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104 ROMEO AND JULIET. Friar Laurence. 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 like death to chide away this shame. That cop'st with death himself to scape from it ; And if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy. Juliet. 0, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Erom off the hattlements of yonder tower ; Or walk in thievish ways ; or bid me lurk Where serpents are ; chain me with roaring bears ; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, O'ercover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls j Or bid me go into a new-made grave And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble ; And I will do it without fear or doubt, To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Friar Laurence. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give consent To marry Paris. Wednesday is to-morrow : To-morrow night look that thou lie alone ; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.