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O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
[She throws herself on the Bed.
Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. 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 hath
crow'd, The curfeu bello hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:
be distraught,) Distraught is distracted. * They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.] i. e. in the room where paste was made. So laundry, spicery, &c.
· The curfeu bell—] The curfew bell is universally rung at eight or nine o'clock at night; generally according to the season. The term is here used with peculiar impropriety, as it is not believed that any bell was ever rung so early as three in the morning. The derivation of curfeu is well known, but it is a mere vulgar error that the institution was a badge of slavery imposed by the Norman Conqueror. To put out the fire became necessary only because it was time to go to bed: And if the curfeu commanded all fires to
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in
But I will watch you from such watching now.
Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !– Now,
fellow, What's there?
Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not
what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit i Serv.] –
Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whoreson!
ha, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day:
be extinguished, the morning bell ordered them to be lighted again. In short, the ringing of those two bells was a manifest and essential service to people who had scarcely any other means of measuring their time. Ritson.
- a mouse-hunt in your time;] In Norfolk, and many other parts of England, the cant term for a weasel is--a mousehunt. The intrigues of this animal, like those of the cat kind, are usually carried on during the night. This circumstance will account for the appellation which Lady Capulet allows her husband to have formerly deserved.
The county will be here with musick straight,
[Musick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near : Nurse!_Wife!-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the Bed.
Nurse. Mistress ! —what, mistress !-Juliet !- fast,
I warrant her, she:Why, lamb!—why, lady!—fye, 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 needs must 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? What, drest! 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-vitæ, ho!—my lord! my lady!
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! La. 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
Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack
the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead,
Nurse. O lamentable day!
O woful time!
me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
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;
face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now To murder murder our solemnity?-O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child !Dead art thou, dead!—alack! my child is dead; And, with my child, my joys are buried ! 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; VOL. X.