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La. Cap. You are too hot.
Cap. It makes me mad: day, night, hour, tide, work, play,
Alone, in company, ftill my care hath been,
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not fpeak a
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Jul. O God!-O Nurfe, how fhall this be prevented?
My Husband is on Earth; my Faith in Heav'n;
Alack, alack, that heav'n fhould practise stratagems
What fay'ft thou? haft thou not a word of Joy?
Nurse. Faith, here it is:
Romeo is banith'd; all the world to nothing,
Romeo's a difh-clout to him; an eagle, Madam,
Jul. Well, thou haft comforted me marvellous
Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wifely done.
Jul. Ancient Damnation ! O most wicked Fiend! Is it more fin to wifh me thus forfworn,
6 —so keen,] Hanmer. In the other editions, fo green.
7 As living here,] Sir T. Hanmer reads, as living hence; that
is at a distance, in banishment, but here may fignify, in this world.
Or to difpraise my Lord with that fame tongue
If all elfe fail, myfelf have power to die. [Exit.
A CT IV. SCENE I.
Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.
N Thursday, Sir? The time is very short. Par. My father Capulet will have it so, 8 And I am nothing flow to flack his hafte. Fri. You fay, you do not know the lady's mind: Uneven is this courfe, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately fhe weeps for Tybalt's death, And therefore have I little talk'd of love, For Venus fmiles not in a house of tears. Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, That she should give her forrow fo much fway; And, in his wifdom, haftes our marriage, To stop the inundation of her tears; Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by fociety. Now do you know the reafon of this hafte?
Fri. I would, I knew not why it fhould be flow'd. [Afide.
Look, Sir, here comes the lady tow'rds
8 And I am, &c.] His hafte fhall not be abated by my flowness. It might be read,
And I am nothing flow to back
That is, I am diligent to abet and enforce his hafte.
Par. Welcome, my love, my lady and my wife! Jal. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. Par. That may be, must be, Love, on Thursday
Jul. What must be, shall be.
Fri. That's a certain text.
Par. Come you to make confeffion to this father? Jul. To answer that, I fhould confefs to you. Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Jul. I will confefs to you, that I love him. Par. So will ye, I am fure, that you love me. Jul. If I do fo, it will be of more price Being fpoke behind your back, than to your face. Par. Poor foul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Jul. The tears have got small victory by that: For it was bad enough before their fpight.
Par. Thou wrong'ft it, more than tears, with that report.
Jul. That is no flander, Sir, which is but truth, And what I speak, I fpeak it to my face.
Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hath flander'd it. Jul. It may be fo, for it is not mine own. Are you at leifure, holy father, now, Or fhall I come to you at evening mass?
Fri. My leisure ferves me, penfive daughter, now. My Lord, I must intreat the time alone.
Par. God fhield, I should disturb devotion. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouze you; 'Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss.
[Exit Paris. Jul. Go, fhut the door, and when thou hast done fo. Come weep with me, past hope, paft cure, paft
9 my lady and my wife!] As these four frit lines feem intend. ed to thyme, perhaps the au
thour wrote thus,
-my lady and my life!
Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief,
Jul. Tell me not, Friar, that thou heard'st of this,
Fri. Hold, daughter, I do 'fpy a kind of hope, Which craves as defperate an execution, As that is defp'rate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry County Paris, Thou haft the strength of will to flay thyself, Then it is likely, thou wilt undertake A thing like death to chide away this fhame, That cop'ft with death himself, to 'fcape from it: And if thou dar'ft, I'll give the remedy.
Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Shall play the umpire ;] That is, this knife fhall decide the ftruggle between me and my diftrefles,
2-commiffion of thy years and art] Commiffion is for authority or power.