Where bloody Tibalt, yet but green in earth, [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 hath 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. [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: [Exeunt. SCENE V. JULIET'S Chamber. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Mistress, what mistress! Juliet- -Fast, Why, lamb-why, lady,-Fie, you slug-a-bed- What, dress'd, and in your clothes-and down again! O well-a-day, that ever I was born! Ho! my lord, my lady! Enter LADY CAPULET. Lady C. What noise is here? Lady C. Oh me, my child, my only life! 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? 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 But one, poor one, one poor and loving child; Fri. Your daughter lives in peace and happiness; Turn from their office to black funeral: Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast: 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; And dismal moan, Should echo Juliet's knell. AIR. She's gone-the sweetest flow'r of May, 66 ROMEO AND JULIET. [ACT V. CHORUS. Rise, rise! &c. She's gone, she's AIR So fair a form, so pure a mind; How could'st thou, Death, at once destroy, CHORUS. Rise, rise! &c. AIR. Thou spotless soul, look down below, CHORUS. Rise, rise! &c. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Mantua. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattery of sleep, |