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!
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?
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, hate-
ful day!

Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

O day day ! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O wōful day, O weful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited,

slain!

Mosts détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

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
To murder murder our solemnity?-

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 not

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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 washer promotion:
For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd;
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn bymns to sullen dirges chance;
Our bridal flowers serve
for a
buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
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 upou you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt CAPULET Laty CAPULET, PA-
RIS, 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, that case may be amended.

Enter PETER.

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, playheart'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 coinfort ine.

2. Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play

now.

Pet. You will not theh.

Mus. No.

Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1. Mus. What will you give us?

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel.

1. Mus. Then will I give you the serving-crea

ture.

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your phte. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 1. Mus. An you re us, a and fa us, you note us. 2. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put but your wit..

Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger: Answer me like men:

When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind

oppress,
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? 2. Mus. I say - silver sound, because musi→ cians sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too!— What say you, James Soundpost?

5. Mus. Faith, I know not what to say.

Pet. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singerI will say for you. It is-musick with her silver sound, 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. [Exeunt,

ACT V. SCENE I.

Mantua. A Street.

Enter ROMEO.

Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;"
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to
think,)

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an Emperor.