Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? And slay thy lady, that in thy life lives, By doing damned hate upon thyself? Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once; which thou at once would'st lose. Fie, fie thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit: Which, like an usurer, abound'st in all, And usest none in that true use indeed Which would bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit. Thy noble shape is but a form of wax, Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love, And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. And turn'd it to exile; there art thou happy: Go get thee to thy love, as was decreed, Nurse. O Lord, I could have stay'd here all To hear good counsel: O, what learning is !My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. Nurse. Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir : Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. [Exit. Rom. How well my comfort is revived by this! Fri. Go hence: good night; and here stands all your state : Either be gone before the watch be set, Or by the break of day, disguised, from hence; Rom. But that a joy past joy calls out on me, It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-A Room in Capulet's House. Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and PARIS. Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, That we have had no time to move our daughter : Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I;-well; we were born to die.'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night : I promise you, but for your company, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo; Madam, good night: commend me daughter. to your Lady Cap. I will, and know her mind early tomorrow; To-night she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; Par. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! is too soon, Monday, my lord. Well, Wednesday O' Thursday let it be ;—o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl Will you be ready? do you like this haste? Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. Cap. Well, get you gone :-o' Thursday be it then : : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.-Farewell, my lord.-Light to my chamber, ho! Afore me, it is so very late, that we May call it early by-and-by :-good night. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Loggia to Juliet's Chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree : Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale : look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east : Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain ops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Jul. Yon light is not daylight, I know it, I: It is some meteor that the sun exhales, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet, thou need'st not to be gone. Rom. Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death: I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say, yon gray is not the morning's eye, "Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Jul It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away; Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes; Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Enter Nurse. Nurse. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? love! lord! ay-husband, friend! I must hear from thee every day in the hour, O! by this count I shall be much in years, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity |