Act 4 — Scene V. Juliet's chamber.[1317]
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Scene V. Juliet's chamber.[1317]
Enter Nurse.[1318]
Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:[1319] 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;[1320] Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, 5 The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. God forgive me,[1321] Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam![1322] Ay, let the county take you in your bed; 10 He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?[1323]
[Undraws the curtains.[1324]
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady![1325] Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! O, well-a-day, that ever I was born![1326] 15 Some aqua-vitæ, ho! My lord! my lady![1327]
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![1328] La. Cap. O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. 20 Help, help! call help.[1329]
Enter Capulet.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead![1330] Cap. Ha! let me see her. Out, alas! she's cold; 25 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![1331] La. Cap. O woeful time![1332] 30 Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,[1332] Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.[1332][1333]
Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians.
Fri. L. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?[1334] Cap. Ready to go, but never to return. O son, the night before thy wedding-day[1335] 35 Hath death lain with thy wife: see, there she lies,[1336] Flower as she was, deflowered by him.[1337] Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;[1338] My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,[1338] And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.[1338][1339] 40 Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,[1340] And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e'er time saw[1341] In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! 45 But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,[1342] But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight![1343] Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day, most woeful day, 50 That ever, ever, I did yet behold![1344] O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this: O woeful day, O woeful day! Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain![1345] 55 Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,[1345] By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown![1345] O love! O life! not life, but love in death![1345] Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd![1345] Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now[1345] 60 To murder, murder our solemnity?[1345] O child! O child! my soul, and not my child![1345] Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead;[1345][1346] And with my child my joys are buried![1345] Fri. L. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not[1347][1348]65 In these confusions. Heaven and yourself[1347] Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,[1347] And all the better is it for the maid:[1347] Your part in her you could not keep from death;[1347] But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.[1347] 70 The most you sought was her promotion,[1347] For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:[1347][1349] And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced[1347] Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?[1347][1350] O, in this love, you love your child so ill,[1347] 75 That you run mad, seeing that she is well:[1347] She's not well married that lives married long,[1347] But she's best married that dies married young.[1347][1351] Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary[1347] On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,[1347] 80 In all her best array bear her to church:[1347][1352] For though fond nature bids us all lament,[1347] Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.[1347][1353] Cap. All things that we ordained festival,[1354] Turn from their office to black funeral: 85 Our instruments to melancholy bells; Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;[1355] Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.[1356] 90 Fri. L. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;[1356] And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare[1356] To follow this fair corse unto her grave:[1356] The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;[1356] Move them no more by crossing their high will.[1356][1357] 95
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
First Mus. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.[1358] Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[1359] [Exit. First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.[1360]
Enter Peter.
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's[1361][1362][1363]100 ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'[1362][1364] First Mus. Why 'Heart's ease'?[1365] Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to[1366][1367] comfort me.[1367] 105 First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.[1368] Pet. You will not then? First Mus. No.[1369] Pet. I will then give it you soundly. First Mus. What will you give us? 110 Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek; I will[1370][1371] give you the minstrel.[1370][1371][1372] First Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.[1371] Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on[1371][1373] your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa[1371][1374]115 you; do you note me?[1374] First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us.[1375] Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out[1376] your wit.[1376] Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat[1377][1378]120 you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer[1378][1379] me like men: 'When griping grief the heart doth wound[1380][1381] And doleful dumps the mind oppress,[1380][1382] Then music with her silver sound'—[1380] 125 why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound'?— What say you, Simon Catling? First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.[1383] Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?[1384] Sec. Mus. I say, 'silver sound,' because musicians 130 sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?[1385] Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will[1386] say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,' because[1386] 135 musicians have no gold for sounding:[1386][1387] 'Then music with her silver sound[1388] With speedy help doth lend redress.'[1388][1389] [Exit. First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same![1390] Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry[1391] 140 for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.[1392]