Alack, alack! is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathfome fmells, SCENE IV. A Hall. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, Take these Keys and fetch more Spices, Nurfe. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, The fecond Cock hath crow'd, The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a Clock : Nur. Go, you Cot-quean, go; Get you to Bed; faith you'll be fick to morrow Cap. No not a whit, I have watch'd e'er now La. Cap. Ay, you have been a Moufe-hunt, in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood Now, Fellow, what's there? Enter three or four with Spits, and Logs, and Baskets. Ser. Things for the Cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make haste, Sirrah, fetch drier Logs. Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. Ser. I have a Head, Sir, that will find out Logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. Mafs and well faid, a merry Horfon, ha! Thou shalt be Logger-head good Faith, 'tis Day. [Play Mufick The County will be here with Mufick ftraight, Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up, [Exit Capulet. SCENE draws and difcovers Juliet on a Bed. Nur. Mistress, what Miftrefs! Juliet ! - Faft I war rant her. why Lady Why Lamb That you fhould reft but little -God forgive me Some Aqua-vita ho! my Lord, my Lady! La. Cap. What Noife is here? Nur. O lamentable Day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Nur. Look, look oh 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 fhame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. Nur. She's dead, Deceaft, fhe's dead: Alack the Day. La. La. Cap. Alack the Day, fhe's dead, fhe's dead, fhe's dead. Life and thefe Lips have long been separated: La. Cap. O woful time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church? Par. Have I thought long to fee this Morning's Face, La. Cap. Accurft, 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, And cruel Death hath catcht it from my fight. Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpighted, flain! By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown- O Child! O Child! my Soul, and not my Child! F 3 Dead Dead art thoualack my Child is dead, And with my Child, my Joys are buried. Fri. Peace ho for fhame-Confufions? Care lives not In these Confufions. Heaven and your felf 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, Fri. Sir, go you in, and Madam, go with him, To follow this fair Coarfe unto her Grave. Move them no more, by croffing their high Will. [Exeunt. For well you know this is a pitiful Cafe. Mu. Ay, by my Troth, the Cafe may be amended, Enter Peter. Pet. Muficians: Oh Muficians, Heart's eafe, Heart's ease; Oh, and you will have me liye, play Heart's eafe. Ma Mu. Why Heart's ease? Pet. O Muficians, Because my Heart it felf plays, my Heart is full. Mu. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Pet. No Mony on my Faith, but the Gleek. Mu. Then I will give you the Serving Creature. do Pet. Then will I lay the ferving Creature's Dagger on your Pate. I will carry no Crotchets, I'll Re you, I'll Fa you, you Note me? Mu. And you Re us, and Fa us, you Note us. 1 Mu. Pray you put up your Dagger, And put out your Wit. Then have at you with my Wit. Pet. I will dry-beat you with an Iron Wit, And put up my Iron Dagger. Anfwer me like Men: When griping Griefs the Heart doth wound Then Mufick with her Silver found Why Silver found? Why Mufick with her Silver found? Mu. Marry, Sir, because Silver hath a sweet found. 2 Mu. I fay Silver found, because Musicians found for SilPet. Prateft too? what fay you, James Sound-Poft? (ver. 3 Mu. Faith I know not what to say. Pet. I cry you mercy, you are the Singer. I will fay for you, it is Mufick with her Silver found, Then Mufick with her Silver found, with fpeedy help doth lend redrefs. Mu. What a peftilent Knave is this fame? [Exit. 2 Mu. Hang him, Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the Mourners, and ftay Dinner. [Exit. |