As that is desperate which we would prevent.
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 copest with death himself to scape from it;
And, if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
O’er-cover’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;
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.
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
When presently through all thy veins shall run
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 paly ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, deprived of supple government,
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,
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
Thou shalt 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
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.
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.
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
Farewell, dear father! Exeunt.
Scene II
Hall in Capulet’s house.
Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and two Servingmen. | |
Capulet |
So many guests invite as here are writ. Exit First Servant. |
Second Servant | You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers. |
Capulet | How canst thou try them so? |
Second Servant | Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. |
Capulet |
Go, be gone. Exit Second Servant. |
Nurse | Ay, forsooth. |
Capulet |
Well, he may chance to do some good on her: |
Nurse | See where she comes from shrift with merry look. |
Enter Juliet. | |
Capulet | How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding? |
Juliet |
Where I have learn’d me to repent the sin |
Capulet |
Send for the county; go tell him of this: |
Juliet |
I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell; |
Capulet |
Why, I am glad on’t; this is well: stand up: |
Juliet |
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, |
Lady Capulet | No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. |
Capulet | Go, nurse, go with her: we’ll to church to-morrow. Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. |
Lady Capulet |
We shall be short in our provision: |
Capulet |
Tush, I will stir about, |
Scene III
Juliet’s chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse. | |
Juliet |
Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse, |
Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? |
Juliet |
No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries |
Lady Capulet |
Good night: |
Juliet |
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. |