How is't, my soul? let's talk, it is not day. our woes. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Madam! Jul. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your cham ber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. [Exit Nurse. Jul. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Rom. Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. [ROMEO descends. Jul. Art thou gone so? my love! my lord! my I must hear from thee every day i'the hour, O! by this count I shall be much in years, Ere I again behold my Romeo. 9 Division was the technical phrase for musical composition. A tune played to wake hunters, also a morning song to a woman the day after marriage. Rom. Farewell! I will omit no opportunity That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Jul. O, think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Rom. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. Jul. O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks, I see thee, now thou art below, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eye-sight fails, or thou look'st pale. Rom. And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! adieu ! [Exit ROMEO. Jul. O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him La. Cap. [Within ] Ho, daughter! are you up? Enter Lady CAPULET. La Cap. Why, how now, Juliet? Jul. Madam, I am not well. La. Cap. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? An if thou could'st, thou could'st not make him live ; Therefore, have done : Some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. Jul. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. 2 Brings. La Cap. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. Jul. Feeling so the loss, I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. La. Cap. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Jul. What villain, madam? La. Cap. That same villain, Romeo. Jul. Villain. and he are many miles asunder. La. Cap. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. Jul. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. 'Would, none but I might venge my cousin's death! La. Cap. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,- That shall bestow on him so sure a draught, La. Cap. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Jul. And joy comes well in such a needful time: What are they, I beseech your ladyship? La. Cap. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, One, who, to put thee from thy heaviness, That thou expect'st not, nor I look'd not for. Jul. Madam, in happy time, what day is that? morn, The gallant, young, and noble gentleman, La. Cap. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And see how he will take it at your hands. Enter CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; But for the sunset of my brother's son, It rains downright. How now? a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Thy tempest-tossed body.-How now, wife? Have you delivered to her our decree? La. Cap. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. I would, the fool were married to her grave! Cap. Soft, take me with you, take me with you, wife. So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? have: Proud can I never be of what I hate ; But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. this? Proud, and, I thank you,-and, I thank you not ;- To go Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage! You tallow face! |