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 !-fye, you slug-a-bed !— bride! sweet-heart!—why, What, not a word?-you take your pennyworths now; That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, 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! 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 come. Nur. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! La. 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; 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! La. 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. 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, all 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 In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. O day! O day ! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !- O child! O child !-my soul, and not my child!- 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; She's not well married, that lives married long ; Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Exe. CAPULET, Lady CAP. PARIS, and 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. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays,— My heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. 8 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :2 I will give you the minstrel. [9] See Hamlet, p. 15. [1] Dumps were heavy mournful tunes; possibly indeed any sort of move ments were once so called, as we sometimes meet with a merry dump. Hence doleful dumps, deep sorrow, or grievous affliction, as in the next page, and in the less ancient ballad of Chevy Chace. It is still said of a person uncommonly sad, that he is in the dumps. RITSON. [2] The use of this cant term is no where explained; and in all probability cannot at this distance of time, be recovered. To gleek however signified to put a joke or trick upon a person, perhaps to jest according to the coarse humeur of that age. RITSON. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger or your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 1 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, Then music, with her silver sound; Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty!What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?3 2 Mus. I say—silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!- What say you, James Sound-post? 2 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is-music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: Then music with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,* My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : 5 My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne : [3] The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, which is mentioned by several of the old writers. STEEVENS. [4] If I may confide in those delightful visions which I have seen while asleep. MALONE. [5] The three following lines are very gay and pleasing. But why does Shakspeare give Romeo this involuntary cheerfulness just before the extremity of unhappiness? Perhaps to show the vanity of trusting to those uncertain and casual exaltations or depressions, which many consider as certain foretokens of good and evil. JOHNSON. And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead, (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,) Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, News from Verona -How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!- Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, thus: And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.[Ex.BAL. And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted |