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,

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 valour in the acting it.


JULIET.

Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear!


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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.


JULIET.

Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.

Farewell, dear father.


 [Exeunt.]
SCENE II. Hall in Capulet’s House.
 Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse

and Servants.
CAPULET.

So many guests invite as here are writ.


 [Exit first Servant.]
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
SECOND SERVANT.

You shall have none ill, sir; for I’ll try if they can

lick their fingers.
CAPULET.

How canst thou try them so?


SECOND SERVANT.

Marry, sir, ’tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers;

therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
CAPULET.

Go, begone.


 [Exit second Servant.]
We shall be much unfurnish’d for this time.

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence?


NURSE.

Ay, forsooth.


CAPULET.

Well, he may chance to do some good on her.

A peevish self-will’d harlotry it is.


 Enter Juliet.
NURSE.

See where she comes from shrift with merry look.


CAPULET.