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.
Sec. Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,[1310]
And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Cap. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! 20
Thou shalt be logger-head. [Exit Sec. Serv.] Good faith, 'tis day:[1311]
The county will be here with music straight,
For so he said he would. [Music within] I hear him near.[1312]
Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say![1313]
Re-enter Nurse.
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up; 25
I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Make haste: the bridegroom he is come already:[1314][1315]
Make haste, I say.[1315][1316] [Exeunt.
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]
[Undraws the curtains.[1324]
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady![1325]
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born![1326] 15
Some aqua-vitæ, ho! My lord! my lady![1327]
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]
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.
Nurse. O lamentable day![1331]
La. Cap. O woeful time![1332] 30
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,[1332]
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.[1332][1333]
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
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,[1340]
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]
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!
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]
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]
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]
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
Fri. L. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;[1356]
And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare[1356]
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:[1356]
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;[1356]
Move them no more by crossing their high will.[1356][1357] 95
[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.
First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.[1360]
Enter Peter.
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
First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.[1368]
Pet. You will not then?
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
First Mus. What will you give us? 110
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]
First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us.[1375]
Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out[1376]
your wit.[1376]
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?
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.
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.
First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same![1390]
Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry[1391] 140
for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.[1392]