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Enter three or four, with Spits, and Logs, and Baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not
what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. Sirrah, fetch drier
logs; Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.
Sero. 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, ho!--what, Nurse, I say!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter Nurse.
Nurse. Mistress what, mistress!-Juliet !-fast,
I warrant her:
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, 270 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 must needs wake her :-Madam! madam! madam! 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!
230 Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--My lord !--my lady!
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La. Cap. O mę, o me!--my child, my only life!
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!
290 La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,
Nurse. O lamentable day!
300 Ties up my tongue, and will not let ine speak. Enter Friar LAWRENCE, 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 :--Seç, there she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered now by himn. 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,
310 And doth it give me such a sight as this ? La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour, that time e'er saw
Nurse. O woe! O woeful, wocful, woeful day! .
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, slain! Most detestable death, by theę beguild, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !. O love! O life !--not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, killid! Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now To murder murder our solemnity ?
330 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 !. 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; 340 For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc’d: Kiij
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Eri. Sir, go you in,---and, madam, go with him ;And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare
361 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 CẠPUĻET, Lady Capules,PARIS, and Friar. Mụs. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be
gone. Nurse. Honęșt good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
[Exit Nurse. Mųs. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.