Romeo + Juliet Page #7

CAPULET:

How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree?

GLORIA:

Ay Sir! But she will none, she gives you thanks. I

would the fool were married to her grave.

CAPULET:

How? Will she none? Is she not proud? Doth she not

count her blest, unworthy as she is, that we have

wrought so worth a gentleman to be her bride?

JULIET:

Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud

can I never be of what I hate!

CAPULET:

Thanks me no thanking, nor proud me no prouds, But

fettle your joints 'gainst Thursday next.

JULIET:

Hear me with patience.

CAPULET:

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me.

GLORIA:

Fie, Fie, are you mad?

CAPULET:

Hang thee, young baggage, disobedient wretch.

NURSE:

God in heaven bless her! You are to blame my lord, to

rate her so!

CAPULET:

Peace you mumbling fool! I tell thee what-get thee to

church o' Thursday Or never after look me in the face

an you be mine, I give you to my friend. An you be

not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, Trust to

it. Bethink you. I'll not be forsworn!

JULIET:

O sweet my mother cast me not away. Delay this

marriage for a month, a week. Or if you do not make

the bridal bed in that dim monument where Tybalt

lies.

GLORIA:

Talk not to me, for Ill not speak a word. Do as thou

wilt for I have done with thee.

JULIET:

O God!--O Nurse, how shall this be prevented? What

sayest thou? Hast thou not a word of joy? Some

comfort nurse.

NURSE:

Faith, here it is. I think it best you marry with

this Paris. O, he's a lovely gentleman. I think you

are happy in this second match, for it excels your

first; or if it did not, your first is dead--or

'twere as good he were as living here and you no use

to him.

JULIET:

Speakest thou from thy heart?

NURSE:

And from my soul too. Else beshrew them both.

JULIET:

Amen

NURSE:

What?

JULIET:

Well, thou hast comforted me marvelous much. Go in

and tell my lady I am gone, having displeased my

father to Father Lawrence to make confession and be

absolved.

DAVE:

Immoderately she weeps for Tybalts death. Now, sir,

her father counts it dangerous that she doth give her

sorrow so much sway, and in his wisdom hastes our

marriage to stop the inundation of her tears. Happily

met, my lady, and my wife.

JULIET:

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

PARIS:

That "may be," must be, love, on Thursday next.

JULIET:

What must be, shall be.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

Well, that's a certain text.

DAVE:

Come you to make confession?

JULIET:

Are you at leisure Holy Father, now? Or shall I come

to you at evening mass?

FATHER LAWRENCE:

My leisure serves me, pensive daughter now. We must

entreat the time alone.

DAVE:

God shield I Should disturb devotion. Juliet, on

Thursday early will I rouse Ye, Till then, adieu, and

keep this holy kiss.

JULIET:

Tell me not, Father, that thou hearest of this,

Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

It strains me past the compass of my wits.

JULIET:

If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help Do thou but

call my resolution wise, And with this I'll help it

presently!

FATHER LAWRENCE:

Hold Daughter!

JULIET:

Be not so long to speak I long to die.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate

and execution as that is desperate which we would

prevent. If, rather than to marry Paris, Thou hast

the strength of will to slay thyself, Then it is

likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death, to

chide away this shame. No warmth, no breath shall

testify thou livest . Each part, deprived of supple

government, shall stiff and stark and cold appear,

like death. Now when the bridegroom in the morning

comes to rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou

dead. Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault

where all he kindred to the Capulet lie. In the

meantime, against thou shalt awake, shall Romeo by my

letters know our drift, and hither shall he come. And

that very night shall Romeo bear thee hence to

Mantua. Take thou this vial, being then in bed, and

this distilling liquor drink thou off. I'll send my

letters to thy lord post haste to Mantua.

JULIET:

What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be

married then tomorrow morning?

GLORIA:

What, daughter are you busy? Need you my help?

JULIET:

No, madam. We have culled such necessaries as our

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 in all this so sudden business.

GLORIA:

Geth thee to be and rest, for thou has need.

JULIET:

Farewell. God knows when we shall meet again.

GLORIA:

Goodnight.

JULIET:

Romeo, I drink to thee.

FATHER LAWRENCE:

As the custom is, in all her best array, bear her to

church.

ROMEO:

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me

above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreampt my

lady came and found me dead and breathed such life

with kisses in my lips that I revived and was an

emperor. Ah me, how sweet is love itself possessed

when but love's shadow's are so rich in joy. News

from Verona. How now, Balthasar?! Dost thou not bring

me letters from the Priest? How doth my lady? Is my

Father well? How doth my lady Juliet? For nothing can

be ill if she be well.

BALTHASAR:

If she is well then nothing can be ill. Her body

rests in Capel's monument, and her immortal part with

the angel's lives. I saw her laid low. Pardon me for

bringing these ill news.

ROMEO:

Then I defy you, stars! JULIET! JULIET! I will hence

tonight.

BALTHASAR:

Have patience!

ROMEO:

Leave Me!

BALTHASAR:

Your looks are pale and wild and do import some

misadventure.

ROMEO:

Tush, thou art deceived. Hast thou no letters to me

from the priest?

[Balthsasr shakes his head no.]

No matter. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee

tonight. I will hence tonight.

POLICE OFFICER:

Romeo is within Verona Wall's.

ROMEO:

Let me have a dram of poison, such some speeding

gear, as will disperse itself through all the veins,

that the life weary taker may fall dead

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