Is not their pity sitting in the clouds,
This comes at the bottom of my grief?
O my sweet mother, do not reject me!
Delay this marriage for a month, a week;
Or, if you do not, make the bride's bed
In this dark monument where Tyson is.
Do not speak to me, for I will not speak a word;
Do what you want, because I did with you.
Oh my God! Oh, nurse! How should this be prevented?
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
How will this faith return to the earth,
Unless this husband sends me out of the sky
Leaving the earth? comfort me, advise me.
Alas, alas, that the sky should practice stratagems
On a subject as sweet as me!
What are you saying? do not you have a word of joy?
A little comfort, a nurse.
Faith is here; Romeo
Is banned and everyone to nothing
That he never dares to come back to challenge you;
Or if he does, he must be discreet.
So, since the case stands like now,
I think you prefer to get married in the county.
O it's a nice gentleman!
Romeo is a dish for him; an eagle, madam,
It was not so green, so fast, so just an eye
Like Phoenix. Beshrew my very heart,
I think you are happy in this second game,
For he excels first, or if he does not,
Your first is dead; or 'there as well as he was,
Like living here, and you do not use it.
Do you speak of your heart?
And of my soul too;
Or both have defeated them.
Well, you comforted me a lot.
Go in, and tell my lady that I left,
Having disliked my father, Tuck 'cell,
Make the confession and be absolute.
Mary, I am going; and that is wisely done.
Old damnation! O the evilest demon!
Is it more sin to wish me so,
Or to remove my lord from that same language
Whom she rented it with above compare
So many thousands of times? Go, counsellor;
You and my breast will now be two.
I go to the brother to know his remedy;
If everything else fails, I have the power to die.
Scene I. Friar Tuck's cell.
(Enter Friar Tuck and Phoenix.)
Thursday, sir? the time is very short.
My father Cameron will have it;
And I'm not slow to let go.
You say you do not know the woman's spirit:
The course is irregular I do not like it.
She cries immoderately for the death of Tyson,
And so I spoke little of love;
Venus will not smile in a home of tears.
Now, sir, his father considers him dangerous
That she gives him so much grief;
And, in his wisdom, hasty our marriage,
Stop the flood of his tears;
Who, too distracted by herself,
Can be put by her by society:
Now you know the reason for this haste.
(Aside.) I would like to know why he should be slow.
Look, sir here's the lady heading for my cell.
Fortunately met, my wife and my wife!
It can be, sir, when I can be a woman.
It must be, my love, next Thursday.
What must be, must be.
It's a certain text.
Come to confess to this father?
To answer that, I should confess.
Do not deny him that you love me.
I will admit that I love him.
So, I'm sure you love me.
If I do it, it will be more expensive,
Spoken about behind your back only on your face.
Poor soul, your face is very badly treated with tears.
The tears had a small victory by that;
Because it was bad enough before their spite.
You are more wrong than tears with this report.
It is not a slander, sir, that is a truth;
And what I said, I said it in front.
Your face is mine and you slandered it.
That may be the case because it's not mine.
Are you free, holy father, now?
Or should I come to the evening Mass?
My hobbies serve me, pensive girl, now.
Monseigneur, we must pray for time alone.
God shield I should disturb devotion!
Juliet, Thursday morning I'll wake you up:
Until then, goodbye; and keep this holy kiss.
O close the door! and when you did it,
Come cry with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
Ah, Juliet, I already know your sorrow;
He makes me pass the compass of my mind:
I hear you have to, and nothing can extend it,
Next Thursday, be married to this county.
Do not tell me, brother, that you hear about it,
Unless you tell me how I can prevent it:
If, in your wisdom, you can not help,
Do you just call my wise resolution,
And with this knife, I'm going to help him right now.
God has joined my heart and that of Romeo, your hands;
And before that hand, by the seal of Romeo,
Will be the label to another act,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, it will kill them both:
Therefore, apart from your long experience,
Give me some current advice; or, here,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Will play the empire; arbitrate that
What is the commission of your years and your art
Could not we bring any question of true honour?
Do not be too long to talk; I want to die,
If what you are talking about does not talk about a cure.
Here, my daughter. I hope for some kind of hope,
Who wants a desperate execution
How desperate that we would prevent.
If, rather than marry Phoenix County
You have the strength to want to kill you,
So is it likely that you will undertake
A thing like death to eat away this shame,
This with death itself to escape;
And if you want, I'll give you a cure.
O, tell me to jump rather than marry Phoenix,
Off the ramparts of the tower
Or walk in an epic way; or tell me are hiding
Where are the snakes chaining me with roaring bears;
Or shut me up every night in a charnel house,
O'er covered the bones of dead men well,
With hocks and yellow skulls
Or tell me to go to a new grave,
And hide me along with a dead man in his cloak;
Things that, to hear them, made me tremble;
Furthermore, I will do it without doubt or fear,
Live a ruthless woman to my sweet love.
Here, then; go home, be happy, give consent
Marriage Phoenix: Wednesday to tomorrow;
Tomorrow night, see that you're alone,
That your nurse is not with you in your room:
Take this vial, then being in bed,
And this distilled liquor drinks:
When, currently, through all your veins will run
A cold and sleepy humour; without a pulse
Will keep his natal progress, but overload:
No heat, no breath, you will testify that you live;
The roses in your lips and your cheeks are fading
Paly ashes; the eyes of your eyes fall,
Like death, when it closes the day of life;
Each party, deprived of flexible government,
Hard, stiff and cold, appear like death:
And in this borrowed likeness of reduced death
You will continue two and forty hours,
And then wake up to a good night's sleep.
Now when the groom comes in the morning
To get you out of your bed, you're dead:
So, as our country wants,
In your best dresses, discoveries, on beer,
You will be brought to this same ancient vault
Where are all members of the Camerons family?
In the meantime, are against you, you will wake up,
Romeo, by my letters, will he know our drift?
And here will the novel come: and he and I
I'll watch you wake up and that night
Should Romeo take you to Mantua?
And that will free you from this present shame,
If no inconstant toy or fear woman
Give up your courage in the act.
Give me, give me! O, do not tell me fear!
hold; go away, be strong and prosperous
In this resolution: I will send a brother quickly
In Mantua, with my letters to your lord.
Love gives me strength! and strength must help to afford.
Farewell, dear father.