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Friar Lawrence
On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
Friar Lawrence
You say you do not know the lady’s mind? Uneven is the course. I like it not.
Paris
And in his wisdom hastes out 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.
Friar Lawrence
I would I knew not why it should be slowed.
Juliet
O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so. Come weep with me, past hope, past care, past help.
Friar Lawrence
O 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.
Juliet
Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this, unless thou tell me how 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.
Juliet
Be not so long to speak. I long to die if what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
Friar Lawrence
Hold, daughter, I do spy a kind of hope, which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent. If, rather than to marry County Paris, thou hast the strength og will to slay thyself, then is it likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death to chide away this shame, that cop’st with death himself to ‘scape from it; and if thou darest, I’ll give thee remedy.
Friar Lawrence
The roses in my lips and cheeks shall fade to paly ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall 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 borrowed 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 uncovered on the bier thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. In the meantime, 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 acting it.
Juliet
Where have I learned me to repent the sin of disobedient opposition to you and your behests, and am enjoined by holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here to beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you. Henceforth I am ever ruled by you.
Nurse
Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!- Fast, I warrant her, she-
Capulet
Ready to go, but never to return.- O son, the night before thy wedding day hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law; Death is my heir. My daughter he hath wedded. I will die and leave him all. Life, living, all is Death’s.
Capulet
(Translation Game) Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead, and with my child my joys are buried.
Romeo
Is it e’en so?- Then I deny you, stars!- thou knowest my lodging. Get me ink and paper, and hire post-horses. I will hence tonight.
Romeo
O mischief, thou art swift to enter in the thoughts of desperate men.
Apothecary
Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law is death to any he that utters them.
Apothecary
My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Romeo
I pay thy poverty and not thy will.
Romeo
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, doing more murder in this loathsome world than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Farewell, buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Friar John
Going to find a barefoot brother out, one to our order, to associate me, here in this city visiting the sick, and finding him, the searchers of the town, suspecting that we both were in a house where the infectious pestilence did reign, sealed up the doors and would not let us forth, so that my speed to Mantua there was stayed.
Friar John
I could not send it- here it is again- nor get a messenger to bring it thee, so fearful were they of infection.
Friar Lawrence
Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, the letter was not nice but full of charge, of dear import, and the neglecting it may do much danger. Friar John, go hence. Get me an iron crow and bring it straight unto my cell.
Friar Lawrence
Now must I to the monument alone. Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua, and keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corse, closed in a dead man’s tomb!
Paris
Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I shrew (O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones!) which with sweet water nightly I will dew, or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep nightly shall be to shrew thy grave and weep.
Paris
Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee. Obey and go with me, for thou must die.
Romeo
I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp’rate man. Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone. Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, put not another sin upon my head by urging me to fury. O, begone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself, for I come hither armed against myself. Stay not, begone, live, and hereafter say a madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
Paris
O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, open the tomb; lay me with Juliet.
Romeo
Here’s too my love. O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Friar Lawrence
I hear some noise.- Lady, come from that nest of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep. A greater power than we can contradict hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, and Paris, too. Come, I’ll dispose of thee among a sisterhood of holy nuns. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet. I dare no longer stay.
Juliet
Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief. O, happy dagger, this is thy sheath. There rust, and let me die.
First Watch
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, but the true ground of all these piteous woes we cannot without circumstance descry.
Montague
O thou untaught! What manners is in this, to press before thy father to a grave?
Friar Lawrence
I am the greatest, able to do the least, yet most suspected, as the time and place doth make against me, of this direful murder. And here I stand, both to impeach and purge myself condemned and myself excused.
Prince
We still have known thee for a holy man.- Where’s Romeo’s man? What can he say to this?
Prince
Where be these enemies?- Capulet, Montague, see what a scourge is laid upon your hate, that Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love, and I, for winking at your discords too, have lost a brace of kinsman. All are punished.
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