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SCENE I.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris.
Par. My father Capulet will have it so;
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have 1 little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; And in his wisdom hastes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too inuch minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society: Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price,
Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough, before their spite. Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that re
port. Jul. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.-
Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now:My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion ! Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Par.
Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past help!
Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
On Thursday next be married to this county.
Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this, 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; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald, 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, Give me some present counsel; or, behold, 'Twixt iny 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. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
Fri. 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, 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; And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.
Jul. 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,
Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Jul. Give me, I give me! tell me not of fear.
Fri. 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. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help
afford. Farewell, dear father!
SCENE II.-A room in CAPULET's house.
Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.
[Exit Servant. Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.
Cap. How canst thou try them so ?
Serv. Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick his fingers, goes not with me. Cap. Go, begone.
[Exit Servant. We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.