Come, phial. What if this mixture do not work at all, I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it should not, Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, The horrible conceit of death and night, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, So early waking,-what with loathsome smells, [She falls upon the bed. SCENE IV.--CAPULET'S Hall. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. La. Cap. 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 crow'd, The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:- La. Cap. Go, go, you cot-quean, go. Get you to bed: 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching. Cap. No, not a whit. What! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. 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. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]- Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. ha! Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good father! 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, [Music within. For so he said he would.-I hear him near.Nurse!-wife!-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say! Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet; go, and trim her up: 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, The county Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me, La. Cap. What noise is here? Look, look! O heavy day! 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: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. 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? 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? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! O woful day, O woful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!— O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!— Dead art thou!-alack, my child is dead; And with my child my joys are buried. Fri. Peace, ho! for shame! confusion's cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself 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 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, playHeart's ease." 1 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. 2 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. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1 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? i Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit. I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger.-Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, Then music, with her silver sound; Why," silver sound?" why," music with her silver sound?" What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O! I cry you mercy; you are the singer : 7 I will say for you. It is "music with her silver sound," because musicians have seldom gold for sounding : Then music with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same. 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Rom. Is it e'en so? then, I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. 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. Doing more murders in this loathsome world, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, May do much danger. Friar John, go hence: 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, clos'd 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 stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. [Retires. |