For so he said he would. I hear him near: Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste, [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! sweet-heart!-why, bride! What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cup. What is the matter? La. Cap. 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, 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: Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. VOL. XIII. 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 Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; 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, 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, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!- O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! To murder murder our solemnity?— O child! O child !-my soul, and not my child!- 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; Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, 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; [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 ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself playsMy 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. |