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Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
SCENE V.-Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the bed.
warrant her, she :-
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. O me, 0 me !-my child, my only life,
Help, help!--call help.
Enter Capulet. Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the
day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's
Nurse. O lamentable day !
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, ali 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!
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Nurse. O woe! ( woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! -
Fri. 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, 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 advanc'd : And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well :
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him ;-
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.
[Exit Nurse. i Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Enter Peter. Pet. Musicians, 0, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ense; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease.
i Mus. Why heart's ease?
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not à dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. i Mus. What will you give us ?
Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel.
i 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?
i Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.
2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you 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,
Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound?
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.
Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James Soundpost? VOL. XI.