CAPULETĭespised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed!Ħ5O child, O child, my soul and not my child!Īnd with my child, my joys are burièd. O love, O life not life, but love in death. NURSEīeguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain! Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,Ĥ5And doth it give me such a sight as this? LADY CAPULETĪccursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!īut one, poor one, one poor and loving child,ĥ0But one thing to rejoice and solace in,Īnd cruel Death hath catched it from my sight. There she lies,ĭeath is my son-in-law Death is my heir.Īnd leave him all life living. NURSEĭeath, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,ģ5Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.Įnter FRIAR LAWRENCE and PARIS with MUSICIANS FRIAR LAWRENCEĬome, is the bride ready to go to church? CAPULET Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Life and these lips have long been separated.ģ0Death lies on her like an untimely frost Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff Alack the day! LADY CAPULETĪlack the day! She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!įor shame, bring Juliet forth. And yet methinks it should not,Ĭomes to redeem me? There’s a fearful point: Lest in this marriage he should be dishonored,ģ0I fear it is. Shall I be married then tomorrow morning? What if this mixture should not work at all? I’ll call them back again to comfort me.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.
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Or hide me nightly in a charnel house, Īs are behooveful° for our state tomorrow.ġ0And let the Nurse this night sit up with you,įor I am sure you have your hands full all Where serpents are chain me with roaring bears O bid me leap – rather than marry Paris –Ĩ0Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk That copes with Death himself to ‘scape from it Īnd, if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy. Thou hast the strength or will to slay thyself,ħ5A thing like death to chide away this shame, FRIAR LAWRENCEĪs that is desperate which we would prevent. If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy. ‘Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knifeĦ5Which the commission of thy years and art Ĭould not to this issue true honor bring. Give me some present counsel, or, behold, Therefore out of thy long-experienced time, God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands.Īnd ere this hand – by thee to Romeo sealed –Ħ0Turn to another, this shall slay them both. If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help,ĥ5And with this knife I’ll help it presently. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Tell me not, Friar, that thou hearest of this, I hear thou must – and nothing may postpone it –ĥ0On Thursday next be married to the County. It strains me past the compass of my wits. Till then, adieu, and keep this holy kiss.Ĥ5O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so,Ĭome weep with me – past hope, past care, past help. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you.
My lord, we must ask for this time alone. Or shall I come to you at evening Mass? FRIAR LAWRENCEĤ0My leisure serves me, somber daughter, now. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. That is no slander, sir, when it’s a truth,ģ5And what I said, I said it to my face. Thou wrong’st it more than tears, with that report. The tears have got small° victory by that,įor it was bad enough before their spite. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt’s death,Īnd therefore have I little talk of love,įor Venus smiles not in a house of tears.ġ0That she doth give her sorrow so much sway Īnd in his wisdom hastes our marriage PARISĪnd I am nothing slow to stall his haste. Juliet accepts.Įnter Friar Lawrence and County Paris FRIAR LAWRENCE The Friar will then send word to Romeo, who will return and rescue Juliet once she awakes in the family tomb. The Friar offers her a plan: agree to the marriage, but drink a poison the night before that will make her appear dead while in reality leaving her asleep. After Paris leaves, Juliet tells the Friar she is resolved to kill herself if he can offer no solution out of the impending marriage. Juliet arrives for confession, and Paris attempts to pressure her into confessing her love for him. Paris meets with Friar Lawrence, informing him that the wedding will be held on Thursday in a supposed attempt to soothe Juliet’s grief over murdered Tybalt.
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