Go before, nurse; commend me to thy Lady, Nurfe. O Lord, I could have ftaid here all night long, To hear good counfel: oh, what learning is! My Lord, I'll tell my Lady you will come. Rom. Do fo, and bid my fweet prepare to chide. Nurfe. Here, Sir, a ring the bid me give you, Sir: Hie you, make hafte, for it grows very late. Rom. How well my comfort is reviv'd by this! [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Capulet's House. Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Paris. Cap. Things have fall'n out, Sir, fo unluckily, [ter: That we have had no time to move our daugh Look you, fhe lov'd her kinfman Tybalt dearly, And fo did I-Well, we were born to die'Tis very late, he'll not come down to-night. Par. These times of woe afford no time to wooe: Par. Monday, my Lord. 1 defperate. old edit. Warb. emend. 2 nay more, I doubt it not. Cap. Cap. Monday? ha! ha! well, Wednesday is too foon, Therefore we'll have fome half a dozen friends, Farewel, my Lord-light to my chamber, hoa! [Exeunt. Enter Romeo and Juliet above at a window; a ladder of ropes fet. Jul. WILT thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the Nightingale, and not the Lark, That pierc'd the fearful hollow of thine ear: Nightly fhe fings on yond pomgranate tree : I must be gone and live, or ftay and die. Jul. Yon light is not day-light, I know it well: Then stay a while, thou shalt not go so foon. Rom. Rom. Let me then stay, let me be ta'en and die; ful. It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away: Some fay, the lark and loathed toad change eyes, Nurfe. Your Lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke, be wary, look about. 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 fhall be much in years, Rom. Farewel: I will omit no opportunity, That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. (a) Alluding to the notion of the vulgar because the lark with a freet pipe bath little ugly eyes, and the toad large and fine eyes but a dijmal croaking voice. Warburton. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining foul; Rom. And truft me, love, in mine eye fo do you: Dry Sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! [Exeunt. Jul. what doft thou with him H fortune, fortune, all men call thee fickle: That is renown'd for faith? be fickle, fortune: For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long, But fend him back. Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. Ho, daughter, are you up? 4 Jul. Who is't that calls? is it my Lady mother? What unaccustom'd caufe 'provokes her hither? La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I'm not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your coufin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Jul. Yet let me weep for fuch a feeling lofs. [death, La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'ft not fo much for his As that the villain lives which flaughter'd him. La. Cap. 'That villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he are many miles afunder. [Afide. La. Cap. Content thee, girl. If I could find a man, I foon would fend to Mantua where he is, 4 procures Jul. 5 That fame villain, Jul. Find you the means, and I'll find fuch a man ; For while he lives, my heart fhall ne'er be light 'Till I behold him dead is my poor heart, Thus for a kinfman vext. La. Cap. Well, let that pass. I come to bring thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in fuch a needful time: What are they, I befeech your Ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou haft a careful father, child; One, who to put thee from thy heaviness, Hath forted out a fudden day of joy, That thou expect'ft 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, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, The County Paris, at St. Peter's church, Shall happily make thee a joyful bride. Jul. Now, by St. Peter's church, and Peter too, It fhall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, La. Cap. Here comes your father, tell him so your self, And fee how he will take it at your hands. Enter Capulet and Nurse. Cap. How now? a conduit, girl? what, ftill in tears? Evermore show'ring? in one little body Thou counterfeit'ft a bark, a fea, a wind; 6 body is Thy |