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- $Title{Romeo And Juliet: Act IV, Scene I}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00450.TXT}
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- ROMEO AND JULIET
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE I: Friar Laurence's cell.
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- {Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS.}
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
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- PARIS: My father Capulet will have it so;
- And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: You say you do not know the lady's mind:
- Uneven is the course, I like it not.
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- PARIS: Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
- And therefore have I little talk'd of love;
- For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.
- Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous
- That she doth give her sorrow so much sway, 10
- And in his wisdom hastes our marriage,
- To stop the inundation of her tears;
- Which, too much minded by herself alone,
- May be put from her by society:
- Now do you know the reason of this haste.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd.
- Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell.
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- {Enter JULIET.}
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- PARIS: Happily met, my lady and my wife!
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- JULIET: That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
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- PARIS: That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. 20
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- JULIET: What must be shall be.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: That's a certain text.
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- PARIS: Come you to make confession to this father?
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- JULIET: To answer that, I should confess to you.
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- PARIS: Do not deny to him that you love me.
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- JULIET: I will confess to you that I love him.
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- PARIS: So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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- JULIET: If I do so, it will be of more price,
- Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
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- PARIS: Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears.
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- JULIET: The tears have got small victory by that; 30
- For it was bad enough before their spite.
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- PARIS: Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report.
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- JULIET: That is no slander, sir, which is a truth;
- And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
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- PARIS: Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it.
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- JULIET: It may be so, for it is not mine own.
- Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
- Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
- My lord, we must entreat the time alone. 40
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- PARIS: God shield I should disturb devotion!
- Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye:
- Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.
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- [Exit.]
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- JULIET: O shut the door! and when thou hast done so,
- Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief;
- It strains me past the compass of my wits:
- I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it,
- On Thursday next be married to this county.
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- JULIET: Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, 50
- Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
- If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
- Do thou but call my resolution wise,
- And with this knife I'll help it presently.
- God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
- And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
- Shall be the label to another deed,
- Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
- Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
- Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time, 60
- Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
- 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
- Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
- Which the commission of thy years and art
- Could to no issue of true honor bring.
- Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
- If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope,
- Which craves as desperate an execution.
- As that is desperate which we would prevent. 70
- If, rather than to marry County Paris,
- Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,
- Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
- A thing like death to chide away this shame,
- That copest with death himself to scape from it:
- And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy.
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- JULIET: O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
- From off the battlements of yonder tower;
- Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
- Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; 80
- Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,
- O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
- With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
- Or bid me go into a new-made grave
- And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
- Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble;
- And I will do it without fear or doubt,
- To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent
- To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow: 90
- To-morrow night look that thou lie alone;
- Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:
- Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
- And this distilled liquor drink thou off;
- When presently through all thy veins shall run
- A cold and drowsy humor, for no pulse
- Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:
- No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;
- The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
- To paly ashes, thy eyes' windows fall, 100
- Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
- Each part, deprived of supple government,
- Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:
- And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
- Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,
- And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.
- Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes
- To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:
- Then, as the manner of our country is,
- In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier 110
- Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault
- Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
- In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
- Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
- And hither shall he come: and he and I
- Will watch thy waking, and that very night
- Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
- And this shall free thee from this present shame;
- If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,
- Abate thy valor in the acting it. 120
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- JULIET: Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
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- FRIAR LAURENCE: Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous
- In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed
- To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
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- JULIET: Love give me strength! and strength shall help
- afford.
- Farewell, dear father!
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- [Exeunt.]
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