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Hath Death lain with thy bride :-see, 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 leaving, all is death's. Pa. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face, And doth it give me such a sight as this ? L. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Pa. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!Uncomfortable time! why camest thou now To murder murder our solemnity ? 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 !
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral : Our instruments to melancholy bells ; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. F. Lau. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with
him ; And go, sir Paris : every one prepare