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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.

1 Mu. 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 Mu. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter PETER. Peter. Musicians, O, musicians, 'heart's ease, heart's ease,' 0, an you will have me live, play • heart's ease.'

1 Mu. Why 'heart's ease ?'

Peter. O musicians, because my heart itself plays, • My heart is full of woe.' 0, play me some merry dump 1 to comfort me.

2 Mu. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now, Peter. You will not then ? Mu. No. Peter. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mu. What will you give us ?

Peter. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : 2 I will give you the minstrel.

1 Dumps were heavy, mournful tunes, adapted for elegies.

? A pun is here intended between gleek,' scorn; and gleekman,' which signified a minstrel.

1 Mu. Then will I give you the serving-creature.

Peter. 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?

1 Mu. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.

2 Mu. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Peter. 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.

When griping grief the heart doth wound,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress ; Then Music, with her silver sound,'Why, 'silver sound ?' why, “Music, with her silver sound ?'—What say you, Simon Catling?

1 Mu. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

Peter. Pretty!—What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?

2 Mu. I say "silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.

Peter. Pretty too !-What say you, James Sound. post?

3 Mu. Faith, I know not what to say.

Peter. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I will say for you. It is— Music, with her silver sound,' because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding : • Then Music, with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress.'

[Exit, singing.

1 Mu. What a pestilent knave is this same!

2 Mu. Hang him, Jack! Come, we 'll in here ; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Mantua. A street.

Enter ROMEO.

Ro. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord 1 sits lightly in his throne;
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
(Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to

think !)
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!

Enter BALTHASAR.

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well ?

1 i. e. the god of love.

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