Who said take thou this vial

On Thursday, sir? The time is very short. My father Capulet will have it so, And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Uneven is the course. I like it not. Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous That she do give her sorrow so much sway, And in his wisdom hastes our marriage To stop the inundation of her tears— Which, too much minded by herself alone, May be put from her by society.

Now do you know the reason of this haste. She is alone all the time and thinking too much about her grief. Some company might help her to stop crying.

Now you know the reason for this hurry to the wedding. Happily met, my lady and my wife. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. What must be shall be. Come you to make confession to this Father? To answer that, I should confess to you.

Do not deny to him that you love me. I will confess to you that I love him. So will ye, I am sure, that you love me. If I do so, it will be of more price Being spoke behind your back than to your face.

If I do so, it will be worth more if I say it behind your back than if I say it to your face. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. The tears have got small victory by that, For it was bad enough before their spite. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth, And what I spake, I spake it to my face.

Thy face is mine, and thou hast slandered it. It may be so, for it is not mine own. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. God shield I should disturb devotion! God forbid that I should intrude on confession! Juliet, I will wake you early on Thursday. O, shut the door! And when thou hast done so, Come weep with me, past hope, past cure, past help. Oh, shut the door! Conveniently, the Capulets don't actually bury their dead in the ground, which otherwise would kind of screw up the plan.

Instead, they stick them in a big tomb. If everyone thinks Juliet is dead, the Friar explains, she won't have to marry Paris. Then he and Romeo can come to the tomb and wait for her to wake up, and then she and Romeo can go to Mantua together. The Friar promises to send a letter to Romeo so he knows what's going on. Be strong and prosperous In this resolve.

Farewell, dear father. Juliet thinks this is a great idea. What could possibly go wrong? She takes the potion, thanks the Friar, and heads home.

Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. Cite This Page. Logging out…. Logging out In this quote, the Friar is saying to take the potion. He is telling Juliet that the potion will make her appear as if she is dead. Right off the bat, if I was Juliet, I would be worried. Like I mentioned before, knowledge of medicine was terrible. Friar Laurence could have given her poison without even knowing it. I believe the mood in Act Four scene two is pretty happy and joyful.

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife. Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her. They are all forth. Well I will walk myself. To County Paris, to prepare him up. Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaimed. Thus, giving the scene a happy tone. Juliet is a very complex character and it shows in this scene. The potion will make her appear like she is dead, that way the family will put her in the family tomb.

When she wakes up, Romeo will be there, having been informed of the plan. They will then run away and live happily ever after. That night, Juliet has sent the nurse and her mother out of her room. This is where we see the complexity of her character. What makes me think this is what Juliet says in the beginning of her soliloquy;. That almost freezes up the heat of life.

My dismal scene I needs must act alone. What if this mixture do not work at all? Shall I be married then tomorrow morning? No, no! Or tell me to sit in a field full of poisonous snakes. Chain me up with wild bears. Hide me every night in a morgue full of dead bodies with wet, smelly flesh and skulls without jawbones.

Or tell me to climb down into a freshly dug grave, and hide me with a dead man in his tomb. All those ideas make me tremble when I hear them named. But I will do them without fear or dread in order to be a pure wife to my sweet love. Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death. Hold on, then. Go home, be cheerful, and tell them you agree to marry Paris.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.