And therefore have I little talk'd of love; That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, Now do you know the reason of this haste. Friar Laurence. [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards 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. 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. Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. 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. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Or shall I come to you at evening mass? 20 30 Friar Laurence. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. My lord, we must entreat the time alone. Paris. God shield I should disturb devotion!- 40 [Exit. Juliet. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Juliet. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Or my true heart with treacherous revolt If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. 50 60 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. If, rather than to marry County Paris, 70 Then is it likely thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, Fuliet. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. love.) 80 Friar Laurence. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give con sent To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow: Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber. And this distilled liquor drink thou off; 90 100 Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier Abate thy valour in the acting it. Juliet. Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! 110 120 Friar Laurence. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros perous 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 Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen. Capulet. So many guests invite as here are writ. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. [Exit Servant. 2 Servant. You shall have none ill, sir, for I 'll try if they can lick their fingers. Capulet. How canst thou try them so? 2 Servant. Marry, sir, 't is an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me. Capulet. Go, be gone. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Nurse. Ay, forsooth. [Exit Servant. 10 Capulet. Well, he may chance to do some good on her; A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is. 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 Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here, And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you! Capulet. Send for the county; go tell him of this. 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.— Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, Juliet. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, To help me sort such needful ornaments As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? 20 30 Lady Capulet. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. 'T is now near night. H |