To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of

siu.

Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need my help?

Jul. No, Madam; we have cull'd such néces-
saries

-As are hehoveful for our state to-morrow:
So please you, let me now be left alone,
And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
I am sure, you have your hands full all,
his so sudden business.

Tu

La. Cap. Good night!

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. *... Jul. ~ 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 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, methinks, 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 loathsone 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?
O. look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point: Stay, Tybalt, stay!.
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She throws herself on the bed,

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelika: Spare not for cost.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd

All night for lesser cause and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Now, fellow,

What's there?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and bas

kets.

1. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Serv.]· Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 2. Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Exits

Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore

son! 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!

Enter NURSE.

-

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already :
Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt.

Why, lamb!—why, lady!fie, you slug

abed!

Why, love, I say! Madam! sweet-heart!- why,

What, not a word? you

Sleep for a week; for

bride!

take your pennyworths

now:

the next night, I war

rant,

The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her: Madam, Madam, Madam!

T

Ay, let the County take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your cloathes! and down
again!

I must needs wake you: Lady! Lady! Lady!
Alas! alas! Help! help! my lady's dead!-

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O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!

Some aqua-vitae, ho!-my lord! my lady:

Enter Lady CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!

La Cap. What is the matter?

Narse. Look, look! O heavy day!

La. Cap. O me,

O me!

my child, my only

life,

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee

Help, help call help.

Enter

CAPULET.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth her

lord is come.