Fri.
On thursday, sir? the time is very short.

Par.
My father Capulet will have it so;
And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

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 I little talk'd ^note of love;
For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,
That she do give ^note her sorrow so much sway;
And, in his wisdom, hasts our marriage,
To stop the inundation of her tears:
Which, too much minded by herself alone,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste. ^note

&clquo;Fri.
&clquo;I would, I knew not why it should be slow'd.&crquo;
Look, sir, here comes the lady towards ^note my cell. Enter Juliet.

Par.
Happily met, my lady, and my wife.

Jul.
That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.

Par.
That may be, must be, love, on thursday next.

Jul.
What must be shall be.

Fri.
That's a certain text.

Par.
Come you to make confession to this father?

Jul.
To answer that, were to confess ^note to you.

Par.
Do not deny to him, that you love me.

Jul.
I will confess to you, that I love him.

Par.
So will you, I ^note am sure, that you love me.

Jul.
If I do so, it ^note will be of more price
Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.

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 ^note report.

Jul.
That is no wrong, sir ^note, that is but a ^note truth:
And what I spake, I spake it to my face ^note.

Par.
Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.

Jul.
It may be so, for it is not mine own.—
Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
Or shall I come to you at evening mass?

Fri.
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now:—
My lord, we must ^note entreat the time alone.

Par.
God sheild, I should disturb devotion!—
Juliet, on thursday early will I rouze you:
'Till then, adieu; and keep this holy † kiss. [Exit Paris.

Jul.
O, shut the door! and, when thou hast done so,
Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure ^note, past help!

Fri.
Ah, Juliet ^note, I already know thy grief;
It strains me ^note past the compass of my wits:
I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
On thursday next be marry'd to this count ^note.

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 ^note seal'd,
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 ^note time,
Give me some present counsel; or, behold,
'Twixt my extreams and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire ^note, 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 ^note to slay ^note thyself;
Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake
A thing like death to chide away this shame,
That cop'st ^note 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 any tower ^note;
Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;
Or hide me nightly in a charnel house,
O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless ^note sculls;
Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ^note,
Things that, to hear them told, have ^note made me tremble;
And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

Fri.
Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
To marry Paris: Wednesday ^note is to-morrow;
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
Take thou this † vial, being then in bed,
And this distilled ^note liquor drink thou off:
When, presently, through all thy veins shall run
A cold and drowzy humour; for no pulse ^note
Shall keep his native progress, but surcease;
No warmth, no breath ^note, shall testify thou liv'st;
The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
To paly ashes ^note; thy eyes' ^note windows fall,
Like death, when he shuts ^note up the day of life;
Each part, depriv'd of supple government,
Shall stiff, and stark, and cold appear like death:
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes
To rouze thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
Then (as the manner of our country is)
In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier, ^note14Q1408
Thou shalt be born to that same antient vault
Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come, and he and I ^note
Will watch thy waking, ^note and that very night

Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
And this shall free thee from this present shame;
If no inconstant toy ^note, nor womanish fear,
Abate thy valour in the acting it.

Jul.
Give me, o give me! tell ^note me not of fear. ^note

Fri.
Hold &dagger2;; 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.
Farewel, dear father. [Exeunt, severally.

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