Act IV
Scene I
Friar Laurence’s cell.
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris. | |
Friar Laurence | On Thursday, sir? the time is very short. |
Paris |
My father Capulet will have it so;
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Friar Laurence |
You say you do not know the lady’s mind:
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Paris |
Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,
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Friar Laurence |
Aside. I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.
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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. |
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. |
Paris | So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. |
Juliet |
If I do so, it will be of more price,
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Paris | Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. |
Juliet |
The tears have got small victory by that;
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Paris | Thou wrong’st it, more than tears, with that report. |
Juliet |
That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
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Paris | Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander’d it. |
Juliet |
It may be so, for it is not mine own.
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Friar Laurence |
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
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Paris |
God shield I should disturb devotion!
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Juliet |
O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
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Friar Laurence |
Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
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Juliet |
Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
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Juliet |
O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
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Friar Laurence |
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
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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
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Juliet |
Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
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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 Servingman.
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Second Servingman | You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers. |
Capulet | How canst thou try them so? |
Second 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 |
Go, be gone. Exit Second Servingman.
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Nurse | Ay, forsooth. |
Capulet |
Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
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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
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Capulet |
Send for the county; go tell him of this:
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Juliet |
I met the youthful lord at Laurence’ cell;
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Capulet |
Why, I am glad on’t; this is well: stand up:
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Juliet |
Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
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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:
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Capulet |
Tush, I will stir about,
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Scene III
Juliet’s chamber.
Enter Juliet and Nurse. | |
Juliet |
Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | What, are you busy, ho? need you my help? |
Juliet |
No, madam; we have cull’d such necessaries
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Lady Capulet |
Good night:
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Juliet |
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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Scene IV
Hall in Capulet’s house.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. | |
Lady Capulet | Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. |
Nurse | They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. |
Enter Capulet. | |
Capulet |
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow’d,
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Nurse |
Go, you cot-quean, go,
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Capulet |
No, not a whit: what! I have watch’d ere now
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Lady Capulet |
Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
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Capulet | A jealous-hood, a jealous hood! |
Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets. | |
Now, fellow,
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First Servingman | Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. |
Capulet |
Make haste, make haste.Exit First Servingman. Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
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Second Servingman |
I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
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Capulet |
Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
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Re-enter Nurse. | |
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
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Scene V
Juliet’s chamber.
Enter Nurse. | |
Nurse |
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
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Enter Lady Capulet. | |
Lady Capulet | What noise is here? |
Nurse | O lamentable day! |
Lady Capulet | What is the matter? |
Nurse | Look, look! O heavy day! |
Lady Capulet |
O me, O me! My child, my only life,
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Enter Capulet. | |
Capulet | For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. |
Nurse | She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead; alack the day! |
Lady Capulet | Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead! |
Capulet |
Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she’s cold;
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Nurse | O lamentable day! |
Lady Capulet | O woeful time! |
Capulet |
Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,
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Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians. | |
Friar Laurence | Come, is the bride ready to go to church? |
Capulet |
Ready to go, but never to return.
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Paris |
Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
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Lady Capulet |
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
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Nurse |
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
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Paris |
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
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Capulet |
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d!
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Friar Laurence |
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion’s cure lives not
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Capulet |
All things that we ordained festival,
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Friar Laurence |
Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
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First Musician | Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. |
Nurse |
Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;
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First Musician | Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. |
Enter Peter. | |
Peter | Musicians, O, musicians, “Heart’s ease, Heart’s ease:” O, an you will have me live, play “Heart’s ease.” |
First Musician | Why “Heart’s ease”? |
Peter | O, musicians, because my heart itself plays “My heart is full of woe:” O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. |
First Musician | Not a dump we; ’tis no time to play now. |
Peter | You will not, then? |
First Musician | No. |
Peter | I will then give it you soundly. |
First Musician | What will you give us? |
Peter | No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel. |
First Musician | Then I will give you the serving-creature. |
Peter | Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I’ll re you, I’ll fa you; do you note me? |
First Musician | An you re us and fa us, you note us. |
Second Musician | Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. |
Peter |
Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men:
why “silver sound”? why “music with her silver sound”? What say you, Simon Catling? |
First Musician | Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. |
Peter | Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? |
Second Musician | I say “silver sound,” because musicians sound for silver. |
Peter | Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? |
Third Musician | Faith, I know not what to say. |
Peter |
O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is “music with her silver sound,” because musicians have no gold for sounding:
Exit. |
First Musician | What a pestilent knave is this same! |
Second Musician | Hang him, Jack! Come, we’ll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. Exeunt. |