Romeo and Juliet
Act IV, Scene 1
Friar Lawrence’s cell.
- Enter Friar Lawrence and County Paris.
- On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
Paris2 - 3
- My father Capulet will have it so,
- And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
Friar Lawrence4 - 5
- You say you do not know the lady’s mind?
- Uneven is the course, I like it not.
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- 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 Lawrence16 - 17
- I would I knew not why it should be slowed.—
- Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.
- Enter Juliet.
- Happily met, my lady and my wife!
- That may be, sir, when I may be a wife.
- That may be must be, love, on Thursday next.
- What must be shall be.
- That’s a certain text.
- Come you to make confession to this father?
- To answer that, I should confess to you.
- Do not deny to him that you love me.
- I will confess to you that I love him.
- So will ye, I am sure, that you love me.
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- If I do so, it will be of more price,
- Being spoke behind your back, than to your face.
- Poor soul, thy face is much abus’d with tears.
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- The tears have got small victory by that,
- For it was bad enough before their spite.
- Thou wrong’st it more than tears with that report.
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- That is no slander, sir, which is a truth,
- And what I spake, I spake it to my face.
- Thy face is mine, and thou hast sland’red it.
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- It may be so, for it is not mine own.
- Are you at leisure, holy father, now,
- Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
Friar Lawrence40 - 41
- My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now.
- My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
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- God shield I should disturb devotion!
- Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye;
- Till then adieu, and keep this holy kiss.
Juliet45 - 46
- O, shut the door, and when thou hast done so,
- Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help!
Friar Lawrence47 - 50
- 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.
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- Tell me not, friar, that thou hearest of this,
- Unless thou tell me how I 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.
- God join’d my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands,
- And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo’s seal’d,
- Shall be the label to another deed,
- Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
- Turn to another, this shall slay them both.
- Therefore, out of thy long-experienc’d time,
- Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
- ’Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
- Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
- Which the commission of thy years and art
- Could to no issue of true honor bring.
- Be not so long to speak, I long to die,
- If what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
Friar Lawrence69 - 77
- 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 of 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.
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- O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
- From off the battlements of any tower,
- Or walk in thievish ways, or bid me lurk
- Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears,
- Or hide me nightly in a charnel-house,
- O’ercover’d quite with dead men’s rattling bones,
- With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;
- Or bid me go into a new-made grave,
- And hide me with a dead man in his shroud—
- Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble—
- And I will do it without fear or doubt,
- To live an unstain’d wife to my sweet love.
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- Hold then. Go home, be merry, give consent
- To marry Paris. We’n’sday is tomorrow;
- Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,
- Let not the nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
- Take thou this vial, being then in bed,
- And this distilling liquor drink thou off,
- When presently through all thy veins shall run
- A cold and drowsy humor; for no pulse
- Shall keep his native progress, but surcease;
- No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest;
- The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade
- To wanny ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall,
- Like death when he shuts up the day of life;
- Each part, depriv’d 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 shall be borne to that same ancient vault
- Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
- In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,
- Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,
- And hither shall he come, an’ 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 the acting it.
- Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear!
Friar Lawrence123 - 125
- 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.
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- Love give me strength! And strength shall help afford.
- Farewell, dear father!