Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; [Music within. SCENE V-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! The county Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me I needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, madam! Some aquavitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady! 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. 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. La. Cap. O woeful 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, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; 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 woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day! most woeful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! O woeful day, O woeful day! Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! Most détestable 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 cam'st thou now To murder murder our solemnity ?— 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 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; Turn from their office to black funeral: Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, Madam, go with him;— 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 amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. * 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then ? 2 Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek:† I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. 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? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. 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, Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? 1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding : - * Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. † To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. Then music, with her silver sound, 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? ACT V SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead [Exit, singing. tarry for the Exeunt. (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think); News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars!- Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceived; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Enter APOTHECARY. Ap. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer* As will disperse itself through all the veins, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell : * Stuff. [Exeunt. |