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confusions. Heaven and tourself He part in this fair maid; now haver hath 21
] the better is it for the maid. your part in her you could not keep from death; but Heaven keel, his part in eternal life. Ine most you sought was her promotion ; For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanced : And
weep' ye now, seeing she is advanced, Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? 0, in this loze, you love your child se ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well She's not well married, that lives married long: But she's best married, that dies married young. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary On this fair corse; and, as the custom is, In all her best array bear her to church: For though fond Nature bids us all lament, Yet Nature's tears are Reason's merriment.
Cup. All things, that we ordained festival, Tarn from their office to black funeral: Boruts to melancholy bells ;
to a sad burial feast; It is to sullen dirges change; Our - towers serve for a buried corse, And I things thage them to the contrary. F. Lau. Sir, go you in; and, madam, gow!!
him; And go, sir Paris : every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
1 Mu. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest, good fellows, ah, put up, put up ; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
[Exit Nurse. 1 Mu. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Peter. Musicians, O, musicians, 'heart's ease, heart's ease,' 0, an you will have me live, play • heart's ease.'
1 Mu. Why 'heart's ease?' Peter. O musicians, because my heart itself plays, My heart is full of woe.' O, play me some merry dump 1 to comfort me.
2 Mu. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now, Peter. You will not then ? Mu. No. Peter. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mu. What will you give us ?
Peter. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : 2 I will give you the minstrel.
1 Dumps were heavy, mournful tunes, adapted for elegies.
2 A pun is here intended between 'gleek,' scorn; and gleekman,' which signified a minstrel.
1 Mu. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
Peter. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you ; I'll fa you. Do you note me?
1 Mu. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mu. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put
wit. Peter. Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger.—Answer me like men.
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress; Then Music, with her silver sound,'Why, silver sound ?' why, Music, with her silver sound?'—What say you, Simon Catling?
1 Mu. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Peter. Pretty!What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?
2 Mu. I say “silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.
Peter. Pretty too!-What say you, James Sound.
3 Mu. Faith, I know not what to say.
Peter. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I will say for you. It is— Music, with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding :• Then Music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress.'