Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man, And then to have a wretched puling fool, me: Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. [Exit. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief? O, sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week; Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monumeut where Tybalt lies. Lady Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-0 nurse! how shall this be prevented? My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; Upon so soft a subject as myself! What say'st thou hast thou not a word of joy? Some comfort, nurse. Nurse. 'Faith, here it is: Romeo Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it must needs be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart? Nurse. Or else beshrew them both. From my soul too; Go in; and tell my lady I am gone, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. [Exit. Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend! Is it more sin-to wish me thus forsworn, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter LAURENCE and PARIS. Friar. N Thursday, sir? the time is very short. So: And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not. Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love : Now do you know the reason of this haste. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Enter JULIET. Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! next. Jul. What must be shall be. Fri. That's a certain text. Par. Come you to make confession to this father? Jul. To answer that, I should confess to you. me. Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. Jul. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Par. The face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Jul. 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? Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now : My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Par. God shield I should disturb devotion !— Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit. Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me: past hope, past care, past help! Fri. 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. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: And with this knife I'll help it presently. God joined my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Which craves as desperate an execution A thing like death to chide away this shame, VOL. XI 15 |