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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. Iul. The teares haue got small victorie by that: For it was bad inough before their spight. Pa.
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Thou wrong'st it more then teares with that report.
Iul. That is no slaunder sir, which is a truth, And what I spake, I spake it to thy face. Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slaundred it. Iul. It may be so, for it is not mine owne.
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Are you at leisure, Holy Father now, Or shall I come to you at euening Masse?
Fri. My leisure serues me pensiue daughter now. My Lord you must intreat the time alone. Par. Godsheild: I should disturbe Deuotion,
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Iuliet, on Thursday early will I rowse yee, Till then adue, and keepe this holy kisse.
Exit Paris. Iul. O shut the doore, and when thou hast done so, Come weepe with me, past hope, past care, past helpe. Fri. O Iuliet, I alreadie know thy griefe,
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It streames me past the compasse of my wits: I heare thou must and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this Countie.
Iul. Tell me not Frier that thou hearest of this, Vnlesse thou tell me how I may preuent it:
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If in thy wisedome, thou canst giue no helpe, Do thou but call my resolution wise, And with' his knife, Ile helpe it presently. God ioyn'd my heart, and Romeos, thou our hands, And ere this hand by thee to Romeo seal'd:
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Shall be the Labell to another Deede, Or my true heart with trecherous reuolt, Turne to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore out of thy long expetien'st experien'st time, Giue me some present counsell, or behold
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Twixt my extreames and me, this bloody knife Shall play the vmpeere, arbitrating that, Which the commission of thy yeares and art, Could to no issue of true honour bring: Be not so long to speak, I long to die,
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If what thou speakst, speake not of remedy.
Fri. Hold Daughter, I doe spie a kind of hope, Which craues as desperate an execution, As that is desperate which we would preuent. If rather then to marrie Countie Paris
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Thou hast the strength of will to stay thy selfe, Then is it likely thou wilt vndertake A thing like death to chide away this shame, That coap'st with death himselfe, to scape fro it: And if thou dar'st, Ile giue thee remedie.
Iul.
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Oh bid me leape, rather then marrie Paris, From of the Battlements of any Tower, Or walke in theeuish waies, or bid me lurke Where Serpents are: chaine me with roaring Beares Or hide me nightly in a Charnell house,
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Orecouered quite with dead mens ratling bones, With reckie shankes and yellow chappels sculls: Or bid me go into a new made graue, And hide me with a dead man in his graue, Things that to heare them told, haue made me tremble,
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And I will doe it without feare or doubt, To liue an vnstained wife to my sweet Loue.
Fri. Hold then: goe home, be merrie, giue consent, To marrie Paris: wensday is to morrow, To morrow night looke that thou lie alone,
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Let not thy Nurse lie with thee in thy Chamber: Take thou this Violl being then in bed, And this distilling liquor drinke thou off, When presently through all thy veines shall run,

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A cold and drowsie humour: for no pulse
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Shall keepe his natiue progresse, but surcease: No warmth, no breath shall testifie thou liuest, The Roses in thy lips and cheekes shall fade To many ashes, the eyes windowes fall Like death when he shut vp the day of life:
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Each part depriu'd of supple gouernment, Shall stiffe and starke, and cold appeare like death, And in this borrowed likenesse of shrunke death Thou shalt continue two and forty houres, And then awake, as from a pleasant sleepe.
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Now when the Bridegroome in the morning comes, To rowse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then as the manner of our country is, In thy best Robes vncouer'd on the Beere, Be borne to buriall in thy kindreds graue:
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Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie, In the meane time against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my Letters know our drift, And hither shall he come, and that very night
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Shall Romeo beare thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame, If no inconstant toy nor womanish feare, Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Iul. Giue me, giue me, O tell me not of care. Fri.
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Hold get you gone, be strong and prosperous: In this resolue, Ile send a Frier with speed To Mantua with my Letters to thy Lord.
Iu. Loue giue me strength, And strength shall helpe afford:
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Farewell deare father.
Exit
[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Seruing men, two or three. Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cookes. Ser.

You shall haue none ill sir, for Ile trie if they can

licke their fingers.

Cap.
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How canst thou trie them so?
Ser.

Marrie sir, 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his

owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers

goes not with me.

Cap.

Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this

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time: what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence?

Nur. I forsooth. Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peeuish selfe‑wild harlotry it is. Enter Iuliet. Nur. See where she comes from shrift
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With merrie looke.
Cap. How now my headstrong, Where haue you bin gadding? Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition:
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To you and your behests, and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence, to fall prostrate here, To beg your pardon: pardon I beseech you, Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this,
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Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning.
Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, And gaue him what becomed Loue I might, Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie. Cap. Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand vp, This

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[Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Father Capulet, Mother, Nurse, and Seruing men, two or three. Cap. So many guests inuite as here are writ, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning Cookes. Ser.

You shall haue none ill sir, for Ile trie if they can

licke their fingers.

Cap.
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How canst thou trie them so?
Ser.

Marrie sir, 'tis an ill Cooke that cannot licke his

owne fingers: therefore he that cannot licke his fingers

goes not with me.

Cap.

Go be gone, we shall be much vnfurnisht for this

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time: what is my Daughter gone to Frier Lawrence?

Nur. I forsooth. Cap. Well he may chance to do some good on her, A peeuish selfe‑wild harlotry it is. Enter Iuliet. Nur. See where she comes from shrift
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With merrie looke.
Cap. How now my headstrong, Where haue you bin gadding? Iul. Where I haue learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition:
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To you and your behests, and am enioyn'd By holy Lawrence, to fall prostrate here, To beg your pardon: pardon I beseech you, Henceforward I am euer rul'd by you.
Cap. Send for the Countie, goe tell him of this,
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Ile haue this knot knit vp to morrow morning.
Iul. I met the youthfull Lord at Lawrence Cell, And gaue him what becomed Loue I might, Not stepping ore the bounds of modestie. Cap. Why I am glad on't, this is well, stand vp,
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This is as't should be, let me see the County: I marrie go I say, and fetch him hither. Now afore God, this reueren'd holy Frier, All our whole Cittie is much bound to him.
Iul. Nurse will you goe with me into my Closet,
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To helpe me sort such needfull ornaments, As you thinke fit to furnish me to morrow?
Mo. No not till Thursday, there's time inough. Fa. Go Nurse, go with her, Weele to Church to morrow. Exeunt Iuliet and Nurse. Mo.
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We shall be short in our prouision, 'Tis now neere night.
Fa. Tush, I will stirre about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee wife: Go thou to Iuliet, helpe to decke vp her,
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Ile not to bed to night, let me alone: Ile play the huswife for this once. What ho? They are all forth, well I will walke my selfe To Countie Paris, to prepare him vp Against to morrow, my heart is wondrous light,
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Since this same way‑ward Gyrle is so reclaim'd.
Exeunt Father and Mother.
 

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