Mag-log inEnter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and a torch.PARIS.Give me thy torch, boy. Hence and stand aloof.Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.Under yond yew tree lay thee all along,Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground;So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,But thou shalt hear it. Whistle then to me,As signal that thou hear’st something approach.Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.PAGE.[ Aside. ] I am almost afraid to stand aloneHere in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. [ Retires. ]PARIS.Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew.O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans.The obsequies that I for thee will keep,Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. [ The Page whistles. ]The boy gives warning something doth approach.What cursed foot wanders this way tonight,To cross my obsequies and true l
Enter Friar John.FRIAR JOHN.Holy Franciscan Friar! Brother, ho! Enter Friar Lawrence.FRIAR LAWRENCE.This same should be the voice of Friar John.Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo?Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.FRIAR JOHN.Going to find a barefoot brother out,One of our order, to associate me,Here in this city visiting the sick,And finding him, the searchers of the town,Suspecting that we both were in a houseWhere the infectious pestilence did reign,Seal’d up the doors, and would not let us forth,So that my speed to Mantua there was stay’d.FRIAR LAWRENCE.Who bare my letter then to Romeo?FRIAR JOHN.I could not send it,—here it is again,—Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearful were they of infection.FRIAR LAWRENCE.Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood,The letter was not nice, but full of charge,Of dear import, and the neglecting itMay do much danger. Friar John, go hence,Get me an iron crow and bring it straightUnto my cell.FRIAR JO
Enter Romeo.ROMEO.If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne;And all this day an unaccustom’d spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,That I reviv’d, and was an emperor.Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d,When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy. Enter Balthasar.News from Verona! How now, Balthasar?Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?How doth my lady? Is my father well?How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;For nothing can be ill if she be well.BALTHASAR.Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,And her immortal part with angels lives.I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,And presently took post to tell it you.O pardon me for bringing these ill news,Since you did l
Enter Nurse.NURSE.Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,The County Paris hath set up his restThat you shall rest but little. God forgive me!Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!Ay, let the County take you in your bed,He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!O, well-a-day that ever I was born.Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady! 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.Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.Help, help! Call hel
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,The curfew bell hath rung, ’tis three o’clock.Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica;Spare not for cost.NURSE.Go, you cot-quean, go,Get you to bed; faith, you’ll be sick tomorrowFor this night’s watching.CAPULET.No, not a whit. What! I have watch’d ere nowAll night for lesser cause, and ne’er been sick.LADY CAPULET.Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;But I will watch you from such watching now. [ Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. ]CAPULET.A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood! Enter Servants, with spits, logs and baskets.Now, fellow, what’s there?FIRST SERVANT.Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.CAPULET.Make haste, make haste. [ Exit First Servant. ]—Sirrah, fetch drier logs.Call Peter, he will show thee where they
SCENE III. Juliet’s Chamber. Enter Juliet and Nurse.JULIET.Ay, those attires are best. But, gentle Nurse,I pray thee leave me to myself tonight;For I have need of many orisonsTo move the heavens to smile upon my state,Which, well thou know’st, is cross and full of sin. Enter Lady Capulet.LADY CAPULET.What, are you busy, ho? Need you my help?JULIET.No, madam; we have cull’d such necessariesAs are behoveful for our state tomorrow.So please you, let me now be left alone,And let the nurse this night sit up with you,For I am sure you have your hands full allIn this so sudden business.LADY CAPULET.Good night.Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need. [ Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. ]JULIET.Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veinsThat almost freezes up the heat of life.I’ll call them back again to comfort me.Nurse!—What should she do here?My dismal scene I needs must act alone.Come, vial.What if th