is my son-in-law, death is my beir; amended.
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.

Enter PETER.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morn-
ing's face,

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heurt's ease,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

heart's ease ; 0, an you will have me live, play La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hate-/-heart's ease. ful day!

1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

Pet. (), musicians, because my heart itself In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

plays--My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, merry dump, to comfort me. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. now: Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful

Pet. You will not then? day!

2 Mus. No.
Most lamentable day! most woeful day,

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
That ever, ever, I did yet behold !

1 Mus. What will you give us ?
O day! O day! O day! I hateful day!

Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :$
Never was seen so black a day as this:

I will give you the minstrel.
O woeful day, 0 woeful day!

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving. Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited,

creature. slain!

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's Most détestable death, by thee beguild,

dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchBy cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

ets : I'll re you, I'll fa yon; Do you note me? O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd,

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and kill'd !

put out your wit. Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now,

Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will To murder murder our solemnity ?

dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my ( child! Ochild !--my soul, and not my iron dagger :-Answer me like men:

child !Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead; When griping grief the heart doth wound, And, with my child, my joys are buried !

And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Fri. Peace, ho, fór shame! confusion's cure Then music, with her silver sound;

lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath

sound?
And all the better is it for the inaid:

What say you, Simon Catling?
Your part in her you could not keep from

1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a death;

sweet sound. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? The most you sought was-her promotion ;

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians For'twas your heaven, she should be advanca: sound for silver. And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,

Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

Soundpost? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: She's not well married, that lives married long; I will say for you. It is music with her silver But she's best married, that dies married

* Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. young.

+ To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

" And the jocund rebecks sound." -Milton,

(all,

art poor;

law :

sound, because such fellows as you have sel. | Noting this penury, to myself I said, dom gold for sounding :

And if a man did need a poison now,
Then music, with her silrer sound,

Whose sale is present death in Mantua.
With speedy help doth lend redress. Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.

(Exit, singing. O, this same thought did but forerun my 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?

need; 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in And this same needy man must sell it me. here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. As I remember, this should be the house:

(Exeunt. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is sbut.

What, ho! apothecary!
ACT V.

Enter APOTHECARY.
SCENE 1.-Mantua.-
A Street.

Ap. Who calls so loud ?
Enter Romeo.

Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: As will disperse itself through all the

veins,

A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer My bosom's lord* sits lightly in his throne;

That the life-weary taker may fall dead; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful. And that the trunk may be discharg'd of

breath thoughts.

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;

Doth burry from the fatal candon's womb. (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,)

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Man

tua's law And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Is death, to any he that utters them. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretch

edness,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Enter BALTHASAR,

Upon thy back hangs, ragged misery,
News from Veropa !-How now, Balthasar ? The world is not thy friend, nor the world's
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well ? The world affords no law to make thee rich;
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ; Then be not poor, but break it, and take
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

this. Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Ap. My poverty, but not my will, conHer body sleeps in Capel's monument,

sents.
And her immortal part with angels lives; Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And presently took post to tell it you:

And drink it off; and, if you had the strength ( pardon me for bringing these ill news, Of twenty men, it would despatch you Since you did leave it for my office, Sir.

straight. Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to Thou kpow'st my lodging: get me ink and men's souls, paper,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Than these poor compounds that thou may'st Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you

not sell : thus :

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.Some misadventure.

Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

[Exeunt. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord.

SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Rom. No matter: get thee gone,

Enter Friar John. And hire those horses; I'll be with theo straight.

[Exit BALTHASAR. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means :-0, mischief, thou art

Enter Friar LAURENCE. swift

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

John.
I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted | Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo?
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,

John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, Culling of simples ;t meager were his looks,

One of our order to associate me, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :

Here in this city visiting the sick, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

And finding him, the searchers of the town, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

Suspecting that we both were in a house
Of ill-shap'd fishes, and about his shelves

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,

Seald up the doors, and would not let us

forth;
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses. So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?
I. e, Love.
+ Herbs.

Stue

John. I could not send it,- here it is But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
again,

In what I further shall intend to do,
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, So fearful were they of infection.

And strew this hungry church-yard with thy Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,

limbs : The letter was not nice, * but full of charge, The time aud my intents are savage-wild; Of dear import; and the neglecting it

More fierce, and more inexorable far, May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble Unto my cell.

you. John. Brother, I'll go and brivg't thee. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.

(Exit.

Take thou that:
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;

fellow.
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereHath had no notice of these accidents:

about; But I will write again to Mantua,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;

[Retires. Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man's Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of tomb !

[Exit.

death

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
SCENE III.-A Church-Yard; in it, a

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
Monument belonging to the CAPULETS.

(Breaking open the Door of the Monument.

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing Flowers

food! and a Torch.

Par. This is that banish'd haughty MontaPar. Give me thy torch, buy: Hence, and

gue,

(grief, stand aloof;

That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. It is supposed the fair creature died, -
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, And here is come to do some villanous shame
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,

[Adrances. (Being loose, unfirn, with digging up of Stop thy unballow'd toil, vile Montague; graves,)

Can vengeance be pursu'd farther than death?
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
As signal that thou hear’st something ap- Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
proach.

Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

hither. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these

(Retires.

gone;
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth,
bridal bed :

Heap not another sin upon my head,
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain By urging me to fury:-0, be gone!
The perfect model of eternity;

By heaven, I love thee better than myself:
Fair Juliet, that with angels dust remain,

For I come hither arm'd against myself : Accept this latest favour at my hands; Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say'That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, A madman's mercy bade thee run away. With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! Par. I do defy thy conjurations,*

[The Boy whistles. And do attach thee as a felon here. The boy gives warning, something doth ap- Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at proach.

thee, boy.

[They fight. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites?

watch.

[Erit Page. What, with a torch !--muffle me, night, a Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.]-If thou be while.

(Retires.

merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies. Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a Torch, Rom. In faith, I will :- Let me peruse this Mattock, &c.

face ;

Mercutio's kiosman, noble county Paris :Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench- What said my man, when my betossed soul ing iron.

Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning He told me, Paris should bave married Ju.
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? (liet :
Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
thee,

To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand,
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
And do not interrupt me in my course, I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-
Why I descend into this bed of death, A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face :

youth,
But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead fin. For here lies Juliet, and her beanty makes
A precious ring; a ring that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence, be-

This vault a feasting presencet full of light. gone:

* I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i e. depart.

+ The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of winduv> * 1. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated. t'I. e. Action of importance.

Presence chamber.

(ger