|SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
SCENE V. Juliet's chamber.
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:LADY CAPULET
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 curtainsWhat, 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
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,CAPULET
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.
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:Nurse
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.
O lamentable day!LADY CAPULET
O woful time!CAPULET
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,FRIAR LAURENCE
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?CAPULET
Ready to go, but never to return.PARIS
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.
Have I thought long to see this morning's face,LADY CAPULET
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!Nurse
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!
O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!PARIS
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!
Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!CAPULET
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!FRIAR LAURENCE
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.
Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives notCAPULET
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.
All things that we ordained festival,FRIAR LAURENCE
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.
Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;First Musician
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
Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.Nurse
Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;First Musician
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.PETER
Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart'sFirst Musician
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
Why 'Heart's ease?'PETER
O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'MyFirst Musician
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,
to comfort me.
Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.PETER
You will not, then?First Musician
I will then give it you soundly.First Musician
What will you give us?PETER
No money, on my faith, but the gleek;First Musician
I will give you the minstrel.
Then I will give you the serving-creature.PETER
Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger onFirst Musician
your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
I'll fa you; do you note me?
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 youMusician
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?
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 sayFirst Musician
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.'
What a pestilent knave is this same!Second Musician
Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the
mourners, and stay dinner.
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