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    Act 4. Scene 5

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    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 vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!

    Enter LADY CAPULET

    LADY CAPULET
    What noise is here?

    Nurse
    O lamentable day!

    LADY CAPULET
    What is the matter?

    Nurse
    Look, look! O heavy day!

    LADY CAPULET
    O me, O me! My child, my only life,
    Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
    Help, help! Call help.

    Enter CAPULET

    CAPULET
    For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

    Nurse
    She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!

    LADY CAPULET
    Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

    CAPULET
    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!

    LADY CAPULET
    O woful time!

    CAPULET
    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

    FRIAR LAURENCE
    Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

    CAPULET
    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 heir;
    My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
    And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

    PARIS
    Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
    And doth it give me such a sight as this?

    LADY CAPULET
    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!

    PARIS
    Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
    Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
    By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
    O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

    CAPULET
    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.

    FRIAR LAURENCE
    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,
    But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
    The most you sought was her promotion;
    For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:
    And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
    Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
    O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
    That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
    She's not well married that lives married long;
    But she's best married that dies married young.
    Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
    On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
    In all her best array bear her to church:
    For though fond nature bids us an lament,
    Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

    CAPULET
    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.

    FRIAR LAURENCE
    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 lour upon you for some ill;
    Move them no more by crossing their high will.

    Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE

    First Musician
    Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

    Nurse
    Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
    For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

    Exit

    First Musician
    Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

    Enter PETER

    PETER
    Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's
    ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

    First Musician
    Why 'Heart's ease?'

    PETER
    O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
    heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
    to comfort me.

    First Musician
    Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.

    PETER
    You will not, then?

    First Musician
    No.

    PETER
    I will then give it you soundly.

    First Musician
    What will you give us?

    PETER
    No money, on my faith, but the gleek;
    I will give you the minstrel.

    First Musician
    Then I will give you the serving-creature.

    PETER
    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?

    First Musician
    An you re us and fa us, you note us.

    Second Musician
    Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

    PETER
    Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you
    with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer
    me like men:
    'When griping grief the heart doth wound,
    And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
    Then music with her silver sound'--
    why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver
    sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?

    Musician
    Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

    PETER
    Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

    Second Musician
    I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.

    PETER
    Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?

    Third Musician
    Faith, I know not what to say.

    PETER
    O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
    for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'
    because musicians have no gold for sounding:
    'Then music with her silver sound
    With speedy help doth lend redress.'

    Exit

    First Musician
    What a pestilent knave is this same!

    Second Musician
    Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
    mourners, and stay dinner.

    Exeunt
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