Fa. Tufh, I will stirre about, And all things fhall be well, I warrant thee wife : Ile not to bed to night, let me alone : Ile play the hufwife for this once, what ho? Against to morrow, my heart is wondrous light, Enter Iuliet and Nurse. lu. I thofe attires are beft, but gentle nurse To moue the heauens to fmile vpon my ftate, Enter mother. Mo. What are you bufie ho? need you my help? As are behoofefull for our state to morrow : For I am fure, you haue your hands full all, Mo. Good night. Get thee to bed and reft, for thou haft need.. Exit. Exeunt. Iu. Farewell, God knowes when we fhall meete againe. I haue a faint cold feare thrills through my veines, That almost freezes vp the heate of life: Come Come viall, what if this mixture do not worke at all? I feare it is, and yet me thinks it fhould not, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeeme me, theres a fearefull point: To whose foule mouth no healthfome ayre breaths in, And there die ftrangled ere my Romeo comes. Or if I liue, is it not very like, The horrible conceit of death and night, O looke, O looke, me thinks I fee my cozins ghost, Enter lady of the house and Nurse. La. Hold, take these keies, and fetch more fpices nurse. Enter old Capulet. Ca. Come ftir, ftir, ftir, the second cocke hath crowed, Nur. Go you cot-queane, go, Get you to bed, faith youle be ficke to morrow Ca. No not a whit, what? I haue watcht ere now All night for leffe caufe, and nere beene ficke. La. I you haue bin a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you from fuch watching now. Exit lady and Nurse. Ca. A iealous hood, a iealous hood, now fellow, what is there? Enter three or foure with fpits and logs and baskets. Fel. Things for the cooke fir, but I know not what. Ca. Make hafte, make hafte firra, fetch drier logs. Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. Fel. I haue a head fir, that will find out logs, And neuer trouble Peter for the matter. Ca. Maffe and well faid, a merrie horfon, ha, Thou shalt be loggerhead; good father tis day. VOL. IV. L Play Play muficke. The countie will be here with muficke straight, Enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and trim her vp, Ile go and chat with Paris, hie, make haste, Make hafte, the bridegroome, he is come already, make haste I fay. Nur. Miftris, what miftris, Iuliet, faft I warrant her fhe, Why loue I fay, madam, fweet heart, why bride : What dreft, and in your clothes, and downe againe ? Nur. O lamentable day. Mo. What is the matter? Nur. Looke, looke, oh heauie day. Mo. O me, O me, my child, my onely life: penniworth. Reuine, Reuiue, looke vp, or I will die with thee : Helpe, helpe, call helpe. Enter Father. Fa. For fhame bring Iuliet forth, her lord is come: Her blood is fetled and her ioynts are stiffe: Mo. O wofull time. Fa. Death that hath tane her hence to make me waile, Ties vp my tongue and will not let me fpeake. Enter Frier and the Countie Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Fa. Ready to go, but neuer to returne. O fonne, the night before thy wedding day, Paris. Haue I thought long to fee this mornings face, Mo. Accurft, vnhappie, wretched hatefull day, Most miserable houre that ere time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage, But one poore one, one poore and louing child, • Countie with musicians. L 2 But |