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Where bloody Tibalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies festring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort
Oh! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?
And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
And pluck the mangled Tibalt from his shroud ?
And in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,
As with a club, dash out my desp’rate brains ?
Oh, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost,
Seeking out Romeo-Stay, Tibalt, stay!
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

[Drinks, and throws herself on the Bed.

SCENE IV.

A Hall,

Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE.

Lady C. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

spices, Nurse. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir; the second cock bath

crow'd,
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica,
Spare not for cost.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go :
Get

you to bed; faith you'll be sick to-morrow, For this night's watching.

[Exit. Cap. No, not a whit? what, I have watch'd ere

now

All night for a less cause, and ne'er been sick.
The County will be here with music straight,

[Music plays. For so he said he would.

I hear him near, Nurse, wife, what ho? what, Nurse, I say?

Enter NURSE.
Go waken Juliet, go, and trim her up.
I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste:
Make haste, I say.

[Ereunt.

SCENE V.

JULIET's Chamber.

Enter NURSE.
Nurse. Mistress, what mistress ! Juliet -Fast,

I warrant her:
Why, lamb--why, lady,--Fie, you slug-a-bed
Why, love, I say,Madam, sweetheart--why, bride-
What, not a word !
What, 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 !
Ho! my lord, my lady !

Enter LADY CAPULET.
Lady C. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!
Lady C. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, oh, heavy day!

Lady C. Oh 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: she's dead! alack the day!

Cap. Ha ! let me see her-Out, alas ! she's cold, 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. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE and Paris.
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
Death has embrac'd thy wife. See, there she lies,
Flower as she was, nipp'd in the bud by him!
Oh, Juliet, oh, my child, my child !
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Cap. Most miserable hour, that time ere saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child;
But one thing to enjoy and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.

Fri. Your daughter lives in peace and happiness ;
Heav'n and yourself had part in this fair maid,
Now, Heav'n hath all-dry up your fruitless tears :
Come, stick your rosemary on this fair corse ;
And, as the custom of our country is,
Convey her where her ancestors lie tomb’d.

Cap. All things, that we ordain'd to festival,
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;
And bridal Gowers serve for a burial corse.

Fri. The Heav'ns do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

[Exeunt.

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

The Inside of a Church.

Enter the Funeral Procession of Juliet, in which the

following Dirge is sung.

CHORUS,
Rise, rise!

Heartbreaking sighs,
The woe-fraught bosom swell;

For sighs alone,

And dismal moan,
Should echo Juliet's knell.

AIR.

She's gonethe sweetest flow'r of May,

That blooming bless'd our sight;
Those cyes, which shone like breaking day,
Are set in endless night!

CHORUS.

Rise, rise! &c.

AIR,

She's
gone,
she's

gone, nor leaves behind,
So fair a form, so pure a mind;
How could'st thou, Death, at once destroy,
The lover's hope, the parent's joy?

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Rom. If I may trust the flattery of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne, And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

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