Fr. Stay Juliet, I doo spie a kinde of hope, As that is desperate we would preuent. Thou haft the strength or will to flay thy felfe, Jul. Oh bid me leape (rather than marrie Paris) With reekie shankes, and yeolow chaples fculls : Things that to heare them namde haue made me tremble; And I will doo it without feare or doubt, To keep my felfe a faithfull vnftaind wife Fr. Hold Iuliet, hie thee home, get thee to bed, Ile fend in haft to Mantua to thy lord, And he shall come and take thee from thy graue, Iul. Frier I goe, be fure thou fend for my deare Romeo. Exeunt. Enter olde Capolet, his wife, Nurse, and feruingman. Capo. Where are you firra? Ser. Heere forfooth. Capo. Goe, prouide me twentie cunning cookes. Ser. I warrant you fir, let me alone for that, Ile knowe them by licking their fingers. Capo. How canft thou know them fo? Ser. Ah fir, tis an ill cooke cannot licke his owne fingers. Capo. Well get you gone. Exit feruingman. But wheres this head-strong ? Moth. Shees gone (my lord) to frier Laurence cell To be confeft. Capo. Ah, he may hap to doo fome good of her, A headstrong felfewild harlotrie it is. Enter Iuliet. Moth. See here fhe commeth from confeffion, Capo. How now my head-ftrong, where haue you bin gadding? Iul. Where I haue learned to repent the fin Of froward wilfull oppofition Gainft you and your behefts, and am enioynd She kneeles downe. Moth. Why thats well faid. Capo. Now before God this holy reuerent frier All All our whole citie is much bound vnto. For I will haue this knot knit vp to morrow. Jul. Nurse, will you go with me to my closet, Moth. I pree thee do, good nurse goe in with her, And I will come vnto you presently, Nur. Come fweet hart, fhall we goe: Iul. I pree thee let vs. Exeunt Nurfe and Iuliet. Moth. Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough. Moth. I pray my lord, let it be Thursday. Enter Nurse, Iuliet, Nur. Come, come, what need you anie thing else? For I doo meane to lye alone to night. Exeunt. Nur. Well theres a cleane fmocke vnder your pillow, and fo good night. Enter Mother. Moth. What are you bufie, doo you need my helpe? Iul. No madame, I defire to lye alone, For 1 haue manie things to thinke vpon. Exit. Moth. Moth. Well then good night, be stirring Juliet, The countie will be earlie here to morrow. Exit. Iul. Farewell, God knowes when wee fhall meete againe. Ah, I doo take a fearfull thing in hand. What if this potion fhould not worke at all, Muft I of force be married to the countie? I will not entertaine fo bad a thought. Romeo I come, this doe I drinke to thee. She fals upon her bed within the curtaines. Enter Nurfe with hearbs, Mother. Moth. Thats well faid nurse, fet all in redines, The countie will be heere immediatly. Enter Oldeman. Cap. Make haft, make hast, for it is almost day, The curfewe bell hath rung, t'is foure a clocke, Looke to your bakt meates good Angelica. Nur. Goe get you to bed you cotqueane. I faith you will be ficke anone. Cap. Cap. I warrant thee nurse I haue ere now watcht all night, and haue taken no harme at all. Moth. I you haue beene a mouse hunt in your time. Enter Seruingman with logs and coales. Cap. A ielous hood, ielous hood: How now firra? What haue you there? Ser. Forfooth logs. Cap. Goe, goe choose dryer. Will will tell thee where thou fhalt fetch them. Ser. Nay I warrant let me alone, I haue a heade I troe to choose a log. Exit. Cap. Well goe thy way, thou shalt be logger head. Come, come, make haft call vp your daughter, The countie will be heere with muficke ftraight. Gods me hees come, nurfe call vp my daughter. Nur. Goe, get you gone. What lambe, what lady birde ? faft I warrant. What Iuliet ? well, let the county take you in your bed: yee sleepe for a weeke now, but the next night, the countie Paris hath set vp his reft that you fhal rest but little. What lambe I fay, faft ftill: what lady, loue, what bride, what luliet? Gods me how found fhe fleeps? Nay then I fee I must wake you indeed. Whats heere, laide on your bed, dreft in your cloathes and down, ah me, alack the day, fome aqua vitæ hoe. Enter Mother. Moth. How now whats the matter? Nur. Alack the day, fhees dead, fhees dead, fhees dead. Moth. Accurft, vnhappy, miferable time. Enter Oldeman. Cap. Come, come, make haft, wheres my daughter? Cap. |