Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd :

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort;
Alack, alack, is it not like that I

So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad :—
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[She falls upon her bed, within the curtains.

SCENE IV. Hall in Capulet's house.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,

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47. mandrakes; the plant mandragora, which was thought to resemble the human form and to utter a shriek when plucked

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from the earth, which caused madness in those who heard

it.

2. pastry, the room in which pies were made.

The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
Look to the baked-meats, good Angelica :
Spare not for cost.

Go, you cot-quean, go,

Nurse.
Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow
For this night's watching.

Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere

now

All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in
your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now.

[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!

Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets.

ΤΟ

What's there?

Now, fellow,

First Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit First Serv.] Sirrah, fetch drier logs:

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

Sec. Serv. 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 music straight, For so he said he would: I hear him near.

Nurse!

[Music within.

Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say!

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mouse - hunt, woman

13. jealous-hood, jealousy.

Re-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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.

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,
The County Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,
Marry, and amen, how sound is she 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?

[Undraws the curtains. What, dress'd! and in your clothes! 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!

4. pennyworths (pronounced 'pen'orths').

IO

6. set up his rest, resolved (a phrase in the game of primero).

Enter LADY CAPULET.

La. Cap. What noise is here ?
Nurse.

O lamentable day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.

Look, look! O heavy day!

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, deceased, 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.
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. L. 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,

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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,

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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?

La. Cap. Accursed, 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,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!

Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,

By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
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.

Fri. L. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not

In these confusions.

Heaven and yourself

Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:

Your part in her you could not keep from death,

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