SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap.HOld, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurfe. Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three a-clock : Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica. Spare not for cost. Nurfe, Go, go, you cotquean, go; Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be fick to-morrow Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood Now, fellow, what's there? Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and baskets. Ser. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make haste, firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. Ser. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. Mafs and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head- -good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight, For fo he faid he would. I hear him near. [Play Mufick. Nurfe!wife!what, ho! what, nurfe, I fay? Enter Enter Nurse. Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up, I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make hafte, Juliet on a bed, Enter Nurfe. Nurfe. MIftrefs! what, mistress! Juliet-Fast, I war rant her; Why, lamb-why, Lady- Fie, you flug-a-bed- That you shall reft but little-God forgive me I must needs wake her: Madam, madam, madam! He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be? La. Cap. What noife is here? Nurfe. O lamentable day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Nurfe. Look,oh heavy dây! La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee: Help, help! call help. Enter Enter Capulet. Cap. For fhame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians. O fon, the night before the wedding-day Death is my fon-in-law. Par. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this? La. Cap. Accurft, unhappy, wretched, hateful day, Most miferable hour, that Time e'er faw In lafting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catcht it from my fight. Nurfe. Oh woe! oh woful, woful, woful day! Most lamentable day! moft woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day! Never was feen fo black a day as this: O woful day! oh woful day! Fri. Oh peace for fhame-your daughter lives in peace And happiness, and it is vain to wish It otherwife. Heav'n and 6 In this fair maid, now heaven 'hath her all-` 6 hath all, In In all her beft and fumptuous ornaments [Exeunt. VI. Manent Musicians and Nurse. Muf. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. Nurfe. Honeft good fellows: ah, put up, put up, For well you know this is a pitiful cafe. (Exit Nurfe. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the cafe may be amended. Enter Peter. Pet. Muficians, oh musicians, heart's ease, heart's ease: oh, an you will have me live, play heart's eafe. Muf. Why heart's eafe? Pet. Oh musicians, because my heart it felf plays my heart is full of woe. O play me fome merry dump, to comfort me! Muf. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now. Muf. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Muf. What will you give us? Pet. No mony, on my faith; I'll re you, I'll fa you, do you note me? Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. [wit. 2 Muf. Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your Pet. Then have at you with my wit, anfwer ine like men: When griping 'grief the heart doth wound, 7 Then mufick with her filver found 7 griefs Why Why filver found? why mufick with her filver found? Muf. Marry, Sir, because filver hath a sweet found. [filver. 2 Muf. I lay filver found, becaufe muficians found for Pet. Pretty too! what fay you, Samuel Sound-board? 3 Muf. 'Faith, I know not what to fay. Pet. OI cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will fay for you. It is mufick with her filver found, because fuch [Exit. fellows as you have no gold for founding. Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame? 2 Muf. Hang him, Jack! come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and ftay dinner, [Exeunt. I ACT V. SCENE I MANTU A. Enter Romeo. F I may truft the flattery of fleep, My dreams prefage fome joyful news at hand: And all this day, an unaccuftom'd fpirit Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts. (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think) News from Verona Enter Balthafar. Doft thou not bring me letters from the Friar? How now, Balthafar? How How doth my Lady? is my father well? |