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Romeo & Juliet

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Aubd] squ'1798. hy Edwa Hardino 98 Pall Mall

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I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead !
0, 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,

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Cap. For fame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
Nurse. She's dead, deceas’d, she's dead ; alack the day!
La. Cap. Alack the day! The'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!

Nurse. O lamentable day!
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.

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Death is my fan-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 light 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,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.

Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this :
Owoful day, O woful day!

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, lain!
Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !-
O love! O life !-not life, but love in death!

Cap. Despis'd distressed, hated, martyr'd, killid
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 i 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 fought was her promotion ; For 'twas your heaven, the thould be advanc'd :

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And weep ye now, seeing the is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself ?
0, in this love, you love your child fo ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well :
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church :
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our instruments, to melancholy bells ;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our folemn hymns to fullen dirges change ;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.

Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;-
And go, fir Paris ;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her gráve :
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

[Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS,

and Friar. 1. Muf. '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. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play-beart's ease.

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