me banished Then mightst thou speake then mightst thou teare thy hayre And fall vpon the ground as I doe now Taking the measure of an vnmade graue Nurse knockes Fr Romeo arise stand vp thou wilt be taken I heare one knocke arise and get thee gone Nu Hoe Fryer Fr Gods will what wilfulnes is this Shee knockes againe Nur Hoe Fryer open the doore Fr By and by I come Who is there Nur One from Lady Iuliet Fr Then come neare Nur Oh holy Fryer tell mee oh holy Fryer Where is my Ladies Lord Wher 's Romeo Fr There on the ground with his owne teares made drunke Nur Oh he is euen in my Mistresse case Iust in her case Oh wofull simpathy Pitteous predicament euen so lyes shee Weeping and blubbring blubbring and weeping Stand vp stand vp stand and you be a man For Iuliets sake for her sake rise and stand Why should you fall into so deep an O. He rises Romeo Nurse Nur Ah sir ah sir. Wel death 's the end of all Rom Spakest thou of Iuliet how is it with her Doth she not thinke me an olde murderer Now I haue stainde the childhood of her ioy With bloud remou'd but little from her owne Where is she and how doth she And what sayes My conceal'd Lady to our canceld loue Nur Oh she saith nothing â—ut weepes and pules And now fals on her bed now on the ground And Tybalâ— cryes and then on Romeo calles Rom As if that name shot from the deadly leuel of a gun Did murder her as that names cursed hand Murderd her kinsman Ah tell me holy Fryer In what vile part of this Anatomy Doth my name lye Tell me that I may sacke The hateâ—ull mansion He offers to stab himselfe and Nurse snatches the dagger away Nur Ah? Fr Hold stay thy hand art thou a man thy forme Cryes out thou art but thy wilde actes denote The vnresonable furyes of a beast Vnseemely woman in a seeming man Or ill beseeming beast in seeming both Thou hast amaz'd me By my holy order I thought thy disposition better temperd Hast thou slaine Tybalt wilt thou slay thy selfe And slay thy Lady too that liues in thee Rouse vp thy spirits thy Lady Iuliet liues For whose sweet sake thou wert but lately dead There art thou happy Tybalt would kill thee But thou sluest Tybalt there art thou happy too A packe of blessings lights vpon thy backe Happines Courts thee in his best array But like a misbehaude and sullen wench Thou fro wâ—st vpon thy Fate that smilles on thee Take heede take heede for such dye miserable Goe get thee to thy loue as was decreed Ascend her Chamber Window hence and comfort her But looke thou stay not till the watch be set For then thou canst not passe to Mantua Nurse prouide all things in a readines Comfort thy Mistresse haste the house to bed Which heauy sorrow makes them apt vnto Nur Good Lord what a thing learning is I could haue stayde heere all this night To heare good counsell Well Sir I le tell my Lady that you will come Rom Doe so and bidde my sweet prepare to childe Farwell good Nurse Nurse offers to goe in and turnes againe Nur Heere is a Ring Sir that she bad me giue you Rom How well my comfort is reuiud by this Exit Nurse Fr Soiorne in Mantua I le finde out your man And he shall signifie from time to time Euery good hap that doth befall thee heere Farwell Rom But that a ioy past ioy cryes ouâ— on me It were a griefe so breefe to part with thee Enter olde Capâ—let and his Wife with County Paris Cap Thinges haue fallen out Sir so vnluckily That we haue had no time to moue my daughter Looke yee Sir she lou'd her kinsman dearely And so did I. Well we were borne to dye Wife wher 's your daughter is she in her chamber I thinke she meanes not to come downe to night Par These times of woe affoord no time to wooe Maddam faâ—well commend me to your daughter Paris offers to goe in and Capolâ—t calles him againe Cap Sir Paâ—is I le make a desperate tender of my child I thinke she will be rulde in all respectes by mee But sofâ— what day is this Par Munday my Lord. Cap Oh then Wensday is too soone On Thursday let iâ— be you shall be maried Wee 'le make no great a doe a frend or two or so For looke ye Sir Tybalt being slaine so lately It will be thought we held him care leslye If we should reuell much therefore we will haue Some halfe a dozen frends and make no more adoe But what say you to Thursday Par My Lorde I wishe that Thursday were to morrow Cap Wife goe you to your daughter ere you goe to bed Acquaint her with the County Paris loue Fare well my Lord till Thursday next Wife gette you to your daughter Light to my Chamber Afore me it is so very very late That we may call it earely by and by Exeunt Enter Romeo and Iuliet at the window Iul Wilt thou be gone It is not yet nere day It was the Nightingale and not the Larke That pierst the fearfull hollow of thine eare Nightly she sings on yon Pomegranate tree Beleeue me loue it was the Nightingale Rom It was the Larke the Herald of the Morne And not the Nightingale See Loue what enuious strakes Doo lace the seuering clowdes in yonder East Nights candles are burnt out and iocond Day Stands tiptoes on the mystie mountaine tops I must be gone and liue or stay and dye Iul Yon light is not day light I know it I It is some Meteor that the Sunne exhales To be this night to thee a Torch-bearer And light thee on thy way to Mantua Then stay a while thou shalt not goe soone Rom Let me stay here let me be tane and dye If thou wilt haue it so I am content I le say yon gray is not the Mornings Eye It is the pale reflex of Cynthias brow I le say it is the Nightingale that beates The vaultie heauen so high aboue our heads And not the Larke the Messenger of Morne Come death and welcome Iuliet wils it so What sayes my Loue le ts talke t is not yet day Iul It is it is be gone flye hence away It is the Larke that sings so out of tune Straining harsh Discords and vnpleasing Sharpes Some say the Larke makes sweete Diuision This doth not so for this diuideth vs. Some say the Larke and loathed Toad change eyes I would that now they had changd voyces too Since arme from arme her voyce doth vs affray Hunting thee hence with Huntsvp to the day So now be gone more light and light it growes Rom More light and light more darke and darke our woes Farewell my Loue one kisse and I le descend He goeth downe Iul Art thou gone so my Lord my Loue my Frend I must heare from thee euerie day in the hower For
many thousand times Goe Counsellor Thou and my bosom henceforth shal be twaine I le to the Fryer to know his remedy If all faile els I haue the power to dye Exit Enter Fryer and Paris Fr On Thursday say ye the time is very short Par My Father Capolet will haue it so And I am nothing slacke to slow his hast Fr You say you doe not know the Ladies minde Vneuen is the course I like it not Par Immoderately she weepes for Tybalts death And therefore haue I little talkt of loue For Venus smiles not in a house of teares Now Sir her father thinkes it daungerous That she doth giue her sorrow so much sway And in his wisedome hasts our mariage To stop the inundation of her teares Which too much minded by her selfe alone May be put from her by societie Now doe ye know the reason of this hast Fr I would I knew not why it should be slowd Enter Paris Heere comes the Lady to my cell Par Welcome my loue my Lady and my wife In That may be sir when I may be a wife Par That may be must be loue on thursday next Iu What must be shal be Fr That 's a certaine text Par What come ye to confession to this Fryer Iu To tell you that were to confesse to you Par Do not deny to him that you loue me Iul I will confesse to you that I loue him Par So I am sure you will that you loue me Iu And if I doe it wil be of more price Being spoke behinde your backe than to your face Par Poore soule thy face is much abus'd with teares Iu The teares haue got small victory by that For it was bad enough before their spite Par Thou wrongst it more than teares by that report Iu That is no wrong sir that is a truth And what I spake I spake it to my face Par Thy face is mine and thou hast slaundred it Iu It may be so for it is not mine owne Are you at leasure holy Father now Or shall I come to you at euening Masse Fr My leasure serueâ— me pensiue daughter now My Lord we must entreate the time alone Par God sheild I should disturbe deuotion Iuliet farwell and keep this holy kisse Exit Paris Iu Goe shut the doore and when thou hast done so Come weepe with me that am past cure past help Fr Ah Iuliet I already know thy griefe I heare thou must and nothing may proroge it On Thursday next be married to the Countie Iul Tell me not Frier that thou hearst of it Vnlesse thou tell-me how we may preuent it Giue me some sudden counsell els behold Twixt my extreames and me this bloodie Knife Shall play the Vmpeere arbitrating that Which the Commission of thy yeares and arte Could to no issue of true honour bring Speake not be briefe sor I desire to die If what thou speakst speake not of remedie Fr Stay Iuliet I doo spie a kinde of hope VVhich craues as desperate an execution As that is desperate we would preuent If rather than to marrie Countie Paris Thou hast the strength or will to slay thy selfe T is not vnlike that thou wilt vndertake A thing like death to chyde away this shame That coapst with death it selfe to flye from blame And if thou doost I le giue thee remedie Iul Oh bid me leape rather than marrie Paris From off the battlements of yonder tower Or chaine me to some steepie mountaines top VVhere roaring Beares and sauage Lions are Or shut me nightly in a Charnell-house VVith reekie shankes and yeolow chaples sculls Or lay me in tombe with one new dead Things that to heare them namde haue made me tremble And I will doo it without feaâ—e or doubt To keep my selfe a faithfull vnstaind VVife To my deere Lord my deerest Romeo Fr Hold Iuliet hie thee home get thee to bed Let not thy Nurse lye with thee in thy Chamber And when thou art alone take thou this Violl And this distilled Liquor drinke thou off VVhen presently through all thy veynes shall run A dull and heauie slumber which shall seaze Each vitall spirit for no Pulse shall keepe His naturall progresse but surcease to beate No signe of breath shall testifie thou liâ—st And in this borrowed likenes of shrunke death Thou shalt remaine full two and fortie houres And when thou art laid in thy Kindreds Vault He send in hast to Mantua to thy Lord And he shall come and take thee from thy graue Iul Frier I goe be sure thou send for my deare Romeo Exeunt Enter olde Capoler his Wife Nurse and Seruingman Capo Where are you sirra Sâ—r Heere forsooth Capo Goe prouide me twentie cunning Cookes Ser I warrant you Sir let me alone for that I le knowe them by liâ—king their fingers Capo How canst thou know them so Ser Ah Sir t is an ill Cooke cannot licke his owne fingers Capo Well get you gone Exit Seruingman But where 's this Head-strong Moth Shee s gone my Lord to Frier Laurence Cell To be confest Capo Ah he may hap to doo some good of her A headâ—â—rong selfewild harlotrie it is Enter Iuliet Moth See here she commeth from Confession Capo How now my Head-strong where haue you bin gadding Iul Where I haue learned to repent the sin Of froward wilfull opposition Gainst you and your behests and am enioynd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here And craue remission of so â—oule a fact She kneeles downe Moth Why that 's well said Capo Now before God this holy reuerent Frier All our whole Citie is much bound vnto Goe tell the Countie presently of this For I will haue this knot knit vp to morrow Iul Nurse will you go with me to my Closet To sort such things as shall be requisite Against to morrow Moth I pree thee doo good Nurse goe in with hâ—â— Helpe her to fort Tyres Rebatoes Chaines And I will come vnto you presently Nur Come sweet hart shall we goe Iul I pree thee let vs. Exeunt Nurse and Iuliet Moth Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough Capo I say I will haue this dispatcht to morrow Goe one and certefie the Count thereof Moth I pray my Lord let it be Thursday Capo I say to morrow while shee s in the mood Moth We shall be short in our prouision Capo Let me alone for that goe get you in Now before God my heart is passing light To see her thus conformed to our will Exeunt Enter Nurse Iuliet Nur Come come what need you anie thing else Iul Nothing good Nurse but leaue me to my selfe â—or I doo meane to lye alone to night Nur Well there 's a cleane smocke vnder your pillow and so good night Exit Enter Mother Moth What are you busie doo you need my helpe Iul No Madame I desire to lye alone For I haue manie things to thinke vpon Moth Well then good night be stirring Iuliet The Countie will be earlie here
in an hower there are manie minutes Minutes are dayes so will I number them Oh by this count I shall be much in yeares Ere I see thee againe Rom Farewell I will omit no opportunitie That may conueigh my greetings loue to thee Iul Oh thinkst thou we shall euer meete againe Rom No doubt no doubt and all this woe shall serue For sweete discourses in the time to come Iul Oh God I haue an ill diuining soule Me thinkes I see thee now thou art below Like one dead in the bottome of a Tombe Either mine ey-sight failes or thou lookst pale Rom And trust me Loue in my eye so doo you Drie sorrow drinkes out blood adieu adieu Exit Enter Nurse haslely Nur Madame beware take heed the day is broke Your Mother's comming to your Chamber make all sure She goeth downe from the window Enter Iuliets Mother Nurse Moth Where are you Daughter Nur What Ladie Lambe what Iuliet Iul How now who calls Nur It is your Mother Moth Why how now Iuliet Iul Madam I am not well Moth What euermore weeping for your Cosens death I thinke thou lt wash him from his graue with teares Iul I cannot chuse hauing so great a losse Moth I cannot blame thee But it greeues thee more that Villaine liues Iul What Villaine Madame Moth That Villaine Romeo Iul Villaine and he are manie miles a sunder Moth Content thee Girle if I could finde a man I soone would send to Maniua where he is That should bestow on him so sure a draught As he should soone beare Tybalt companie Iul Finde you the meanes and I le finde such a man For whilest he liues my heart shall nere be light Till I behold him dead is my poore heart Thus for a Kinsman vext Moth Well let that passe I come to bring thee ioyfull newes Iul And ioy comes well in such a needfull time Moth Well then thou hast a carefull Father Cirle And one who pittying thy needfull state Hath found thee out a happie day of ioy Iul What day is that I pray you Moth Marry my Childe The gallant yong and youthfull Gentleman The Countie Paris at Saint Peters Church Early next Thursday morning must prouide To make you there a glad and ioyfull Bride Iul Now by Saint Peters Church and Peter too He shall not there make mee a ioyfull Bride Are these the newes you had to tell me of Marrie here are newes indeed Madame I will not marrie yet And when I doo it shal be rather Romeo whom I hate Than Countie Paris that I cannot loue Enter olde Capolet Moth Here comes your Father you may tell him so Capo Why how now euermore showring In one little bodie thou resemblest a sea a barke a storme For this thy bodie which I tearme a barke Still floating in thy euerfalling teares And tost with sighes arising from thy hart Will without succour shipwracke presently But heare you Wife what haue you sounded her what saies she to it Moth I haue but she will none she thankes ye VVould God that she were married to her graue Capo What will she not doth she not thanke vs doth she not wexe proud Iul Not proud ye haue but thankfull that ye haue Proud can I neuer be of that I hate But thankfull euen for hate that is ment loue Capo Proud and I thanke you and I thanke you not And yet not proud VVhat 's here chop logicke Proud me no prouds nor thanke me no thankes But fettle your fine ioynts on Thursday next To goe with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or I will drag you on a hurdle thether Out you greene sicknes baggage out you tallow face Iu Good father heare me speake She kneeles downe Cap I tell thee what eyther resolue on thursday next To goe with Paris to Saint Peters Church Or henceforth neuer looke me in the face Speake not reply not for my singers ytch Why wife we thought that we were scarcely blest That God had sent vs but this onely chyld But now I see this one is one too much And that we haue a crosse in hauing her Nur Mary God in heauen blesse her my Lord You are too blame to rate her so Cap. And why my Lady wisedome hold your tung Good prudence smatter with your gossips goe Nur Why my Lord I speake no treason Cap Oh godde godden Vtter your grauity ouer a gossips boule For heere we need it not Mo My Lord ye are too hotte Cap Gods blessed mother wife it mads me Day night early late at home abroad Alone in company waking or sleeping Still my care hath beene to see her matcht And hauing now found out a Gentleman Of Princely parentage youthfull and nobly trainde Stuft as they say with honorable parts Proportioned as ones heart coulde wish a man And then to haue a wretched whyning foole A puling mammet in her fortunes tender To say I cannot loue I am too young I pray you pardon mee But if you cannot wedde I le pardon you Graze where you will you shall not house with me Looke to it thinke on t I doe not vse to iest I tell yee what Thursday is neere Lay hand on heart aduise bethinke your selfe If you be mine I le giue you to my frend If not hang drowne starue beg Dye iâ— the streetes for by my Soule I le neuer more acknowledge thee Nor what I haue shall euer doe thee good Thinke on t looke too t I doe not vse to iest Exit Iul Is there no pitty hanging in the cloudes That lookes into the bottom of my woes I doe beseech you Madame cast me not away Defer this mariage for a day or two Or if you cannot make my mariage bed In that dimme monument where Tybalt lyes Moth Nay be assured I will not speake a word Do what thou wilt for I haue done with thee Exit Iul Ah Nurse what comfort what counsell canst thou giue me Nur Now trust me Madame I know not what to say Your Romeo he is banisht and all the world to nothing He neuer dares returne to challendge you Now I thinke good you marry with this County Oh he is a gallant Gentleman Romeo is but a dishclout In respect of him I promise you I thinke you happy in this second match As for your husband he is dead Or t were as good he were for you haue no vse of him Iul Speakst thou this from thy heart Nur I and from my soule or els beshrew them Both. Iul Amen Nur What say you Madame Iul Well thou hast comforted me wondrous much I pray thee goe thy waies vnto my mother Tell her I am gone hauing displeasde my Father To Fryer Laurance Cell to confesse me And to be absolu'd Nur I will and this is wisely done She lookes after Nurse Iul Auncient damnation O most cursed fiend Is it more sinne to wish me thus forsworne Or to dispraise him with the selfe same tongue That thou hast praisde him with aboue compare So