SC. V.
ROMEO AND JULIET
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For sweet discourses in our time[C 1] to come. |
Jul. | O God! I have an ill-divining soul: Methinks I see thee, now[C 2] thou art below,[C 3][E 1] As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. |
Rom. | And trust me, love, in my eye so do you: Dry sorrow[E 2] drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! |
[Exit.
Jul. | O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle:60 If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him That is renown'd for faith? Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long, But send him back. |
Lady Cap. | [Within.][C 4]Ho, daughter! are you up? |
Jul. | Who is't that calls? is it[C 5] my lady mother?[C 6]65 Is she not down[E 3] so late, or up so early? What unaccustom'd cause procures[E 4] her hither? |
Enter Lady Capulet.[C 7]
Lady Cap. | Why, how now, Juliet! |
Jul. | Madam, I am not well. |
Lady Cap. | Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?70 |
- ↑ 55. below] Some editors prefer Q, F, so low; I think the so was an error caused by soul immediately above.
- ↑ 59. Dry sorrow] Malone: "He is accounting for their paleness. It was an ancient notion that sorrow consumed the blood …" 3 Henry VI. IV. iv. 22: "blood-sucking sighs."
- ↑ 66. down] lying down, abed.
- ↑ 67. procures] Hanmer read provokes, but no emendation is required.