Act 4 Scene 1 Flashcards
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE
On Thursday, sir? The time is very short.
Paris: […] And I am nothing slow to slack his haste.
You say you do not know the lady’s mind. Uneven is the course. I like it not
Paris: […] Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell (enter JULIET)
Juliet: What must be shall be
That’s a certain text
Juliet: […] Or shall I come to you at evening mass?
My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now–
(beat) My lord, we must entreat the time alone
Juliet: […] Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help.
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.
Juliet: […] I long to die if what thou speak’st speak not of remedy.
Hold, daughter. [look at wall] I do spy a kind of hope. Which craves as desperate an execution as that is desperate which we would prevent.
[rummage on cabinet] If, rather than to marry county Paris, thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, then it is likely thou wilt undertake a thing like death to chide away this shame. That copest with death himself to ‘scape from it. An if thou darest I’ll give thee remedy
Juliet: […] To like an unstained wife to my sweet love.
Hold then. Go home, be merry. Give consent to marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow. Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone. Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.
[shows her vial] Take thou this vial, being then in bed, And this distilled liquor drink thou off. No warmth no breath shall testify thou livest. The rose in thy lips and cheeks shall fade, each part deprived 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 pleasant sleep.
monologue cont.
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 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.
Juliet: Give me, give me!
[gives her vial] 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.
