I must needs wake you: Lady! lady! lady! Enter Lady CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? Nurfe. O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. What is the matter? La. Cap. O me, O me !-my child, my only life, Enter CAPULET. Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurfe. She's dead, deceas'd, the's dead; alack the day! La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead. Cap. Ha! let me fee her :-Out, alas! fhe's cold; Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff; Life and thefe lips have long been separated : Death lies on her, like an untimely froft Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. 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? O fon, the night before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there the lies, Death is my fon-in-law, death is my heir; Par. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lafting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and folace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpited, flain! By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !— O love! O life!-not life, but love in death! Cap. Defpis'd diftreffed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd !→→ Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now To murder murder our folemnity? O child! O child!—my foul, and not my child !— And, with my child, my joys are buried! Fri. Peace, ho, for fhame! confufion's cure lives not In these confufions. Heaven and yourself Had part Your part in her you could not keep from death For 'twas your heaven, the should be advanc'd: And And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Cap. All things, that we ordained feftival, Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;And go, fir Paris ;-every one prepare To follow this fair corfe unto her grave: The heavens do low'r upon you, for fome ill; Move them no more, by croffing their high will. [Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, and Friar. 1. 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 Nurse. 1. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the cafe may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Muficians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease ; O, an you will have me live, play-beart's ease. |