SCENE III. Juliet's Chamber. Enter JULIET and Nurse. Jul. Ay, those attires are best.-But, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ; For I have need of many orisons To move the Heavens to smile upon my state, Enter LADY Capulet. La. Cap. What, are you busy? Do you need my help? Jul. No, madam; we have culled such necessaries As are behoveful for our state to-morrow; So please you, let me now be left alone, And let the nurse this night sit up with you; La. Cap. Good night! Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. 1 [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Jul. Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again. I have a faint, cold fear thrills through my veins, My dismal scene I needs must act alone.- What if this mixture do not work at all? No, no-this shall forbid it ;-lie thou there.- 1 This speech received considerable additions after the first copy was published. 2 This stage direction has been supplied by the modern editions. The quarto of 1597 reads:-" Knife, lie thou there." "Daggers, or, as they were more commonly called, knives (says Mr. What if it be a poison, which the friar I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, The horrible conceit of death and night, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones So early waking,-what with loathsome smells, Gifford), were worn at all times by every woman in England; whether they were so worn in Italy, Shakspeare, I believe, never inquired, and I cannot tell."-Works of Ben Jonson, vol. v. p. 221. 1 To fester is to corrupt. 2 The mandrake (says Thomas Newton in his Herbal) has been idly represented as "a creature having life." Upon a rapier's point.-Stay, Tybalt, stay!- [She throws herself on the bed SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall. Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.1 1 Enter CAPULET. [Exit Nurse. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crowed, The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock.---- Spare not for cost. La. Cap. Go, go, you cot-quean,2 go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow 3 Cap. No, not a whit; what! I have watched ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. 4 La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exit LADY CAPULET. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—Now, fellow, What's there? 1 The room where the pastry was made. 2 A man that troubles himself with women's affairs-probably cookquean. 3 This speech, which in the old copies is attributed to the nurse, should surely be given to lady Capulet. 4 The animal called the mouse-hunt is the weasel. The intrigues of this animal, like those of the cat kind, are usually carried on in the night. Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier logs; [Exit 1 Serv.] Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be loggerhead.-Good faith, 'tis day; The county will be here with music straight. [Music within. For so he said he would. I hear him near. Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris.-Hie, make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already. Make haste, I say! [Exeunt. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet !-fast, I warrant her, she. Why, lamb why, lady;-fie, you slug-a-bed!-- bride! What, not a word ?-You take your pennyworths now; 1 Nashe, in his Terrors of the Night, quibbles in the same manner on this expression:-"You that are married and have wives of your owne, and yet hold too nere friendship with your neighbors, set up your rests, that the night will be an ill neighbor to your rest, and that you shall have as little peace of minde as the rest.” That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, He'll fright you up, in faith.-Will it not be? Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. What is the matter? La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Help, help!-call help. Enter CAPUlet. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her.-Out, alas! she's cold Life and these lips have long been separated. Nurse. O lamentable day! O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. 1 This line is taken from the first quarto, 1597. |