Your first is dead, or ’twere as good he were,

As living here and you no use of him.


JULIET.

Speakest thou from thy heart?


NURSE.

And from my soul too,

Or else beshrew them both.


JULIET.

Amen.


NURSE.

What?


JULIET.

Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much.

Go in, and tell my lady I am gone,

Having displeas’d my father, to Lawrence’ cell,

To make confession and to be absolv’d.


NURSE.

Marry, I will; and this is wisely done.


 [Exit.]
JULIET.

Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend!

Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,

Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

Which she hath prais’d him with above compare

So many thousand times? Go, counsellor.

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.

I’ll to the Friar to know his remedy.

If all else fail, myself have power to die.


 [Exit.]


ACT IV
SCENE I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
 Enter Friar Lawrence and

Paris.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.

On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.


PARIS.

My father Capulet will have it so;

And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

You say you do not know the lady’s mind.

Uneven is the course; I like it not.


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 do give her sorrow so much sway;

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.


FRIAR LAWRENCE.

[Aside.] I would I knew not why it should be slow’d.—

Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.


 Enter Juliet.
PARIS.

Happily met, my lady and my wife!


JULIET.

That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.


PARIS.

That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next.


JULIET.

What must be shall be.