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! O 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, And all the better is it for the maid: 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 hiin ;— 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; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [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, 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. b Dump-a tune so called. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger ou your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; a Do you note me? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :Answer me like men : When griping griefs the heart doth wound, Then music, with her silver souud; Why, silver-sound? why music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling?b 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! what say you, Hugh Rebeck ? c 2 Mus. I say silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound-post? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is-music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: Then music with her silver sound, [Exit, singing. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here: tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. a I'll RE you, I'll FA you. Re and fa are the syllables, or names, given in solmization, or sol-faing to the sounds D and F in the musical scale. b Catling- -a lute-string. Rebeck-the three-stringed violin. VOL. VII. N ACT V. SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill. Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!— Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter: get thee gone And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted Ap. Enter APOTHECARY. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer |