SCENE V. Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet !— fast, I warrant her, she :: Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed!Why, love, I say!-madam! sweetheart!-why, bride! What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, dam! Ay, let the county take you in your bed; He'll fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be? What, dress'd, and in your clothes, and down again! I must needs wake you.-Lady! lady! lady!— Some aqua vita, ho!-my lord! my lady! Enter LADY CAPULET. L. Cap. What noise is here? Nurse. L. Cap. What is the matter? O lamentable day! Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! L. 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. Nurse. She's dead, deceased; she's dead: alack the day! L. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me see her.-Out, alas! she 's cold; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff: L. Cap. 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. F. Lau. 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: And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? L. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labor of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Pa. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable death, by thee beguiled, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!— O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! O child! O child!—my soul, and not my child!— And, with my child, my joys are buried! F. Lau. 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, Your part in her you could not keep from death; F. Lau. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, sir Paris : : every one prepare |