Alack, alack! is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells, Romeo! Romeo! Romeo! here's drink---I drink to thee. [Exit. SCENE IV. A Hall. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, Take thefe Keys and fetch more Spices, Nurfe. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir,' The fecond Cock hath crow'd, The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a Clock: Spare not for coft. Nur. Go, you Cot-quean, go; Get you to Bed; faith you'll be fick to morrow Cap. No not a whit, I have watch'd e'er now your time, [Ex. Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hoodNow, Fellow, what's there? Enter three or four with Spits, and Logs, and Baskets. Ser. Things for the Cock, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte, Sirrah, fetch drier Logs. Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. F 2 Ser. Ser. I have a Head, Sir, that will find out Logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. Mafs and well faid, a merry Hoson, ha! Thou shalt be Logger-head good Faith, 'tis Day. The County will be here with Mufick ftraight, Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up, [Exit Capulet. SCENE draws and difcovers Juliet on a Bed. Nur. Miftrefs, what Miftrefs! Juliet! Faft I war rant her. Why Lamb why Lady- That you should reft but little-God forgive me- O well-a-day, that ever I was born! Some Aqua-vita ho! my Lord, my Lady! Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What Noife is here? Nur. O lamentable Day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Nur. Look, look-oh heavy Day! La. Cap. O me, O me, my Child, my only Life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee: Help, help, call help. Enter Capulet. Cap. For fhame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. Nur. She's dead, Deceaft, fhe's dead: Alack the Day. La. Cap. Alack the Day, fhe's dead, fhe's dead, fhe's dead. Cap. Ha! Let me fee her-Out alas, fhe's cold, Her Blood is fettled, and her Joints are ftiff, Life and thefe Lips have long been feparated: Death lies on her, like an untimely Froft Upon the sweetest Fower of the Field. Nur. O lamentable Day! La. Cap. O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church? O Son, the Night before thy Wedding-day, Par. Have I thought long to fee this Morning's Face, La. Cap. Accurft, unhappy, wretched, hateful Day, Moft miferable Hour, that time e'er faw In lafting Labour of his Pilgrimage. But one, poor one, one poor and loving Child, And cruel Death hath catcht it from my fight. O Day! O Day! O Day! O hateful Day! O woful Day! O woful Day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpighted, flain! Moft deteftable Death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel, cruel thee quire overthrown O Love! O Life! not Life, but Love in Death. O Child! Child! my Soul, and not my Child & F 3 Dead Dead art thou -alack my Child is dead, And with my Child, my Joys are buried. Fri. Peace ho for thame-Confufions? Care lives not In these Confufions. Heav'n and your felf Had part in this fair Maid, now Heav'n hath all, And all the better is it for the Maid: Your part in her, you could not keep from Death, Fri. Sir, go you in, and Madam, go with him, To follow this fair Coarfe unto her Grave. The Heav'ns do lowre upon you for fome ill: Move them no more, by croffing their high Will. [Exeunt. For well you know this is a pitiful Cafe. Mu. Ay, by my Troth, the Cafe may be amended. Pet. Muficians: Oh Muficians, Heart's eafe, Heart's eafe; Oh, and you will have me live, play Heart's cafe. M. Mu. Why Heart's ease? Pet. O Muficians, Becafe my Heart it felf plays, my Heart is full. Mu. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Mu. What will you give us? Pet. No Mony on my Faith, but the Gleek. I will give you the Miniftrel. Mu. Then I will give you the Serving Creature. do Pet. Then will I lay the ferving Creature's Dagger on your Pate. I will carry no Crotchets, I'll Re you, I'll Fa you, you Note me. Mu. And you Re us, and Fa us, you Note us. 2 Mu. Pray you put up your Dagger, And put out your Wit. Then have at you with my Wit. Pet. I will dry-beat you with an Iron Wit, And put up my Iron Dagger. Anfwer me like Men: When griping Griefs the Heart doth wound Then Mufick with her Silver found Why Silver found? Why Mufick with her Silver found? What fay you, Simon Catling? Mu. Marry, Sir, becaufe Silver hath a fweet found. 2 Mu. I say Silver four d, becaufe Muficians found for SitPet. Prateft too? what fay you, James Sound-Poft? (ver. 3 Mu. Faith I know not what to fay. Pet. OI cry you mercy, you are the Singer. I will fay for you, it is Mufick with her Silver found, Then Mufick with her Silver found, with fpeedy help doth lend redrefs. Mu. What a peftilent Knave is this fame? [Exit. 2 Mu. Hang him, Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the Mourners, and Ray Dinner. [Exit. |