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Go before, nurse; commend me to thy Lady,
Nurse. O'Lord, I could have staid here all night long,
Rom. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide.
Nurse. Here, Sir, a ring she bid me give you, Sir: Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late.
Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this !
Fri. Sojourn in Mantua ; I'll find out your man,
Rom. But that a joy, past joy, calls out on me,
Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, And so did I-Well, we were born to die 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night.
Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe:
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a 'separate tender
Par. Monday, my Lord.
i desperate . . . old edit. Warb. emend. 2 nay more, I doubt it not.
Cap. Monday? ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too soon, On Thursday let it be : you shall be marry'd. We'll keep no great a-do-a friend or two For, hark you, Tybalt being Nain so late, It may be thought we held him carelesy, Being our kinsman, if we revel much : Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there's an end. But what say you to Thursday?
Par. My Lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow.
Cap. Well, get you gone --- on Thursday be it then : Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, [To Lady Capulet. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Farewel, my Lordlight to my chamber, hoa! Good-night.
SCE N E VII.
Enter Romeo and Juliet above at a window; a ladder of
ropes set. Jul. W :
ILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day:
That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear:
Rom. It was the Lark, the herald of the morn,
Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well :
Rom. Let me then stay, let me be ta’en and die ;
Jul. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away:
[Romeo descends. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse?
Nurse. Your Lady mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke, be wary, look abous.
Jul. Art thou gone fo? love! Lord ! ah husband! friend! I must hear from thee ev'ry day in th' hour, For in a minute there are many days. O by this count I shall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo.
Rom. Farewel : I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee.
Jul. Ó think’it thou we shall ever meet again?
Rom. I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
Jul. (a). Alluding to the notion of the vulgar because the lark with a fiveet pipe hath litile ugly eyes, and the road large and fine eyes but a dismal croaking voice.
Warburton. 3 I would they had ... old edit. Warb. emend.
Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul;
Rom. And trust me, love, in mine eye lo do you :
SCE N E VIII.
Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up?
Jul. Who is't that calls ? is it my Lady mother?
La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet ?
La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?
Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. [death,
La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his As that the villain lives which Naughter'd him.
Jul. What villain, Madam ?
La. Cap. Content thee, girl. If I could find a man,
Jul. 4 procures
5 That same villain,
Jul. Find you the means, and I'll find such a man ;
La. Cap. Well, let that pass.
Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time.
La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; One, who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath sorted out a sudden day of joy, That thou expectft not, nor I look'd not for.
Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is this?
La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn,
Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too,
La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him so your self, And see how he will take it at your hands.
Enter Capulet and Nurse. Cap. How. now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Evermore show'ring? in one little body Thou counterfeitft a bark, a sea, a wind; For ftill thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and low with tears; the bark thy 6'body Sailing in this falt flood: the winds thy sighs, Which raging with thy tears, and they with them, Without a sudden calm, will overset
6 body is