Cap. Monday! ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is too soon, Therefore we'll have some half-a-dozen friends, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.— That we may call it early by and by : Good-night. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Gallery to JULIET's Chamber.4 Enter ROMEO and JULIET. Jul. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day : Rom. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, To be to thee this night a torch-bearer, Jul. It is, it is—hie hence, be gone, away! Some say, the lark and loathed toad change eyes ; Rom. More light and light-more dark and dark our woes ! Nurse. Madam! Enter Nurse. Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady-mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my lord, my love, my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, For in a minute there are many days: O! by this count I shall be much in years, Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity Jul. O God, I have an ill-divining soul! La. Cap. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? Jul. Who is 't that calls? is it my lady-mother? Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither ? Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live: Therefore, have done: some grief shews much of love; But much of grief shews still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. La. Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam ? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain and he be many miles asunder. God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man, like he, doth grieve my heart. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not : Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua— Where that same banish'd runagate doth live— Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram, That he shall soon keep Tybalt company : And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him-deadIs my poor heart so for a kinsman vex'd: Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it ; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him nam'd-and cannot come to him To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needy time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? 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 expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? La. Cap. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. I pray you tell my lord and father, madam, I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear, It shall be Romeo, whom you know I hate, Rather than Paris :-these are news indeed! La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew ; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright.— How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears ? Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife! La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would the fool were married to her grave! Cap. Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. Jul. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have : |