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For so he said he would. I hear him near:-
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed.
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 58, That you
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 in your bed; He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be? What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady!
Enter Lady CAPULET.
O lamentable day!
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.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is
come. Nurse, She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,
Nurse. O lamentable day!
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 ; My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, And leave him all ; life leaving, 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. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
I did yet behold!
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!--
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;-
[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 Nsus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me liye, play-heart's ease.
1 Mus. Why heart's ease ?
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself playsMy heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.