Romeo and Juliet
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The Same. JULIET'S Chamber. | ||||||
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, | ||||||
| The County Paris hath set up his rest, | ||||||
| That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, | ||||||
| Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! | ||||||
| I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam! | ||||||
| Ay, let the county take you in your bed; | ||||||
| He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? | ||||||
| What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! | ||||||
| I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady! | ||||||
| Alas! alas! Help! help! my lady's dead! | ||||||
| O! well-a-day, that ever I was born. | ||||||
| Some aqua-vitœ, ho! My lord! my lady! | ||||||
Enter LADY CAPULET. | ||||||
| Lady Cap. What noise is here? | ||||||
| Nurse. O lamentable day! | ||||||
| Lady Cap. What is the matter? | ||||||
| Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! | ||||||
| Lady 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! | ||||||
| Lady 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. | ||||||
| Nurse. O lamentable day! | ||||||
| Lady Cap. O woeful 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. L. 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 wife. 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, living, 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? | ||||||
| Lady 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! | ||||||
| Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! | ||||||
| Most lamentable day, most woeful day, | ||||||
| That ever, ever, I did yet behold! | ||||||
| O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! | ||||||
| Never was seen so black a day as this: | ||||||
| O woeful day, O woeful day! | ||||||
| Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! | ||||||
| Most detestable 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. L. 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, | ||||||
| But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. | ||||||
| The most you sought was her 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 hymns to sullen dirges change, | ||||||
| Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, | ||||||
| And all things change them to the contrary. | ||||||
| Fri. L. 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 lower upon you for some ill; | ||||||
| Move them no more by crossing their high will. [Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and Friar. | ||||||
| First 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. | ||||||
| First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. | ||||||
Enter PETER. | ||||||
| Pet. Musicians! O! musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O! an ye will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.' | ||||||
| First 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. | ||||||
| Sec. Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. | ||||||
| Pet. You will not then? | ||||||
| Musicians. No. | ||||||
| Pet. I will then give it you soundly. | ||||||
| First Mus. What will you give us? | ||||||
| Pet. No money, on my faith! but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. | ||||||
| First 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? | ||||||
| First Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. | ||||||
| Sec. 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:
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| Why 'silver sound?' why 'music with her silver sound?' What say you, Simon Catling? | ||||||
| First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. | ||||||
| Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? | ||||||
| Sec. Mus. I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. | ||||||
| Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? | ||||||
| Third 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 musicians have no gold for sounding:
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| First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! | ||||||
| Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. |
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