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

Nurfe.

O lamentable day!

Look, look! O heavy day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.

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 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.
Accurfed time! unfortunate old man!
Nurfe. 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 fon, the night before thy wedding day

Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there the lies,
Flower as the was, deflowered by him.

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Death is my fon-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 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.
Nurfe. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Moft lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was feen fo black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpited, flain!
Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,

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 !—
Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead

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
in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:

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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 should be advanc'd:

And

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, 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 corfe; 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 reafon's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordained feftival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our inftruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a fad burial feast;
Our folemn hymns to fullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers ferve for a buried corfe,
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 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.

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