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Friar Laurence’s cell.
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[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS]
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Friar Laurence.
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On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
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Paris.
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My father Capulet will have it so;
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And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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Friar Laurence.
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You say you do not know the lady's mind:
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Uneven is the course, I like it not.
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Paris.
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Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
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And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
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For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
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Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
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That she doth give her sorrow so much sway,
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And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
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To stop the inundation of her tears;
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Which, too much minded by herself alone,
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May be put from her by society:
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Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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Friar Laurence.
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[Aside]I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
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Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
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[Enter JULIET]
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Paris.
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Happily met, my lady and my wife!
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Juliet.
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That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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Paris.
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That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
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Juliet.
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What must be shall be.
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Friar Laurence.
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That's a certain text.
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Paris.
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Come you to make confession to this father?
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Juliet.
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To answer that, I should confess to you.
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Paris.
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Do not deny to him that you love me.
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Juliet.
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I will confess to you that I love him.
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Paris.
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So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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Juliet.
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If I do so, it will be of more price,
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Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
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Paris.
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Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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Juliet.
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The tears have got small victory by that;
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For it was bad enough before their spite.
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Paris.
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Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
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Juliet.
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That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
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And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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Paris.
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Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
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Juliet.
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It may be so, for it is not mine own.
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Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
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Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
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Friar Laurence.
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My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
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My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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Paris.
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God shield I should disturb devotion!
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Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
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Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
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[Exit]
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Juliet.
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O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
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Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
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Friar Laurence.
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Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
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It strains me past the compass of my wits:
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I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
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On Thursday next be married to this county.
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Juliet.
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Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
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Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
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If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
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Do thou but call my resolution wise,
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And with this knife I'll help it presently.
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God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
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And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
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Shall be the label to another deed,
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Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
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Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
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Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
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Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
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'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
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Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
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Which the commission of thy years and art
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Could to no issue of true honour bring.
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Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
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If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
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Friar Laurence.
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Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
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Which craves as desperate an execution.
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As that is desperate which we would prevent.
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If, rather than to marry County Paris,
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Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
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Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
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A thing like death to chide away this shame,
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That copest with death himself to scape from it:
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And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
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Juliet.
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O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
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From off the battlements of yonder tower;
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Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
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Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
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Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
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O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
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With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
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Or bid me go into a new-made grave
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And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
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Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
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And I will do it without fear or doubt,
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To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
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Friar Laurence.
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Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
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To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow:
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To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
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Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
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Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
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And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
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When presently through all thy veins shall run
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A cold and drowsy humour, for no pulse
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Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
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No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
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The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
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To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall,
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Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
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Each part, deprived of supple government,
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Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
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And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
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Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
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And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
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Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
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To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
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Then, as the manner of our country is,
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In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier
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Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
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Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
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In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
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Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
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And hither shall he come: and he and I
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Will watch thy waking, and that very night
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Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
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And this shall free thee from this present shame;
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If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
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Abate thy valour in the acting it.
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Juliet.
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Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
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Friar Laurence.
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Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
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In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
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To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
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Juliet.
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Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.
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Farewell, dear father!
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[Exeunt]
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2. Act IV, Scene 2
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Hall in Capulet’s house.
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[Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen]
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Capulet.
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So many guests invite as here are writ.
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[Exit First Servant]
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Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
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Second Servant.
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You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they
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can lick their fingers.
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Capulet.
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How canst thou try them so?
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Second Servant.
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Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his
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own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his
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fingers goes not with me.
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Capulet.
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Go, be gone.
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[Exit Second Servant]
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We shall be much unfurnished for this time.
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What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?
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Nurse.
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Ay, forsooth.
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Capulet.
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Well, he may chance to do some good on her:
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A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
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Nurse.
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See where she comes from shrift with merry look.
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[Enter JULIET]
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Capulet.
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How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?
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Juliet.
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Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
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Of disobedient opposition
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To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd
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By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,
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And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you!
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Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.
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Capulet.
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Send for the county; go tell him of this:
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I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.
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Juliet.
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I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell;
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And gave him what becomed love I might,
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Not step o'er the bounds of modesty.
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Capulet.
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Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up:
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This is as't should be. Let me see the county;
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Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.
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Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,
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Our whole city is much bound to him.
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Juliet.
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Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,
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To help me sort such needful ornaments
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As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?
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Lady Capulet.
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No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.
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Capulet.
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Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow.
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[Exeunt JULIET and Nurse]
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Lady Capulet.
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We shall be short in our provision:
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'Tis now near night.
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Capulet.
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Tush, I will stir about,
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And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:
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Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;
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I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone;
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I'll play the housewife for this once. What, ho!
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They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself
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To County Paris, to prepare him up
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Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
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Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.
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[Exeunt]
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3. Act IV, Scene 3
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Juliet’s chamber.
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[Enter JULIET and Nurse]
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Juliet.
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Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse,
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I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,
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For I have need of many orisons
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To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
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Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
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[Enter LADY CAPULET]
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Lady Capulet.
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What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
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Juliet.
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No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries
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As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:
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So please you, let me now be left alone,
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And let the nurse this night sit up with you;
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For, I am sure, you have your hands full all,
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In this so sudden business.
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Lady Capulet.
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Good night:
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Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need.
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[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
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Juliet.
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Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
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I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
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That almost freezes up the heat of life:
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I'll call them back again to comfort me:
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Nurse! What should she do here?
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My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
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Come, vial.
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What if this mixture do not work at all?
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Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?
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No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there.
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[Laying down her dagger]
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What if it be a poison, which the friar
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Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
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Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd,
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Because he married me before to Romeo?
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I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not,
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For he hath still been tried a holy man.
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How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
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I wake before the time that Romeo
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42
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Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!
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Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault,
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To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
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And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
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Or, if I live, is it not very like,
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The horrible conceit of death and night,
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Together with the terror of the place,—
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As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
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Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
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Of all my buried ancestors are packed:
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Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
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Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
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At some hours in the night spirits resort;—
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Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
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So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
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And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
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That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:—
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O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
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Environed with all these hideous fears?
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And madly play with my forefather's joints?
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And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
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And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
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As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
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65
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O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
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66
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Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
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67
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Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
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68
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Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
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[She falls upon her bed, within the curtains]
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4. Act IV, Scene 4
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0
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Hall in Capulet’s house.
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1
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[Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
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2
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Lady Capulet.
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3
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Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
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4
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Nurse.
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They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
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[Enter CAPULET]
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7
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Capulet.
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8
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Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,
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9
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The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
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10
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Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
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11
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Spare not for the cost.
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12
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Nurse.
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13
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Go, you cot-quean, go,
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14
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Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow
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15
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For this night's watching.
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Capulet.
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17
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No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now
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All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
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Lady Capulet.
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Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;
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But I will watch you from such watching now.
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[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]
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Capulet.
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A jealous hood, a jealous hood!
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[Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets]
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Capulet.
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Now, fellow,
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What's there?
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First Servant.
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Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.
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Capulet.
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Make haste, make haste.
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[Exit First Servant]
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Sirrah, fetch drier logs:
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Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
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Second Servant.
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I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,
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38
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And never trouble Peter for the matter.
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[Exit]
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Capulet.
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Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!
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42
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Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day:
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The county will be here with music straight,
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For so he said he would: I hear him near.
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[Music within]
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Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!
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[Re-enter Nurse]
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Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;
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49
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I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
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50
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Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:
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Make haste, I say.
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[Exeunt]
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5. Act IV, Scene 5
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0
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Juliet’s chamber.
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1
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[Enter Nurse]
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2
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Nurse.
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3
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Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:
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4
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Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
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5
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Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
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6
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What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;
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7
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Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
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8
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The County Paris hath set up his rest,
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9
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That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
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10
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Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
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11
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I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
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12
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Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
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13
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He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
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14
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[Undraws the curtains]
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15
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What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
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16
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I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
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17
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Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
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18
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O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
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19
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Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
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20
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[Enter LADY CAPULET]
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21
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Lady Capulet.
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22
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What noise is here?
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23
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Nurse.
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24
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O lamentable day!
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25
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Lady Capulet.
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26
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What is the matter?
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27
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Nurse.
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28
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Look, look! O heavy day!
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29
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Lady Capulet.
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30
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O me, O me! My child, my only life,
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31
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Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
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32
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Help, help! Call help.
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33
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[Enter CAPULET]
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34
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Capulet.
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35
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For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
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36
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Nurse.
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37
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She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
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38
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Lady Capulet.
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39
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Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
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40
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Capulet.
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41
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Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
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42
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
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43
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Life and these lips have long been separated:
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44
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Death lies on her like an untimely frost
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45
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Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
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46
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Nurse.
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47
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O lamentable day!
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48
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Lady Capulet.
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49
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O woful time!
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50
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Capulet.
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51
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Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
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52
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Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
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53
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[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians]
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54
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Friar Laurence.
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55
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Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
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56
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Capulet.
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57
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Ready to go, but never to return.
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58
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O son! the night before thy wedding-day
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59
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Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
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60
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Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
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61
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Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
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62
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My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
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63
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And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.
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64
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Paris.
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65
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Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
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66
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And doth it give me such a sight as this?
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67
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Lady Capulet.
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68
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Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
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69
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Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
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70
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In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
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71
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But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
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72
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But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
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73
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And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
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74
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Nurse.
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75
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O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
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76
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Most lamentable day, most woful day,
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77
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That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
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78
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O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
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79
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Never was seen so black a day as this:
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80
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O woful day, O woful day!
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81
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Paris.
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82
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Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
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83
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Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
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84
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By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
|
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85
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O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
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86
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Capulet.
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87
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Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
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88
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Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
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89
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To murder, murder our solemnity?
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90
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O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
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91
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Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
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92
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And with my child my joys are buried.
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93
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Friar Laurence.
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94
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Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
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95
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In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
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96
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|
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
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97
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And all the better is it for the maid:
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98
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Your part in her you could not keep from death,
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99
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But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
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100
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The most you sought was her promotion;
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101
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For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
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102
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And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
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103
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Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
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104
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O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
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105
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That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
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106
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She's not well married that lives married long;
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107
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But she's best married that dies married young.
|
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108
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Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
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109
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On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
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110
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In all her best array bear her to church:
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111
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For though fond nature bids us an lament,
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112
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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
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113
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Capulet.
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114
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All things that we ordained festival,
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115
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Turn from their office to black funeral;
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116
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Our instruments to melancholy bells,
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117
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Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
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118
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Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
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119
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Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
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120
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And all things change them to the contrary.
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121
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Friar Laurence.
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122
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Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;
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123
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And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
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124
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To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
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125
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The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;
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126
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Move them no more by crossing their high will.
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127
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[Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE]
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|
128
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First Musician.
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129
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Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
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130
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Nurse.
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131
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Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
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132
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For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
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133
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[Exit]
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134
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First Musician.
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135
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Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
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136
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[Enter PETER]
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137
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Peter.
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138
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Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
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139
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ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
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|
140
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First Musician.
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141
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Why 'Heart's ease?'
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142
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Peter.
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143
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O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
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144
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heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
|
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145
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to comfort me.
|
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146
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First Musician.
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147
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Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
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148
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Peter.
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149
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You will not, then?
|
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150
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First Musician.
|
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151
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No.
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152
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Peter.
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153
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I will then give it you soundly.
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154
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First Musician.
|
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155
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What will you give us?
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156
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Peter.
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157
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No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
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158
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I will give you the minstrel.
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159
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First Musician.
|
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160
|
|
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Then I will give you the serving-creature.
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161
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Peter.
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162
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Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
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163
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your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
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164
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I'll fa you; do you note me?
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165
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First Musician.
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166
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An you re us and fa us, you note us.
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167
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Second Musician.
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168
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Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
|
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169
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Peter.
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170
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Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
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171
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with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
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172
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me like men:
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173
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'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
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174
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And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
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175
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Then music with her silver sound'—
|
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176
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|
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why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
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177
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sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?
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178
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First Musician.
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179
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Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
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180
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Peter.
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181
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Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
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182
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Second Musician.
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183
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I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
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184
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Peter.
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185
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Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
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186
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Third Musician.
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187
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Faith, I know not what to say.
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188
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Peter.
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189
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O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
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190
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for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
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191
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because musicians have no gold for sounding:
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192
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'Then music with her silver sound
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193
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With speedy help doth lend redress.'
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194
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[Exit]
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195
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First Musician.
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196
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What a pestilent knave is this same!
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197
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Second Musician.
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198
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Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
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199
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mourners, and stay dinner.
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