Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Nurse, will you go with me to my Closet, To sort such things as shall be requisite Against to morrow. I pree thee doo, good Nurse goe in with h Help her to sort Tires, Rebates, Chains, And I will come unto you presently, Come sweet heart, shall we go▪ I pray thee let us. Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough. I say I will have this dispatched to morrow, Go one and certify the Count thereof. I pray my Lord, let it be Thursday. I say to morrow while she's in the mood. We shall be short in our provision. Let me alone for that, go get you in, Now before God my heart is passing light, To see her thus conformed to our will. Come, come, what need you any thing else? Nothing good Nurse, but leave me to myself: For I do mean to lie alone to night. Well there's a clean smock under your pillow, and so good night. What are you busy, do you need my help? No Madam, I desire to lie alone, For I have many things to think upon. Well then good night, be stirring Iuliet, The County will be early here to morrow. Farewell, God knows when we shall meet again. Ah, I do take a fearful thing in hand. What if this Potion should not work at all, Must I of force be married to the County? This shall forbid it. Knife, lie thou there. What if the Friar should give me this drink To poison me, for fear I should disclose Our former marriage? Ah, I wrong him much, He is a holy and religious Man: I will not entertain so bad a thought, What if I should be stifled in the tomb? Awake an hour before the appointed time: Ah than I fear I shall be lunatic, And playing with my dead forefathers bones, Dash out my frantic brains. Me thinks I see My Cousin Tybalt weltering in his blood, Seeking for Romeo: stay Tybalt▪ stay. Romeo I come, this do I drink to thee. That's well said Nurse, set all in readiness, The County will be here immediately. Make haste, make haste, for it is almost day, The Curse we bell hath rung, 'tis four a clock, Look to your baked meats good Angelica. Go get you to bed you cotquean. I faith you will be sick anon. I warrant thee Nurse I have ere now watched all night, and have taken no harm at all. I you have been a mouse hunt in your time. A jealous hood, a jealous hood: How now sirrah? What have you there? Forsooth Logs. Go, go choose drier▪ Will will tell thee where thou shalt▪ fetch them. Nay I warrant let me alone, I have a head eno' to choose a Log. Well go thy way, thou shalt be logger head. Come, come, make haste call up your daughter, The County will be here with music strait. God's me he's come, Nurse call up my daughter.
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Nurse, will you go with me to my Closet, To sort such things as shall be requisite Against to morrow. I pree thee doo, good Nurse goe in with h Helpe her to fort Tyres, Rebatoes, Chaines, And I will come vnto you presently, Come sweet hart, shall we goe▪ I pree thee let vs. Me thinks on Thursday would be time enough. I say I will haue this dispatcht to morrow, Goe one and certefie the Count thereof. I pray my Lord, let it be Thursday. I say to morrow while shees in the mood. We shall be short in our prouision. Let me alone for that, goe get you in, Now before God my heart is passing light, To see her thus conformed to our will. Come, come, what need you anie thing else? Nothing good Nurse, but leaue me to my selfe: or I doo meane to lye alone to night. Well theres a cleane smocke vnder your pillow, and so good night. What are you busie, doo you need my helpe? No Madame, I desire to lye alone, For I haue manie things to thinke vpon. Well then good night, be stirring Iuliet, The Countie will be earlie here to morrow. Farewell, God knowes when wee shall meete againe. Ah, I doo take a fearfull thing in hand. What if this Potion should not worke at all, Must I of force be married to the Countie? This shall forbid it. Knife, lye thou there. What if the Frier should giue me this drinke To poyson mee, for feare I should disclose Our former marriage? Ah, I wrong him much, He is a holy and religious Man: I will not entertaine so bad a thought, What if I should be stiled in the Toomb? Awake an houre before the appointed time: Ah then I feare I shall be lunaticke, And playing with my dead forefathers bones, Dash out my franticke braines. Me thinkes I see My Cosin Tybalt weltring in his bloud, Seeking for Romeo: stay Tybalt▪ stay. Romeo I come, this doe I drinke to thee. Thats well said Nurse, set all in redines, The Countie will be heere immediatly. Make hast, make hast, for it is almost day, The Curfe we bell hath rung, t'is foure a clocke, Looke to your bakt metes good Angelica. Goe get you to bed you coqueane. I saith you will be sicke anone. I warrant thee Nurse I haue ere now watht all night, and haue taken no harme at all. I you haue beene a mouse hunt in your time. A Ielous hood, a Ielous hood: How now sirra? What haue you thre? Forsooth Log. Goe, goe choose dryer▪ Will will tell thee where thou shalt▪ fetch them. Nay I warrant let me alone, I haue a heade I o to choose a Log. Well goe thy way, thou shalt be logger head. Come, come, make hst call vp your daughter, The Countie will be heere with musicke straight. Gods me hees come, Nurse call vp my daughter.