"What doe I knowe, (quoth she) if that this powder shall Sooner or later then it should or els not woorke at all? And then my craft descride as open as the day, The peoples tale and laughing stocke shall I remayne for aye. And other beastes and wormes that are of nature venomous, Shall harme me, yea or nay, where I shall lye as ded?- Of carkases, not yet consumde, and bones that long before And whilst she in these thoughtes doth dwell somwhat too long, The force of her ymagining anon doth waxe so strong, sore. And then when she agayne within her selfe had wayde That quicke she should be buried there, and by his side be layde, Her dainty tender partes gan sheuer all for dred, Her golden heares did stande vpright vpon her chillish hed. A sweate as colde as mountaine yse pearst through her tender skin, That with the moysture hath wet euery part of hers: And more besides, she vainely thinkes, whilst vainely thus she feares, A thousand bodies dead haue compast her about, And lest they will dismember her she greatly standes in dout. By little and little, and in her hart her feare increased ay, As she had frantike been, in hast the glasse she cought, Then on her brest she crost her armes long and small, And when that Phoebus bright heaued vp his seemely hed, And from the East in open skies his glistring rayes dispred, The nurce vnshut the doore, for she the key did keepe, And douting she had slept to long, she thought to breake her slepe; Fyrst softly dyd she call, then lowder thus did crye, Lady, you slepe to long, (the Earle) will rayse you by and by." But wele away, in vayne vnto the deafe she calles, She thinkes to speak to Juliet, but speaketh to the walles. Neither at mouth nor nose found she recourse of breth; With scratched face, and heare betorne, but no woord speake she can, At last (with much adoe,) "dead (quoth she) is my childe;" Whereto liue I since she is dead, except to wayle and mone? That dedly panges, when they assayle, shall not augment my smart." Then gan she so to sobbe, it seemde her hart would brast; The County Paris, and of gentilmen a route, And ladies of Verona towne and country round about, For by theyr presence there they sought to honor so the feast; But when the heauy news the bydden geastes did heare, So much they mournd, that who had seene theyr countnance and theyr cheere, Might easely have iudgde by that that they had seene, That day the day of wrath and eke of pity [to] haue beene. But more than all the rest the fathers hart was so Smit with the heauy newes, and so shut vp with sodain woe, That he ne had the powre his daughter to bewepe, Ne yet to speake, but long is forsd his teares and plaint to kepe. And, hearyng of her passed life, they iudge with one assent A day, ruthfull, vnfortunate and fatall, then I say, The same was it in which through Veron towne was spred The wofull newes how Juliet was sterued in her bed. For so she was bemonde both of the yong and olde, That it might seeme to him that would the commen plaint behold, That all the commen welth did stand in ieopardy; So vniversall was the plaint, so piteous was the crye. For lo, beside her shape and natiue bewties hewe, With which, like as she grew in age, her vertues prayses grewe, She was also so wise, so lowly, and so mylde, That euen from the hory head vnto the witles childe, Ne great, ne small, but dyd that day her wretched state bemone. He trusted him euen as himselfe to whom he gaue a letter, That past twixt Juliet and him, and of the powders strength; (Till fickell Fortune fauour him,) disguisde in mans aray. Apace our frier John to Mantua him hyes; And, for because in Italy it is a wonted gyse That friers in the towne should seeldome walke alone, But of theyr couent ay should be accompanide with one In mynd to take some frier with him, to walke the towne about. For that a brother of the house a day before or twayne The towne folke eke commaunded are the fryers house to shonne, Till they that had the care of health theyr fredome should renew; Wherof, as you shall shortly heare, a mischeefe great there grewe. The fryer by this restraint, beset with dred and sorow, Not knowing what the letters held, differd vntill the morowe; And then he thought in tyme to send to Romeus. But whilst at Mantua, where he was, these dooinges framed thus, The towne of Juliets byrth was wholy busied About her obsequies, to see theyr darlyng buried. Now is the parentes myrth quite chaunged into mone, And now the wedding weedes for mourning weedes they chaunge, And Hymene into a Dyrge;-alas! it seemeth straunge: Doth bylde a tombe, or digge a vault, that beares the houshouldes name; Wherein, (if any of that kindred hap to dye,) They are bestowde; els in the same no other corps may lye. The Capilets her corps in such a one dyd lay, Where Tybalt slayne of Romeus was layde the other day. An other vse there is, that whosoever dyes, Borne to their church with open face vpon the beere he lyes, In wonted weede attyrde, not wrapt in winding sheete. So, as by chaunce he walked abrode, our Romeus man dyd meete His maisters wyfe; the sight with sorow straight dyd wounde The doynges of the Capilets by wisdome to descrye, Where he, besprent with many teares, began to speake him thus: "Syr, vnto you of late is chaunced so great a harme, That sure, except with constancy you seeke yourselfe to arme, I wot not by what sodain greefe, hath made exchaunge of life; That loe, his sprite annoyed sore with torment and with smart, And that he might flye after hers, would leaue the massy corce: That then an hundred thousand parts more glorious were his death: Eke should his painfull hart a great deal more be eased, seene, And so his sorow should of euery one be spyde, Which he with all his care dyd seeke from every one to hyde, An apothecary sate vnbusied at his doore, Who by his heauy countenance he gessed to be poore. |