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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.] –
Sirrah, fetch drier logs :
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Erit.
Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreson, 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!
Re-enter the 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 !
JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed.
Enter the Nurse. Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress!
fast, I warrant her, she :
of the weasel tribe, prowls about in the night for its prey. « Cat after kinde, good mouse-hunt," is one of Heywood's proverbs.
Why, lamb! why, lady!--fie, you slug-a-bed !Why, love, I say ! - madam! sweet-heart ! — why,
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
shall rest but little. — God forgive me, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam ! Ay, let the county take you
Enter Lady CAPULET. Lady C. What noise is here? Nurse.
0, lamentable day! Lady C. What is the matter? Nurse.
Look, look! O, heavy day! Lady C. 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
1 To set up one's rest was the same as to make up one's mind. In The Merchant of Venice, Act ii. sc. 2, Launcelot has a similar quibble: “ As I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some ground.” See, also, The Comedy of Errors, Act iv. sc. 3, note 2.
Nurse. She's dead, deceas’d, she's dead ; alack
the day! Lady C. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,
Nurse. O, lamentable day !
O, woful time!
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 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 ?
2 In the first quarto, this speech stands thus :
“Stay! let me see : all pale and wan.
H. 3 So in the old copies, but commonly changed in moderu editions to,“ life leaving, all is death's." 4 The quarto of 1597 continues the speech of Paris thus :
<< And doth it now present such prodigies ?
Accurst, unhappy, miserable man,
Lady C. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day !
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Born to the world to be a slave in it:
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd:
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in, — and, madam, go with
And go, sir Paris : - every one prepare
[Exeunt CAP., Lady CAP., PARIS, and Friar. 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.
[Erit. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may amended.
5 All the old copies except the folio of 1632 have some instead of fond. — In all, of the preceding line, is from the first quarto ; the later copies having And in.