Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, [Exeunt. SCENE III. JULIET'S chamber. Enter JULIET and Nurse. Jul. 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. La. Cap. What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? 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; 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 ;- My dismal scene I needs must act alone.- What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married, then, to-morrow morning?- [Laying down her dagger. What if it be a poison, which the friar Because he married me before to Romeo? I fear it is and yet, methinks, it should not, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, The horrible conceit of death and night, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones So early waking,—what with loathsome smells; [Throws herself on the bed. SCENE IV. Hall in CAPULET's house. 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 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 Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now 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, Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. What's there? First Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit First Serv.]—Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Sec. Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Re-enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; [Exit. [Music within. I'll go and chat with Paris:-hie, make haste, [Exeunt. SCENE V. JULIET's chamber; JULIET on the bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress!—what, mistress!-Juliet !-fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart!-why, bride!— What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, I must needs wake her.-Madam, madam, madam !— He'll fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be? Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? La. Cap. What is the matter? O lamentable day! 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. dead! Cap. Ha! let me see her:-out, alas! she's cold; Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woeful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. Fri. L. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? O son, the night before thy wedding-day Hath death lain with thy wife:-there she lies,(54) Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! O woeful day, O woeful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!- O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! Cap. Despis'd, distressèd, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!— Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now |