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Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, and logs, and baskets.
First Serv. Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.[1308]15
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit First Serv.] Sirrah, fetch drier logs:[1309]
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
Sec. Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,[1310]
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Re-enter Nurse.
Scene V. Juliet's chamber.[1317]
Enter Nurse.[1318]
Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:[1319]
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;[1320]
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, 5
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,[1321]
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam![1322]
Ay, let the county take you in your bed; 10
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?[1323]
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;[1320]
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, 5
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,[1321]
Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam![1322]
Ay, let the county take you in your bed; 10
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?[1323]
[Undraws the curtains.[1324]
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day![1328]
La. Cap. O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. 20
Help, help! call help.[1329]
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. 20
Help, help! call help.[1329]
Enter Capulet.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!
La. Cap. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead![1330]
Cap. Ha! let me see her. Out, alas! she's cold; 25
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.
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![1331]
La. Cap. O woeful time![1332] 30
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians.
Fri. L. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?[1334]
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
O son, the night before thy wedding-day[1335] 35
Hath death lain with thy wife: see, there she lies,[1336]
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.[1337]
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;[1338]
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,[1338]
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.[1338][1339] 40
O son, the night before thy wedding-day[1335] 35
Hath death lain with thy wife: see, there she lies,[1336]
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.[1337]
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;[1338]
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,[1338]
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.[1338][1339] 40
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,[1340]
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw[1341]
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! 45
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,[1342]
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight![1343]
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw[1341]
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! 45
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,[1342]
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight![1343]
Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day, 50
That ever, ever, I did yet behold![1344]
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woeful day, O woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day, 50
That ever, ever, I did yet behold![1344]
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. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain![1345] 55
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,[1345]
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown![1345]
O love! O life! not life, but love in death![1345]
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,[1345]
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown![1345]
O love! O life! not life, but love in death![1345]
Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd![1345]
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now[1345] 60
To murder, murder our solemnity?[1345]
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child![1345]
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead;[1345][1346]
And with my child my joys are buried![1345]
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now[1345] 60
To murder, murder our solemnity?[1345]
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child![1345]
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead;[1345][1346]
And with my child my joys are buried![1345]
Fri. L. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not[1347][1348]65
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself[1347]
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,[1347]
And all the better is it for the maid:[1347]
Your part in her you could not keep from death;[1347]
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.[1347] 70
The most you sought was her promotion,[1347]
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:[1347][1349]
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced[1347]
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?[1347][1350]
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,[1347] 75
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:[1347]
She's not well married that lives married long,[1347]
But she's best married that dies married young.[1347][1351]
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary[1347]
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,[1347] 80
In all her best array bear her to church:[1347][1352]
For though fond nature bids us all lament,[1347]
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.[1347][1353]
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself[1347]
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,[1347]
And all the better is it for the maid:[1347]
Your part in her you could not keep from death;[1347]
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.[1347] 70
The most you sought was her promotion,[1347]
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:[1347][1349]
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced[1347]
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?[1347][1350]
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,[1347] 75
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:[1347]
She's not well married that lives married long,[1347]
But she's best married that dies married young.[1347][1351]
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary[1347]
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,[1347] 80
In all her best array bear her to church:[1347][1352]
For though fond nature bids us all lament,[1347]
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.[1347][1353]
Cap. All things that we ordained festival,[1354]
Turn from their office to black funeral: 85
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;[1355]
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.[1356] 90
Turn from their office to black funeral: 85
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;[1355]
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.[1356] 90
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
First Mus. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.[1358]
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[1359] [Exit.
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[1359] [Exit.
First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.[1360]
Enter Peter.
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's[1361][1362][1363]100
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'[1362][1364]
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'[1362][1364]
First Mus. Why 'Heart's ease'?[1365]
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to[1366][1367]
comfort me.[1367] 105
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to[1366][1367]
comfort me.[1367] 105
First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.[1368]
Pet. You will not then?
First Mus. No.[1369]
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
First Mus. What will you give us? 110
Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will[1370][1371]
give you the minstrel.[1370][1371][1372]
give you the minstrel.[1370][1371][1372]
First Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.[1371]
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on[1371][1373]
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa[1371][1374]115
you; do you note me?[1374]
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa[1371][1374]115
you; do you note me?[1374]
First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us.[1375]
Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat[1377][1378]120
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer[1378][1379]
me like men:
'When griping grief the heart doth wound[1380][1381]
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,[1380][1382]
Then music with her silver sound'—[1380] 125
why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?—
What say you, Simon Catling?
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer[1378][1379]
me like men:
'When griping grief the heart doth wound[1380][1381]
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,[1380][1382]
Then music with her silver sound'—[1380] 125
why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?—
What say you, Simon Catling?
First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.[1383]
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?[1384]
Sec. Mus. I say, 'silver sound,' because musicians 130
sound for silver.
sound for silver.
Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?[1385]
Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will[1386]
say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because[1386] 135
musicians have no gold for sounding:[1386][1387]
'Then music with her silver sound[1388]
With speedy help doth lend redress.'[1388][1389] [Exit.
say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because[1386] 135
musicians have no gold for sounding:[1386][1387]
'Then music with her silver sound[1388]
With speedy help doth lend redress.'[1388][1389] [Exit.
First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same![1390]