Jul. Farewell!-God knows when we shall I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, What if this mixture do not work at all? I fear it is and yet methinks it should not, The horrible conceit of death and night, : So early waking,-what with loathsome smells, [She throws herself upon the bed. SCENE IV. CAPULET'S Hall. Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Lady C. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter CAPULET. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crowed, The curfew-bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.— Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Cap. No, not a whit. What! I have watched ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Lady C. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—Now, fellow, What's there? Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. 1st Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste [Exit 1st Servant]. -Sirrah, fetch drier logs: Call Peter; he will shew thee where they are. 2nd Serv. 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 whore son! ha, Thou shalt be loggerhead.-Good faith, 'tis day: Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet; go, and trim her up: I'll go and chat with Paris.-Hie; make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already. Make haste, I say! [Exeunt. SCENE V.--JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on the bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet !— fast, I warrant her, she.— Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say! madam! sweetheart! why, bride! What, not a word!—you take your pennyworths now: Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest Lady C. What noise is here? O lamentable day! Lady C. What is the matter? Look, look! O heavy day! Lady C. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!— Help, help!-call help. Enter CAPULET. Cap. For shame; bring Juliet forth her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! Lady C. 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! Lady C. Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties O woful time! 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? And doth it give me such a sight as this? ful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw But one thing to rejoice and solace in, Par. Beguiled, divorcéd, wrongéd, spited, slain! Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now O child, O child!—my soul, and not my child!— Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Cap. All things, that we ordainéd festival, 1st 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. 1st Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O musicians, "Heart's-ease, heart's-ease." O, an you will have me live, play "Heart's-ease." 1st 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. 2nd 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. 1st Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1st Mus. Then will I give you the servingcreature. 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? 1st Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us. 2nd Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out 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 music, with her silver sound,"Why "silver sound?" why, "music, with her silver sound?" What say you, Simon Catling? 1st Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2nd Mus. I say "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? 3rd 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 "music, with her silver sound," because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding : "Then music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress." 1st Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! 2nd Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we 'll in here: tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. C A T [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, Enter BALTHASAR. News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!— I do remember an apothecary,- Rom. Come hither, man.—I see that thou art poor: Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath As violently as hasty powder fired Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Apoth. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Apoth. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Apoth. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold: worse poison to men's souls; Doing more murders in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-FRIAR LAURENCE's Cell. Enter FRIAR LAURENCE. Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo? John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him,—the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth: So that my speed to Mantua there was stayed. Lau. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? John. I could not send it,—here it is again,— Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Lau. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone: Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents: But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III-A Churchyard: in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; Or, wanting that, with tears distilled by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave and weep. [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching-iron. Hold, take this letter: early in the morning |