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Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed.
Enter NURSE. Nürse. Mistress !- what, mistress !- Juliet !
fast, I warrant her, she :Why, lamb !—why, lady!—fie, you slug-a-bed ! Why, love, I say !-madam! sweetheart !-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! I needs must wake her.-Madam, madam, ma
dam !Ay, let the county
your He 'll fright you up,
faith.-Will it not be ? What, dress'd, and in your clothes, and down
I must needs wake you.—Lady! lady! lady !-
Enter LADY CAPULET.
L. Cap. What noise is here?
O lamentable day! L. Cap. What is the matter?
Look, look! O heavy day! L. Cap. O me, O me!—my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee ! Help, help!-call help.
Cap. For shame; bring Juliet forth; her lord is
Nurse. She's dead, deceased; she's dead : alack
the day! L. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,
she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her.-Out, alas ! she's
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff :
Nurse. O lamentable day!
O woful time!
me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. F. Lau. 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 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die, And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. Pa. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? L. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Pa. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Uncomfortable time! why camest thou now To murder murder our solemnity ?O child! O child !--my soul, and not my
child ! Dead art thou ?-alack! my child is dead;
And, with my child, my joys are buried !
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
F. Lau. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with
sir Paris ; every one prepare