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by William Shakespeare


  I think it best you married with the County.

  O, he’s a lovely gentleman.

  Romeo’s a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam,

  Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye

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  As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

  I think you are happy in this second match,

  For it excels your first; or, if it did not,

  Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were

  As living here and you no use of him.

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  JULIET Speakest thou from thy heart?

  NURSE And from my soul too, else beshrew them both.

  JULIET Amen.

  NURSE What?

  JULIET

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  Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

  Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

  Having displeas’d my father, to Laurence’ cell,

  To make confession and to be absolv’d.

  NURSE Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Exit.

  JULIET Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend,

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  Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,

  Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

  Which she hath prais’d him with above compare

  So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.

  Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.

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  I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.

  If all else fail, myself have power to die. Exit.

  4.1 Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS.

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.

  PARIS My father Capulet will have it so,

  And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  You say you do not know the lady’s mind.

  Uneven is the course. I like it not.

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  PARIS Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,

  And therefore have I little talk’d of love,

  For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

  Now sir, her father counts it dangerous

  That she do give her sorrow so much sway,

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  And in his wisdom hastes our marriage

  To stop the inundation of her tears

  Which, too much minded by herself alone,

  May be put from her by society.

  Now do you know the reason of this haste.

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  FRIAR LAURENCE

  I would I knew not why it should be slow’d –

  Look sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.

  Enter JULIET.

  PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife.

  JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

  PARIS That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.

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  JULIET What must be, shall be.

  FRIAR LAURENCE That’s a certain text.

  PARIS Come you to make confession to this father?

  JULIET To answer that, I should confess to you.

  PARIS Do not deny to him that you love me.

  JULIET I will confess to you that I love him.

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  PARIS So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.

  JULIET If I do so, it will be of more price

  Being spoke behind your back than to your face.

  PARIS Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears.

  JULIET The tears have got small victory by that,

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  For it was bad enough before their spite.

  PARIS

  Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.

  JULIET That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,

  And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

  PARIS Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it.

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  JULIET 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?

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. –

  My lord, we must entreat the time alone.

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  PARIS God shield I should disturb devotion.

  Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;

  Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss. Exit.

  JULIET O shut the door, and when thou hast done so,

  Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!

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  FRIAR LAURENCE O 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.

  JULIET Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this,

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  Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.

  If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,

  Do thou but call my resolution wise,

  And with this knife I’ll help it presently.

  God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands;

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  And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,

  Shall be the label to another deed,

  Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

  Turn to another, this shall slay them both.

  Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time

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  Give me some present counsel, or behold:

  ’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife

  Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that

  Which the commission of thy years and art

  Could to no issue of true honour bring.

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  Be not so long to speak. I long to die

  If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  Hold, daughter. I do spy a kind of hope

  Which craves as desperate an execution

  As that is desperate which we would prevent.

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  If, rather than to marry County Paris,

  Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

  Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

  A thing like death to chide away this shame,

  That cop’st with death himself to scape from it.

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  And if thou dar’st, I’ll give thee remedy.

  JULIET

  O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

  From off the battlements of any tower,

  Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk

  Where serpents are. Chain me with roaring bears,

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  Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house

  O’ercover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,

  With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls.

  Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

  And hide me with a dead man in his shroud –

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  Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble –

  And I will do it without fear or doubt,

  To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  Hold then. Go home, be merry, give consent

  To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;

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  Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone.

  Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.

  Take thou this vial, being then in bed,

  And this distilling liquor drink thou off;

  When presently through all thy veins shall run

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  A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse

  Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:

  No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest,

  The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

  To wanny ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall

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  Like death when he shuts up the day of life.

  Each part depriv’d of supple gove
rnment

  Shall stiff and stark and cold appear, like death,

  And in this borrow’d likeness of shrunk death

  Thou shalt continue two and forty hours

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  And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

  Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes

  To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou, dead.

  Then as the manner of our country is,

  In thy best robes, uncover’d on the bier

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  Thou shall be borne to that same ancient vault

  Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

  In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,

  Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift

  And hither shall he come, and he and I

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  Will watch thy waking, and that very night

  Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua,

  And this shall free thee from this present shame,

  If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear

  Abate thy valour in the acting it.

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  JULIET Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear.

  FRIAR LAURENCE

  Hold. Get you gone. Be strong and prosperous

  In this resolve. I’ll send a friar with speed

  To Mantua with my letters to thy lord.

  JULIET

  Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.

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  Farewell, dear father. Exeunt.

  4.2 Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse and two or three Servingmen.

  CAPULET So many guests invite as here are writ.

  Exit Servingman.

  Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

  SERVINGMAN

  You shall have none ill, sir, for I’ll try if they can lick

  their fingers.

  CAPULET How! Canst thou try them so?

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  SERVINGMAN

  Marry sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own

  fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes

  not with me.

  CAPULET Exit Servingman.

  We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.

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  What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

  NURSE Ay, forsooth.

  CAPULET Well, he may chance to do some good on her.

  A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.

  Enter JULIET

  NURSE

  See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

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  CAPULET

  How now, my headstrong: where have you been gadding?

  JULIET Where I have learnt me to repent the sin

  Of disobedient opposition

  To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d

  By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

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  To beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you.

  Henceforward I am ever rul’d by you.

  [She kneels down.]

  CAPULET Send for the County, go tell him of this.

  I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.

  JULIET I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell,

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  And gave him what becomed love I might,

  Not stepping 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.

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  Now afore God, this reverend holy Friar,

  All 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 tomorrow?

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  LADY CAPULET

  No, not till Thursday. There is time enough.

  CAPULET

  Go, Nurse, go with her. We’ll to church tomorrow.

  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.

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  Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her.

  I’ll not to bed tonight, 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 up him

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  Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light

  Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.

  Exeunt.

  4.3 Enter JULIET and NURSE.

  JULIET Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,

  I pray thee leave me to myself tonight,

 

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