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No, no;- this shall forbid it :- lie thou there.
[Laying down a Dagger. What if it be a poison, 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, miethinks, it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man: I will not entertain so bad a thought. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there 's a fearful point ! Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die 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 ancient receptacle, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd ; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;:-Alack, alack! is it not like, that I, So early waking, — what with loathsome smells ; And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad?;O ! if I wake, shall I not be distraught®, Environed with all these hideous fears ? And madly play with my
forefathers' joints ? And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?
7 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.
0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
[She throws herself on the Bed.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
Go I' M M
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath
Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
Cap. No, not a whit: What! I have watch'd ere
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
9 The room where pies were made.
- Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood ! Now,
fellow, What's there?
Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not
what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.. [Exit.
Cap. 'Mass, and well said: A merry fellow! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head. -Good faith, 'tis day : The county will be here with musick straight,
[Musick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near : Nurse !— Wife! - what, ho! - what, nurse, I say!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed.
Enter Nurse, Nurse. Mistress !. what, mistress !- Juliet!
fast, I warrant her: Why, lamb! - why, lady! — fye, you slug-a
bed! Why, love, I say !- madam! sweetheart !- why,
What, not a word ? - you take your pennyworths
Enter Lady Capulet.
O lamentable day!
Look, look ! O heavy day!
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack
the day! La. Cap. Alack the day ! she's dead, she's dead,
Nurse. O lamentable day!
O woful time!
• me wail, Ties
up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
ever, ever, I did yet behold !
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
kill'd! Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now