JULIET                        Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear. FRIAR              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. JULIET                        Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.                         Farewell, dear father.                       Exeunt.            (4.1.121-126) […]

FRIAR              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                         Will watch thy waking, and that very night                         Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.                         And this shall free thee from thy present shame, […]

FRIAR              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 from a pleasant sleep.                         Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes                         To rouse […]

FRIAR              When presently through all thy veins shall run                         A cold and drowsy humour; 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 […]

FRIAR              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.                         Take thou this vial, being then in bed,                         And this distilling liquor drink thou off… (4.1.89-94) Aha, we […]

JULIET                        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’ercovered quite with dead men’s rattling bones,                         With […]

FRIAR              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 […]

JULIET                        Therefore, out of thy long-experienced 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 honour bring.                         Be not so long to […]

JULIET                        God joined my heart and Romeo’s, thou our hands,                         And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo sealed,                         Shall be the label to another deed,                         Or my true heart with treacherous revolt                         Turn to another, this shall slay them both: (4.1.55-59) So Juliet spells it out for him, as the […]

JULIET                        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. (4.1.50-54) Juliet’s frustration with the Friar here is […]