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Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.
1 Sero. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Serv.]-
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Sero. I have a head, sir, that will find out
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, ho!-what, nurse, I say!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say!
JULIET'S CHAMBER; JULIET ON THE BED.
Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet !—
fast, I warrant her, she:
Why, lamb!-why, lady!—fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say '—madam! sweet-heart!—why, bride!
What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Look, look! O heavy day!
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!
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!
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, hateful
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
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!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
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
She's not well married, that lives married long;
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him;And go,
sir Paris;—every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
1 Mus. '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.
[Erit Nurse. i Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be a
Peter. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart'sease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play_heari's