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? O son, the night before thy wedding-day Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she lies, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! O woful day, O woful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd, O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!— Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not h; In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; 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. [Exit Nurse. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's case; O, an you will have me live, play—heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, 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? 5 Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. 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 drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger: -Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound; 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 ?6 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, To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. MILTON. 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, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Enter BALTHASAR. News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? |