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As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Where, for these many hundred years, the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;—
Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

So early waking; what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' 1 torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;—
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,2
Environed with all these hideous fears?

And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point.-Stay, Tybalt, stay!—
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[she throws herself on the bed.

1 This plant was vulgarly supposed to possess a degree of animal life; and, when torn from the ground, to utter a groan fatal to him that pulled it up.

2 Distracted.

SCENE IV.

Capulet's hall.

Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE.

L. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.1

Enter CAPUlet.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir; the second cock hath crow'd,

The curfew bell hath rung; 'tis three o'clock.
Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.

2

Nurse.
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. L. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt 3 in your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now.

[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

i. e. the room where the pastry was made.

A man who busies himself with women's occupations.

3 Mouse was an amorous term of endearment.

SHAK.

XIII.

3

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!-Now,

fellow,

What's there?

Enter SERVANTS, with spits, logs, and baskets.

1 Ser. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Servant.]— Sirrah, fetch drier logs :

Call Peter; he will show thee where they are.

2 Ser. I have a head, sir, that will find out

logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter.

[Exit.

Cap. Mass, and well said: a merry whoreson !

ha,

Thou shalt be loggerhead.--Good faith, '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;

I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already :
Make haste, I say.

[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! sweetheart!-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, ma-

dam!—

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, welladay, that ever I was born!-

Some aqua vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!

Enter LADY CAPULET.

L. Cap. What noise is here?

Nurse.

L. Cap. What is the matter?

O lamentable day!

Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day!

L. 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, deceased; she's dead: alack

the day!

L. 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.
Accursed time! unfortunate old man!

Nurse. O lamentable day!

L. 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.

F. Lau. 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

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