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Friar Laurence's cell.
[Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS]
FRIAR LAURENCE
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On Thurs|day sir?| The time | is ve|ry short.
PARIS
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My fath|er Cap|ulet | will have | it so,
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And I | am noth|ing slow | to slack | his haste.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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You say | you do | not^know | the la|dy's mind?
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Unev|en is | the course,| I like | it not.
PARIS
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Immod|erately | she weeps | for Ty|balt's death,
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And there|fore have | I lit|tle talked | of love,
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For Ven|us smiles | not in | a house | of tears.
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Now sir,| her fath|er counts | it dang|erous
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That she | doth give | her sor|row so | much sway:
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And in | his wis|dom, hastes | our mar|riage,
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To stop | the in|unda|tion of | her tears,
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Which too | much^mind|ed by | herself | alone,
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May be | put* from | her by | soci|ety.
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Now* do | you know | the reas|on of | this^haste?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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I would | I knew | not why it should | be
slowed.
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Look sir,| here comes the la|dy towards | my
cell.
[Enter JULIET]
PARIS
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Happi|ly met,| my la|dy and | my wife.
JULIET
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That may | be sir,| when I | may be | a wife.
PARIS
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That may | be, must | be love,| on Thurs|day next.
JULIET
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What must | be shall | be.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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That's | a cert|ain
text.
PARIS
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Come you to | make con|fession | to this |
father?
JULIET
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To ans|wer that,| I should | confess | to you.
PARIS
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Do not | deny | to him,| that you | love me.
JULIET
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I will | confess | to you | that I | love^him.
PARIS
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So will | ye, I | am sure | that you | love^me.
JULIET
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If I | do so,| it will | be of / more price,
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Being spoke | behind | your back,| than to | your
face.
PARIS
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Poor* soul,| thy face | is much | abused | with tears.
JULIET
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The tears | have got | small vic/tory | by that:
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For it | was bad | enough | before | their spite.
PARIS
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Thou wrongst | it more | than tears | with that |
report.
JULIET
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That is | no sland|er sir,| which is | a truth,
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And what | I spake,| I spake | it to | thy face.
PARIS
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Thy face | is mine,| and thou | hast sland|ered
it.
JULIET
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It may | be so,| for it | is not | mine own:
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Are you | at leis|ure, ho|ly fath|er now,
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Or shall | I come | to you | at eve|ning mass?
FRIAR LAURENCE
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My leis|ure serves | me pens|ive daught|er now.
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My lord | we must | entreat | the time | alone.
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God shield: I should | disturb | devo|tion,
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Juliet,| on Thurs|day ear|ly will | I rouse
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Till | then adieu,| and keep | this ho|ly kiss.
[Exit]
JULIET
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O shut | the door,| and when | thou hast / done so,
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Come^weep | with me;| past^hope,| past^cure,|
past^help.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Oh Jul|iet,| I alread|y know | thy grief,
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It strains | me past | the comp|ass of | my wits:
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I hear | thou must | and noth|ing may | prorogue
it,
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On Thurs|day next | be mar|ried to | this coun||ty.
JULIET
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Tell | me not | friar that | thou hearst | of
this,
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Unless | thou tell | me how | I may | prevent it:
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If in | thy wis|dom, thou | canst^give | no help,
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Do thou | but call | my res|olu|tion wise,
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And with | this knife,| I'll help | it pres|ently.
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God^joined | my heart,| and Rom|eo's, thou | our
hands,
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And ere | this hand | by thee | to Rom|eo sealed:
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Shall be | the lab|el to | anoth|er deed,
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Or my / true heart | with treach|erous | revolt,
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Turn to | anoth|er, this | shall slay | them both:
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Therefore,| out of | thy long-|exper|ienced time,
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Give me | some^pres|ent couns|el, or | behold
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'Twixt my extremes | and me,| this blood|y
knife
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Shall play | the umpire, arb|itrat|ing that,
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Which the | commis|sion of | thy years | and art,
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Could to | no is|sue of / true hon|or bring:
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Be not | so long | to speak,| I long | to die,
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If what | thou speakst,| speak not of rem|edy.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hold daught/er, I | do spy | a kind | of hope,
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Which craves | as des|perate an ex|ecu|tion,
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As that | is des|perate which | we would |
prevent.
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If rath/er than to | marry | County | Paris
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Thou hast | the strength | of will | to slay |
thyself,
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Then is | it like|ly thou | wilt und|ertake
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A thing like death | to chide | away | this shame,
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That copst | with death | himself,| to escape |
from it:
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And if | thou darst,| I'll give | thee rem|edy.
JULIET
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O bid | me leap,| rather than | marry | Paris,
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From off | the bat|tlements | of yond|er tower,
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Or walk | in thiev|ish ways,| or bid | me lurk
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Where serp|ents are:| chain me | with roar|ing
bears
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Or shut | me night|ly in | a charn|el house,
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Ore-cov|ered quite | with dead | men's* rat|tling
bones,
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With ree|ky shanks | and yel|low chap|less
skulls:
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Or bid | me go | into a | new-made grave,
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And hide | me with | a dead | man in | his
grave,
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Things that to | hear them | told, have | made me
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And I | will do | it with/out fear | or doubt,
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To live | an un|stained wife / to my | sweet* love.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hold then;| go home,| be mer|ry, give | consent,
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To mar|ry Par|is: Wednes|day is to|morrow,
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Tomor|row night | look that | thou lie | alone,
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Let^not | thy nurse | lie with | thee in thy |
chamber:
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Take thou | this vi|al be|ing then | in bed,
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And this | distil|led li|quor drink | thou
off,
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When pres|ently | through all | thy veins | shall
run,
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A cold | and drow|sy hum|or: for / no pulse
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Shall keep | his nat|ive pro|gress*, but |
surcease:
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No warmth,| no breath | shall tes|tify | thou
livst,
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The ros|es in | thy lips | and cheeks | shall fade
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To ma|ny ash|es, the / eyes' wind|ows fall
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Like death / when he | shuts up the day | of
life:
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Each part deprived | of sup|ple gov|ernment,
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Shall stiff | and stark,| and cold | appear like death,
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And in | this bor|rowed like|ness of / shrunk death
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Thou shalt | contin|ue two | and for|ty hours,
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And then | awake | as from | a pleas|ant sleep.
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Now when | the bride|groom in | the morn|ing
comes,
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To rouse | thee from | thy bed,| there^art | thou
dead:
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Then^as | the man|ner of | our count|ry is,
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In thy / best robes | uncov|ered on | the bier,
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Thou shalt | be borne | to that / same an|cient
vault,
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Where all | the kind|red of | the Cap|ulets lie,
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In the / meantime | against | thou shalt |
awake,
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Shall Rom|eo by | my let|ters know | our drift,
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And hith|er shall | he come,| and that ve|ry night
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Shall Rom|eo bear | thee hence | to Man|tua.
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And this | shall free | thee from | this pres|ent
shame,
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If no | inconst|ant toy | nor wom|anish fear,
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Abate | thy val|or in | the act|ing it.
JULIET
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Give me,| give me,| O tell | not me | of care.
FRIAR LAURENCE
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Hold get^|you gone,| be strong | and pros|perous:
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In this | resolve,| I'll send | a friar | with
speed
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To Man|tua,| with my let|ters to | thy lord.
JULIET
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Love give me strength,
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And strength | shall help | afford:
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Farewell | dear fath/er.
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