Environed with all these hideous fears? And madly play with my forefathers' joints? SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall. 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 bell hath rung, 't is three o'clock:- Spare not for cost. Nurse. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to bed; 'faith, you 'll be sick to-morrow Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere now All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; 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 1 Serv.]— Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 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 father, 't is day: The county will be here with music straight, [Music within. 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; JULIET on the Bed. Enter NURSE. Nurse. Mistress!—what, mistress!—Juliet !—fast, I warrant her, she :— Why, lamb!-Why, lady!—fie, you slug-a-bed!— bride! - why, What, not a word?—you take your pennyworths now; That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady! Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? La. Cap. What is the matter? Nurse. O lamentable day! 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. 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 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: 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 O son, the night before thy wedding-day 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 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 love! O life! not life, but love in death! Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!— Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now To murder, murder, our solemnity?— O child! Ó 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, Your part in her you could not keep from death ; For though some nature bids us all lament, Cap. All things that we ordained festival, 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; [Exeunt CAP., L. 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 NURSE. 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 playsMy heart is full: O play me some merry dump,b to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 't is 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: I will give you the minstrel. a Some nature-some impulses of nature-some part of our nature. Dump-a tune so called. |