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Act IV, Scene 2 Hall in Capulet's house.
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET,
Nurse, and two
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| CAPULET | So many guests invite as here are writ. |
| [Exit First Servant] | |
| Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. | |
| Second Servant | You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers. |
| CAPULET | How canst thou try them so? |
| Second 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 Second Servant] | |
| We shall be much unfurnished for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? |
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| 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, And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! Henceforward I am ever ruled 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 step 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. Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, 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: 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] |
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; 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. 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 her 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, 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 packed: 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? And madly play with my forefather's 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. |
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| [She falls upon her bed, within the curtains] |
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