_Jul._ O, bid me leap, rather than many Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower;[1206] Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk[1207] Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;[1207] 80 Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,[1208] O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,[1209] With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls;[1210] Or bid me go into a new-made grave, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;[1211] 85 Things that to hear them told, have made me tremble;[1212] And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.[1213] _Fri. L._ Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent[1214] To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;[1214][1215] 90 To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,[1214] Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber:[1214][1216] Take thou this vial, being then in bed,[1214] And this distilled liquor drink thou off:[1217] When presently through all thy veins shall run 95 A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse[1218] Shall keep his native progress, but surcease:[1218] No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest;[1219] The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade[1220] To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,[1221] 100 Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;[1222] Each part, deprived of supple government,[1223] Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:[1223] And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death[1224] Thou shalt continue two and forty hours, 105 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:[1225] Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier[1226] 110 Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault[1227] 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: and he and I[1228] 115 Will watch thy waking, and that very night[1228] Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. And this shall free thee from this present shame,[1229] If no inconstant toy nor womanish fear[1230] Abate thy valour in the acting it. 120 _Jul._ Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear![1231] _Fri. L._ 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. _Jul._ Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford.[1232] 125 Farewell, dear father![1233] [_Exeunt._ SCENE II. _Hall in Capulet's house._[1234]