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Accursed time! unfortunate old man !
Nurse. O lamentable day!
O woful time!
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 day!
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him ;-
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.
[Erit Nurse. 1 Mus. 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 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,s to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
5 Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.
Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :6 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
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you
with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger: -Answer me like men :
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling ?
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?6
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 you.
It is-musick with her silver sound,
6 To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. 6" And the jocund rebecks sound."
because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding :
Then musick with her silver sound;
[Erit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ?
2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.
SCENE I. Mantua. A Sireei.
News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?