2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with musick straight. [Musick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near :- Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; [Exeunt. SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet!fast, I warrant her, she : Why, lamb! why, lady-fye, you slug-a-bed!Why, love, I say!-madam! sweet-heart; why, bride! What, not a word ?—you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The county Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Ì needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, ma dam! Ay, let the county take you in your bed; I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! La. Cap. What noise is here? O lamentable day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, VOL. VIII. N Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!- Enter CAPULET. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. [the day! Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled; and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Accursed time! unfortunate old man! Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Flower as she was, deflowered by him. And doth it give me such a sight as this? Most miserable hour that e'er time saw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, Most detestable death by thee beguil'd, [slain, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!- Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Your part in her you could not keep from death; be Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up: For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Erit. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play -heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. 0, musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe. O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet, No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-crea ture. Pet. 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 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. 'Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. 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, Then musick with her silver sound Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is-musick with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: Then musick with her silver sound [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. ACT V. SCENE I. Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. [Exeunt. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand': My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think); And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; |