Romeo and JulietPart 13
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Part 13
Paris. Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report.
Juliet. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Paris. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Juliet. It may be so, for it is not mine own.-- Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
Friar Laurence. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.-- My lord, we must entreat the time alone. 40
Paris. God shield I should disturb devotion!-- Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye; Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. [Exit.
Juliet. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
Friar Laurence. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this county.
Juliet. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, 50 Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it; If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with this knife I'll help it presently. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both. Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time, 60 Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Friar Laurence. Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent. 70 If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Juliet. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; 80 Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his shroud,-- Things, that to hear them told, have made me tremble,-- And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
Friar Laurence. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow. 90 To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse Shall keep his native progress but surcease. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, 100 Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, depriv'd of supple government, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death; And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead. Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier 110 Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come; and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame, If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear Abate thy valour in the acting it. 120
Juliet. Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
Friar Laurence. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous In this resolve. I'll send a friar with speed To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Juliet. Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Hall in Capulet's House
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen
Capulet. So many guests invite as here are writ.-- [Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
2 Servant. You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Capulet. How canst thou try them so?
2 Servant. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
Capulet. Go, be gone.-- [Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. 10 What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.
Capulet. Well, he may chance to do some good on her; A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
Enter JULIET
Capulet. How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
Juliet. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here 20 And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.
Capulet. Send for the county; go tell him of this. I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
Juliet. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell, And gave him what becomed love I might, Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
Capulet. Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,--stand up. This is as 't should be.--Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.-- 30 Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, All our whole city is much bound to him.
Juliet. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
Lady Capulet. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
Capulet. Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.
Lady Capulet. We shall be short in our provision; 'Tis now near night.
Capulet. Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. 40 Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her. I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone, I'll play the housewife for this once.--What, ho!-- They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare him up Against to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.
Scene III. Juliet's Chamber
Enter JULIET and Nurse
Juliet. Ay, those attires are best; but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
Enter LADY CAPULET
Lady Capulet. What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
Juliet. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries As are behoveful for our state to-morrow. So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you; 10 For, I am sure, you have your hands full all In this so sudden business.
Lady Capulet. Good night; Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Juliet. 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, vial.-- 20 What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? 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. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, 30 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 40 Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering 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? 50 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.
SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's House
Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
Lady Capulet. Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Enter CAPULET
Capulet. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd, The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.-- Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica; Spare not for cost.
Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
Capulet. No, not a whit. What! I have watch' ere now All night for lesser cause and ne'er been sick. 10
Lady Capulet. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Capulet. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!--
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets
Now, fellow, What's there?
1 Servant. Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.
Capulet. Make haste, make haste.--[Exit Servant.] Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Servant. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit.
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