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 Serv.]— Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 2 Sero. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with musick straight. [Musick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near:Nurse!-Wife!-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say! Enter 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! SCENE V. [Exeunt. JULIET'S CHAMBER; JULIET ON THE BED. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet!fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say -madam! sweet-heart!-why, bride! What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be? Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What noise is here? O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. What is the matter? La. Cap. 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 come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Accursed time! unfortunate old man! Nurse. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make 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 bride:-See, there she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!— O love! O life!—not life, but love in death! Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!- Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not. In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Your part in her you could not keep from death; She's not well married, that lives married long; 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. Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him;And go, sir Paris;-every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, 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. [Exit Nurse. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be a mended. Enter Peter. Peter. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. |