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Changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed.
warrant her. Why, lamb—why, Lady-Fy, you Nug-a-bedWhy, love, I say Madam--Sweet-heart-why?
BrideWhat, not a word !-- You take your pennyworths
now ; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath fet up his Rest, That you shall rest but little---God forgive memo Marry, and amen !-How found is the asleep? I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam, Ay, let the County take you in your bed. . He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be ? What drest, and in your cloaths and down again! I must needs wake you : Lady, lady, lady. Alas! alas ! help! help! my lady's dead, O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! Some Aqua-vitæ. Ho! my Lord, my lady!
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life!
Enter Capulet. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her Lord is
come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead. Alack the
Nurse. O lamentable day !
Enter Friar Lawrence, 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. See, there she lies, Flow'r as she was, deflowered now by him. Death is
fon-in-law.Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this!
La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that Time e'er saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and folace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. 'Owoe! oh woful, woful, woful, day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spighted, slain,
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill'da
Fri. ? Peace, ho, for Shame! Confusion's Cure
In these Confusions : Heaven and yourself
iO woe! oh woful, &c.] This Mr. Pope has curtailed to little or speech of exclamations is not in nothing, because it has not the the edition above cited. Several sanction of the first old copy. other parts, unnecessary or tauto. But there was another reason: logy, are not to be found in the Certain corruptionsstarted, which faid edition; which occasions the should have required the indulging variation in this from the com his private sense to make them in. mon books,
Pope. telligible, and'this was an unrea: 2 In fornier editions,
fonable labour. As I have rePeace, bo, for shame, confufi- formed the passage above quoted, ons : Cáre lives not
I dare warrant, I have reltored In the confusions :] This our poet's text; and a fine senSpeech, though it contains good fible reproof it contains against Christian doctrine, though it is immoderate grief. THEOB. perfectly in character for the Friar,
The most, you sought, was her Promotion ;
Cap. All Tl.ings, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in, and, Madam, go with him ;
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
3 For tho' some Nature bid us ftitute an epithet, which, I suf
alt lament,] Some Nature ? pect, was loit in the idle, corSøre, it is the general rule of Na- rupted word, some: and which turė, or she could not bid us all admirably quadrates with the lament. I have ventured to fub- verse succeeding this. THEOB.
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.
[Exit Nurse, Muf, Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Pet. Musicians, oh musicians, beart's ease, beart's
ease: Oh, an you will have me live, why, play heart's ease.
Muf. Why, heart's ease?
Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays, my heart itself is full of woe. 40, play me some mer, ry dump, to comfort me!
Mus. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. No mony, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the Minstrel. .
Muf. Then will I give you the Serving Creature.
Pet. 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?
Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
2 Muf. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
40, play me some merry dump, folio, but the answer plainly reto cemfort me!] This is not in the quires it.