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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 :-
Nurse!-Wife!-what bo!-what, nurse, I say!
Enter Nurse.

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make baste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say!

[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;
He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down
again!

I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas!-Help! help! my lady's dead!-
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!-
Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse.

O lamentable day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day!

La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life,

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Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-
Help, help!-call help.

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.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:
O son, the night before thy wedding-day
Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she
lies,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,'
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate-
ful day!

Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, woful day!

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
To murder murder our solemnity?—

O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!-
Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead;
And, with my child, my joys are buried!

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:

Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was-her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so 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.
Cap. All things that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral;
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemu hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with
And go, sir Paris;-every one prepare [him ;-
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt CAP. LADY CAP. PARIS, and Friar.
1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and
gone.

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.

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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,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

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
With speedy help doth lend redress.

[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,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter BALTHASAR.

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you;
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—

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