Scene III.

Capulet.So many guests invite as here are writ.—[Exit Servant.Sirrah, go hire metwenty cunning cooks.2 Servant.You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.Capulet.How canst thou try them so?2 Servant.Marry, sir,'tis an ill cookthat cannot lick hisown fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

Capulet.So many guests invite as here are writ.—[Exit Servant.Sirrah, go hire metwenty cunning cooks.

2 Servant.You shall have none ill, sir, for I'll try if they can lick their fingers.

Capulet.How canst thou try them so?

2 Servant.Marry, sir,'tis an ill cookthat cannot lick hisown fingers; therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.

Capulet.Go, be gone.—[Exit Servant.10We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?Nurse.Ay, forsooth.Capulet.Well, he may chance to do some good on her;A peevish self-will'dharlotryit is.Nurse.See where she comes from shrift with merry look.EnterJulietCapulet.How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?Juliet.Where I havelearn'd meto repent the sinOf disobedientoppositionTo you and your behests, and am enjoin'd20By holy Laurence to fall prostrate hereAnd beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.Capulet.Send for the county; go tell him of this.I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.Juliet.I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,And gave him whatbecomedlove I might,Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.Capulet.Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,—stand up.This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county;30Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.—Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,All our whole city is much bound to him.Juliet.Nurse, will you go with me into mycloset,To help mesortsuch needful ornamentsAs you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?Lady Capulet.No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.Capulet.Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-morrow.[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.Lady Capulet.We shall beshort in our provision;'Tis now near night.Capulet.Tush, I will stir about,40And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.Go thou to Juliet, help todeck up her.I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone,I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—They are all forth. Well, I will walk myselfTo County Paris, to prepare him upAgainst to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light,Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.[Exeunt.

Capulet.Go, be gone.—[Exit Servant.

10We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.

What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence?

Nurse.Ay, forsooth.

Capulet.Well, he may chance to do some good on her;A peevish self-will'dharlotryit is.

Capulet.Well, he may chance to do some good on her;

A peevish self-will'dharlotryit is.

Nurse.See where she comes from shrift with merry look.

EnterJuliet

Capulet.How now, my headstrong! where have you been gadding?

Juliet.Where I havelearn'd meto repent the sinOf disobedientoppositionTo you and your behests, and am enjoin'd20By holy Laurence to fall prostrate hereAnd beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Juliet.Where I havelearn'd meto repent the sin

Of disobedientopposition

To you and your behests, and am enjoin'd

By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here

And beg your pardon. Pardon, I beseech you!

Henceforward I am ever rul'd by you.

Capulet.Send for the county; go tell him of this.I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Capulet.Send for the county; go tell him of this.

I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Juliet.I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,And gave him whatbecomedlove I might,Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Juliet.I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell,

And gave him whatbecomedlove I might,

Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.

Capulet.Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,—stand up.This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county;30Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.—Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,All our whole city is much bound to him.

Capulet.Why, I am glad on 't; this is well,—stand up.

This is as 't should be.—Let me see the county;

Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.—

Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar,

All our whole city is much bound to him.

Juliet.Nurse, will you go with me into mycloset,To help mesortsuch needful ornamentsAs you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

Juliet.Nurse, will you go with me into mycloset,

To help mesortsuch needful ornaments

As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow?

Lady Capulet.No, not till Thursday; there is time enough.

Capulet.Go, nurse, go with her; we'll to church to-morrow.[Exeunt Juliet and Nurse.

Lady Capulet.We shall beshort in our provision;'Tis now near night.

Lady Capulet.We shall beshort in our provision;

'Tis now near night.

Capulet.Tush, I will stir about,40And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.Go thou to Juliet, help todeck up her.I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone,I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—They are all forth. Well, I will walk myselfTo County Paris, to prepare him upAgainst to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light,Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.[Exeunt.

Capulet.Tush, I will stir about,

And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife.

Go thou to Juliet, help todeck up her.

I'll not to bed to-night; let me alone,

I'll play the housewife for this once.—What, ho!—

They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself

To County Paris, to prepare him up

Against to-morrow. My heart is wondrous light,

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd.[Exeunt.

Juliet's Chamber

EnterJulietandNurse

Juliet.Ay, those attires are best; but, gentle nurse,I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,For I have need of many orisonsTo move the heavens to smile upon my state,Which, well thou know'st, iscrossand full of sin.EnterLady CapuletLady Capulet.What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?Juliet.No, madam; we have cull'd such necessariesAs arebehovefulfor our state to-morrow.So please you, let me now be left alone,10And let the nurse this night sit up with you;For, I am sure, you have your hands full allIn this so sudden business.Lady Capulet.Good night;Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.Juliet.Farewell!—God knows when we shall meet again.I have a faint cold fearthrillsthrough my veinsThat almost freezes up the heat of life;I'll call them back again to comfort me.—Nurse!—What should she do here?My dismal scene I needs must act alone.—20Come, vial.—What if this mixture do not work at all?Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?No, no!—this shall forbid it.—Lie thou there.—[Laying down a dagger.What if it be a poison, which the friarSubtly hath minister'd to have me dead,Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'dBecause he married mebefore toRomeo?I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,For he hath still beentrieda holy man.30How if, when I am laid into the tomb,I wake before the time that RomeoCome to redeem me? there's a fearful point!Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,To whose foul mouth nohealthsomeair breathes in,And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?Or, if I live, is it not verylike,The horrible conceit of death and night,Together with the terror of the place,—As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,40Where for these many hundred years the bonesOf all my buried ancestors are pack'd;Where bloody Tybalt, yet butgreenin earth,Liesfesteringin his shroud; where, as they say,At some hours in the night spirits resort;—Alack, alack, is it not like that I,So early waking, what with loathsome smells,And shrieks likemandrakes'torn out of the earth,That living mortals hearing them run mad;—O, if I wake, shall I not bedistraught,50Environed with all these hideous fears?And madly play with my forefathers' joints?And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?—O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghostSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier's point.—Stay, Tybalt, stay!—Romeo, I come!this do I drink to thee.[She throws herself on the bed.

Juliet.Ay, those attires are best; but, gentle nurse,

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night,

For I have need of many orisons

To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

Which, well thou know'st, iscrossand full of sin.

EnterLady Capulet

Lady Capulet.What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

Juliet.No, madam; we have cull'd such necessariesAs arebehovefulfor our state to-morrow.So please you, let me now be left alone,10And let the nurse this night sit up with you;For, I am sure, you have your hands full allIn this so sudden business.

Juliet.No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries

As arebehovefulfor our state to-morrow.

So please you, let me now be left alone,

And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

For, I am sure, you have your hands full all

In this so sudden business.

Lady Capulet.Good night;Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Lady Capulet.Good night;

Get thee to bed and rest, for thou hast need.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Juliet.Farewell!—God knows when we shall meet again.I have a faint cold fearthrillsthrough my veinsThat almost freezes up the heat of life;I'll call them back again to comfort me.—Nurse!—What should she do here?My dismal scene I needs must act alone.—20Come, vial.—What if this mixture do not work at all?Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?No, no!—this shall forbid it.—Lie thou there.—[Laying down a dagger.

Juliet.Farewell!—God knows when we shall meet again.

I have a faint cold fearthrillsthrough my veins

That almost freezes up the heat of life;

I'll call them back again to comfort me.—

Nurse!—What should she do here?

My dismal scene I needs must act alone.—

Come, vial.—

What if this mixture do not work at all?

Shall I be married then to-morrow morning?

No, no!—this shall forbid it.—Lie thou there.—[Laying down a dagger.

What if it be a poison, which the friarSubtly hath minister'd to have me dead,Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'dBecause he married mebefore toRomeo?I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,For he hath still beentrieda holy man.30How if, when I am laid into the tomb,I wake before the time that RomeoCome to redeem me? there's a fearful point!Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,To whose foul mouth nohealthsomeair breathes in,And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?Or, if I live, is it not verylike,The horrible conceit of death and night,Together with the terror of the place,—As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,40Where for these many hundred years the bonesOf all my buried ancestors are pack'd;Where bloody Tybalt, yet butgreenin earth,Liesfesteringin his shroud; where, as they say,At some hours in the night spirits resort;—Alack, alack, is it not like that I,So early waking, what with loathsome smells,And shrieks likemandrakes'torn out of the earth,That living mortals hearing them run mad;—O, if I wake, shall I not bedistraught,50Environed with all these hideous fears?And madly play with my forefathers' joints?And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?—O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghostSeeking out Romeo, that did spit his bodyUpon a rapier's point.—Stay, Tybalt, stay!—Romeo, I come!this do I drink to thee.[She throws herself on the bed.

What if it be a poison, which the friar

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,

Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd

Because he married mebefore toRomeo?

I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not,

For he hath still beentrieda holy man.

How if, when I am laid into the tomb,

I wake before the time that Romeo

Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point!

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

To whose foul mouth nohealthsomeair breathes in,

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?

Or, if I live, is it not verylike,

The horrible conceit of death and night,

Together with the terror of the place,—

As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Where for these many hundred years the bones

Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

Where bloody Tybalt, yet butgreenin earth,

Liesfesteringin his shroud; where, as they say,

At some hours in the night spirits resort;—

Alack, alack, is it not like that I,

So early waking, what with loathsome smells,

And shrieks likemandrakes'torn out of the earth,

That living mortals hearing them run mad;—

O, if I wake, shall I not bedistraught,

Environed with all these hideous fears?

And madly play with my forefathers' joints?

And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone,

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?—

O, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body

Upon a rapier's point.—Stay, Tybalt, stay!—

Romeo, I come!this do I drink to thee.[She throws herself on the bed.

Hall in Capulet's House

EnterLady CapuletandNurse

Lady Capulet.Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse.Nurse.They call for dates and quinces in thepastry.EnterCapuletCapulet.Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,Thecurfew-bellhath rung, 'tis three o'clock.—Look to thebak'd meats, good Angelica;Spare not for cost.Nurse.Go, you cot-quean, go,Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrowFor this night's watching.Capulet.No, not a whit. What! I have watch' ere now10All night for lesser cause and ne'er been sick.Lady Capulet.Ay, you have been amouse-huntin your time,But I will watch you from such watching now.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.Capulet.Ajealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—Enter three or fourServingmen,with spits, logs, and basketsNow, fellow,What's there?1 Servant.Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.Capulet.Make haste, make haste.—[Exit Servant.]Sirrah, fetchdrier logs;Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.2 Servant.I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,And never trouble Peter for the matter.[Exit.Capulet.Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!21Thou shalt belogger-head.—Good faith, 'tis day;The county will be here with music straight,For so he said he would. I hear him near.—[Music within.Nurse!—Wife!—What, ho!—What, nurse, I say!Re-enterNurseGo waken Juliet, go and trim her up;I'll go and chat with Paris.—Hie, make haste,Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already;Make haste, I say.[Exeunt.

Lady Capulet.Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse.They call for dates and quinces in thepastry.

EnterCapulet

Capulet.Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,Thecurfew-bellhath rung, 'tis three o'clock.—Look to thebak'd meats, good Angelica;Spare not for cost.

Capulet.Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,

Thecurfew-bellhath rung, 'tis three o'clock.—

Look to thebak'd meats, good Angelica;

Spare not for cost.

Nurse.Go, you cot-quean, go,Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrowFor this night's watching.

Nurse.Go, you cot-quean, go,

Get you to bed; faith, you'll be sick to-morrow

For this night's watching.

Capulet.No, not a whit. What! I have watch' ere now10All night for lesser cause and ne'er been sick.

Capulet.No, not a whit. What! I have watch' ere now

All night for lesser cause and ne'er been sick.

Lady Capulet.Ay, you have been amouse-huntin your time,But I will watch you from such watching now.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Lady Capulet.Ay, you have been amouse-huntin your time,

But I will watch you from such watching now.[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Capulet.Ajealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—

Enter three or fourServingmen,with spits, logs, and baskets

Now, fellow,What's there?

Now, fellow,

What's there?

1 Servant.Things for the cook, sir, but I know not what.

Capulet.Make haste, make haste.—[Exit Servant.]Sirrah, fetchdrier logs;Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

Capulet.Make haste, make haste.—[Exit Servant.]

Sirrah, fetchdrier logs;

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.

2 Servant.I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,And never trouble Peter for the matter.[Exit.

2 Servant.I have a head, sir, that will find out logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter.[Exit.

Capulet.Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!21Thou shalt belogger-head.—Good faith, 'tis day;The county will be here with music straight,For so he said he would. I hear him near.—[Music within.

Capulet.Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!

Thou shalt belogger-head.—Good faith, 'tis day;

The county will be here with music straight,

For so he said he would. I hear him near.—[Music within.

Nurse!—Wife!—What, ho!—What, nurse, I say!

Re-enterNurse

Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;I'll go and chat with Paris.—Hie, make haste,Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already;Make haste, I say.[Exeunt.

Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;

I'll go and chat with Paris.—Hie, make haste,

Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already;

Make haste, I say.[Exeunt.

Juliet's Chamber

EnterNurse

Nurse.Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.—Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!Why, love, I say! madam!sweet-heart! why, bride!What, not a word?—How sound is she asleep!I needs must wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!Ay, let the county take you in your bed;He'll fright you up, i' faith.—Will it not be?[Undraws the curtains.What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady!—10Alas, alas!—Help, help! my lady's dead!—O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!—Some aqua vitæ, ho!—My lord! my lady!EnterLady CapuletLady Capulet.What noise is here?Nurse.O lamentable day!Lady Capulet.What is the matter?Nurse.Look, look! O heavy day!Lady Capulet.O me, O me! My child, my only life,Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—Help, help! Call help.EnterCapuletCapulet.For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.Nurse.She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!20Lady Capulet.Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!Capulet.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 frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.Nurse.O lamentable day!Lady Capulet.O woful time!Capulet.Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,Ties up my tongue andwill not let me speak.EnterFriar LaurenceandPariswithMusiciansFriar Laurence.Come, is the bride ready to go to church?30Capulet.Ready to go, but never to return.—O son! the night before thy wedding-dayHath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies,Flower as she was, deflowered by him.Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,And leave him all;life, living, all is Death's.Paris.Have Ithoughtlong to see this morning's face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?Lady Capulet.Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!40Most miserable hour that e'er time sawIn lastinglabourof his pilgrimage!But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,But one thing to rejoice and solace in,And cruel death hathcatch'dit 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!50O woful day, O woful day!Paris.Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!MostdetestableDeath, by thee beguil'd,By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!O love! O life! not life, but love in death!Capulet.Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!Uncomfortabletime, why cam'st thou nowTo murther, murther our solemnity?—O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;60And with my child my joys areburied.Friar Laurence.Peace, ho, for shame!confusion'scure lives notIn these confusions. Heaven and yourselfHad 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 keepshispart in eternal life.The most you sought was herpromotion,For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd;And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd70Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?O, in this love you love your child so illThat you run mad seeing that she iswell;She's not well married that lives married long,But she's best married that dies married young.Dry up your tears, and stick yourrosemaryOn this fair corse, and,as the custom is,In all her best array bear her to church;For thoughfondnature bids us all lament,Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.80Capulet.All thingsthat we ordained festivalTurn from their office to black funeral:Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,And all things change them to the contrary.Friar Laurence.Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him;—And go, Sir Paris;—every one prepareTo follow this fair corse unto her grave.90The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;Move them no more by crossing their high will.[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.1 Musician.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.1 Musician.Ay, by my troth, thecasemay be amended.EnterPeterPeter.Musicians, O musicians, 'Heart's ease,Heart's ease'; O, an you will have me live, play'Heart's ease.'1 Musician.Why'Heart's ease'?100Peter.O, musicians, because my heart itself plays'My heart is full of woe.'O, play me some merrydump, to comfort me.1 Musician.Not a dump we; 'tis no time toplay now.Peter.You will not, then?1 Musician.No.Peter.I will then give it you soundly.1 Musician.What will you give us?Peter.No money, on my faith, but thegleek; I will give you the110minstrel.1 Musician.Then will I give you theserving-creature.Peter.Then will I lay the serving-creature'sdagger on your pate.I will carry no crotchets; I'llre you, I'll fa you; do you note me?1 Musician.An you re us and fa us, you noteus.2 Musician.Pray you, put up your dagger, andput out your wit.120Peter.Then have at you with my wit! I willdrybeatyou with an iron wit, and put up my irondagger. Answer me like men:'When griping griefthe heart doth wound,And doleful dumps the mind oppress,Then music with her silver sound'—why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silversound'?—What say you, SimonCatling?1 Musician.Marry, sir, because silver hath asweet sound.130Peter.Pretty!—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?2 Musician.I say 'silver sound,' because musicianssound for silver.Peter.Prettytoo!—What say you, James Soundpost?3 Musician.Faith, I know not what to say.Peter.O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer; Iwill say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'because musicians have no gold for sounding.'Then music with her silver soundWith speedy help doth lend redress.'[Exit.1411 Musician.What apestilentknave is this same!2 Musician.Hang him,Jack!—Come, we'll inhere, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.[Exeunt.

Nurse.Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.—

Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!

Why, love, I say! madam!sweet-heart! why, bride!

What, not a word?—How sound is she asleep!

I needs must wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!

Ay, let the county take you in your bed;

He'll fright you up, i' faith.—Will it not be?[Undraws the curtains.

What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!I must needs wake you. Lady! lady! lady!—10Alas, alas!—Help, help! my lady's dead!—O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!—Some aqua vitæ, ho!—My lord! my lady!

What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!

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!

EnterLady Capulet

Lady Capulet.What noise is here?

Nurse.O lamentable day!

Lady Capulet.What is the matter?

Nurse.Look, look! O heavy day!

Lady Capulet.O me, O me! My child, my only life,Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—Help, help! Call help.

Lady Capulet.O me, O me! My child, my only life,

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!—

Help, help! Call help.

EnterCapulet

Capulet.For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

Nurse.She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!

20Lady Capulet.Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

Lady Capulet.Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

Capulet.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 frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.

Capulet.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.

Nurse.O lamentable day!

Lady Capulet.O woful time!

Capulet.Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,Ties up my tongue andwill not let me speak.

Capulet.Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,

Ties up my tongue andwill not let me speak.

EnterFriar LaurenceandPariswithMusicians

Friar Laurence.Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

30Capulet.Ready to go, but never to return.—O son! the night before thy wedding-dayHath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies,Flower as she was, deflowered by him.Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,And leave him all;life, living, all is Death's.

Capulet.Ready to go, but never to return.—

O son! the night before thy wedding-day

Hath Death lain with thy wife. See, there she lies,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;

My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,

And leave him all;life, living, all is Death's.

Paris.Have Ithoughtlong to see this morning's face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Paris.Have Ithoughtlong to see this morning's face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?

Lady Capulet.Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!40Most miserable hour that e'er time sawIn lastinglabourof his pilgrimage!But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,But one thing to rejoice and solace in,And cruel death hathcatch'dit from my sight!

Lady Capulet.Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!

Most miserable hour that e'er time saw

In lastinglabourof his pilgrimage!

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,

But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

And cruel death hathcatch'dit 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!50O woful day, O woful day!

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!

O woful day, O woful day!

Paris.Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!MostdetestableDeath, by thee beguil'd,By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

Paris.Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!

MostdetestableDeath, by thee beguil'd,

By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!

O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

Capulet.Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!Uncomfortabletime, why cam'st thou nowTo murther, murther our solemnity?—O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;60And with my child my joys areburied.

Capulet.Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!

Uncomfortabletime, why cam'st thou now

To murther, murther our solemnity?—

O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!

Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;

And with my child my joys areburied.

Friar Laurence.Peace, ho, for shame!confusion'scure lives notIn these confusions. Heaven and yourselfHad 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 keepshispart in eternal life.The most you sought was herpromotion,For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd;And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd70Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?O, in this love you love your child so illThat you run mad seeing that she iswell;She's not well married that lives married long,But she's best married that dies married young.Dry up your tears, and stick yourrosemaryOn this fair corse, and,as the custom is,In all her best array bear her to church;For thoughfondnature bids us all lament,Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Friar Laurence.Peace, ho, for shame!confusion'scure 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 keepshispart in eternal life.

The most you sought was herpromotion,

For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd;

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 so ill

That you run mad seeing that she iswell;

She's not well married that lives married long,

But she's best married that dies married young.

Dry up your tears, and stick yourrosemary

On this fair corse, and,as the custom is,

In all her best array bear her to church;

For thoughfondnature bids us all lament,

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

80Capulet.All thingsthat we ordained festivalTurn from their office to black funeral:Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,And all things change them to the contrary.

Capulet.All thingsthat we ordained festival

Turn from their office to black funeral:

Our instruments to melancholy bells,

Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,

Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,

Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,

And all things change them to the contrary.

Friar Laurence.Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him;—And go, Sir Paris;—every one prepareTo follow this fair corse unto her grave.90The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;Move them no more by crossing their high will.[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.

Friar Laurence.Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him;—

And go, Sir Paris;—every one prepare

To follow this fair corse unto her grave.

The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;

Move them no more by crossing their high will.

[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.

1 Musician.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.Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;

For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[Exit.

1 Musician.Ay, by my troth, thecasemay be amended.

EnterPeter

Peter.Musicians, O musicians, 'Heart's ease,Heart's ease'; O, an you will have me live, play'Heart's ease.'

Peter.Musicians, O musicians, 'Heart's ease,

Heart's ease'; O, an you will have me live, play

'Heart's ease.'

1 Musician.Why'Heart's ease'?

100Peter.O, musicians, because my heart itself plays'My heart is full of woe.'O, play me some merrydump, to comfort me.

Peter.O, musicians, because my heart itself plays

'My heart is full of woe.'O, play me some merry

dump, to comfort me.

1 Musician.Not a dump we; 'tis no time toplay now.

1 Musician.Not a dump we; 'tis no time to

play now.

Peter.You will not, then?

1 Musician.No.

Peter.I will then give it you soundly.

1 Musician.What will you give us?

Peter.No money, on my faith, but thegleek; I will give you the110minstrel.

Peter.No money, on my faith, but thegleek; I will give you the

minstrel.

1 Musician.Then will I give you theserving-creature.

1 Musician.Then will I give you the

serving-creature.

Peter.Then will I lay the serving-creature'sdagger on your pate.I will carry no crotchets; I'llre you, I'll fa you; do you note me?

Peter.Then will I lay the serving-creature's

dagger on your pate.I will carry no crotchets; I'll

re you, I'll fa you; do you note me?

1 Musician.An you re us and fa us, you noteus.

1 Musician.An you re us and fa us, you note

us.

2 Musician.Pray you, put up your dagger, andput out your wit.

2 Musician.Pray you, put up your dagger, and

put out your wit.

120Peter.Then have at you with my wit! I willdrybeatyou with an iron wit, and put up my irondagger. Answer me like men:'When griping griefthe heart doth wound,And doleful dumps the mind oppress,Then music with her silver sound'—

Peter.Then have at you with my wit! I will

drybeatyou with an iron wit, and put up my iron

dagger. Answer me like men:

'When griping griefthe heart doth wound,

And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

Then music with her silver sound'—

why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silversound'?—What say you, SimonCatling?

why 'silver sound'? why 'music with her silver

sound'?—What say you, SimonCatling?

1 Musician.Marry, sir, because silver hath asweet sound.

1 Musician.Marry, sir, because silver hath a

sweet sound.

130Peter.Pretty!—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

Peter.Pretty!—What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

2 Musician.I say 'silver sound,' because musicianssound for silver.

2 Musician.I say 'silver sound,' because musicians

sound for silver.

Peter.Prettytoo!—What say you, James Soundpost?

3 Musician.Faith, I know not what to say.

Peter.O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer; Iwill say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'because musicians have no gold for sounding.

Peter.O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer; I

will say for you. It is 'music with her silver sound,'

because musicians have no gold for sounding.

'Then music with her silver soundWith speedy help doth lend redress.'[Exit.

'Then music with her silver sound

With speedy help doth lend redress.'[Exit.

1411 Musician.What apestilentknave is this same!

1 Musician.What apestilentknave is this same!

2 Musician.Hang him,Jack!—Come, we'll inhere, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.[Exeunt.

2 Musician.Hang him,Jack!—Come, we'll in

here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.[Exeunt.

Tomb of the Scaligers, Verona

Mantua. A Street

EnterRomeo

Romeo.If I may trustthe flattering truthof sleepMy dreams presage some joyful news at hand.My bosom's lordsits lightly in his throne,And all this day an unaccustom'd spiritLifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—And breath'd such life with kisses in my lipsThat I reviv'd and was an emperor.10Ah me!how sweet is love itself possess'd,When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!—EnterBalthasarNews from Verona!—How now, Balthasar!Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?How doth my lady? Is my father well?How fares my Juliet? that I ask again,For nothing can be ill if she be well.Balthasar.Thenshe is well, and nothing can be ill;Her body sleeps inCapel'smonumentAnd her immortal part with angels lives.20I saw her laid low in her kindred's vaultAndpresentlytook post to tell it you.O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,Since you did leave it for my office, sir.Romeo.Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—Thou know'st my lodging; get me ink and paper,And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night.Balthasar.I do beseech you, sir,havepatience;Your looks are pale and wild, and do importSomemisadventure.Romeo.Tush, thou art deceiv'd;30Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do.Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?Balthasar.No, my good lord.Romeo.No matter; get thee goneAnd hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight.—[Exit Balthasar.Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.Let's see for means.—O mischief, thou art swiftTo enterinthe thoughts of desperate men!I do rememberan apothecary,—And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I notedIn tatter'd weeds, withoverwhelmingbrows,40Culling ofsimples. Meagre were his looks,Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,An alligator stuff'd, and other skinsOf ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelvesA beggarly accountof empty boxes,Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.Noting this penury, to myself I said,50An if a man did need a poison now,Whose sale ispresentdeath in Mantua,Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.O, this same thought did but forerun my need,And this same needy man must sell it me!As I remember, this should be the house.Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.—What, ho! apothecary!EnterApothecaryApothecary.Who calls so loud?Romeo.Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have60A dram of poison, suchsoon-speeding gearAs will disperse itself through all the veinsThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breathAs violentlyas hasty powder fir'dDoth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.Apothecary.Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's lawIs death toany hethat utters them.Romeo.Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,70Need and oppressionstarvethin thine eyes,Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;The world affords no law to make thee rich;Then be not poor, but break it and take this.Apothecary.My poverty, but not my will, consents.Romeo.I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.Apothecary.Put this in any liquid thing you will,And drink it off; and, if you had the strengthOf twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.80Romeo.There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murthers in this loathsome worldThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—Come, cordial and not poison, go with meTo Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.[Exeunt.

Romeo.If I may trustthe flattering truthof sleep

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.

My bosom's lordsits lightly in his throne,

And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!—

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips

That I reviv'd and was an emperor.

Ah me!how sweet is love itself possess'd,

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!—

EnterBalthasar

News from Verona!—How now, Balthasar!Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?How doth my lady? Is my father well?How fares my Juliet? that I ask again,For nothing can be ill if she be well.

News from Verona!—How now, Balthasar!

Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

How doth my lady? Is my father well?

How fares my Juliet? that I ask again,

For nothing can be ill if she be well.

Balthasar.Thenshe is well, and nothing can be ill;Her body sleeps inCapel'smonumentAnd her immortal part with angels lives.20I saw her laid low in her kindred's vaultAndpresentlytook post to tell it you.O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Balthasar.Thenshe is well, and nothing can be ill;

Her body sleeps inCapel'smonument

And her immortal part with angels lives.

I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault

Andpresentlytook post to tell it you.

O, pardon me for bringing these ill news,

Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Romeo.Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—Thou know'st my lodging; get me ink and paper,And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night.

Romeo.Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—

Thou know'st my lodging; get me ink and paper,

And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night.

Balthasar.I do beseech you, sir,havepatience;Your looks are pale and wild, and do importSomemisadventure.

Balthasar.I do beseech you, sir,havepatience;

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Somemisadventure.

Romeo.Tush, thou art deceiv'd;30Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do.Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Romeo.Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

Leave me and do the thing I bid thee do.

Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Balthasar.No, my good lord.

Romeo.No matter; get thee goneAnd hire those horses. I'll be with thee straight.—[Exit Balthasar.

Romeo.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.Let's see for means.—O mischief, thou art swiftTo enterinthe thoughts of desperate men!I do rememberan apothecary,—And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I notedIn tatter'd weeds, withoverwhelmingbrows,40Culling ofsimples. Meagre were his looks,Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,An alligator stuff'd, and other skinsOf ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelvesA beggarly accountof empty boxes,Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.Noting this penury, to myself I said,50An if a man did need a poison now,Whose sale ispresentdeath in Mantua,Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.O, this same thought did but forerun my need,And this same needy man must sell it me!As I remember, this should be the house.Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.—What, ho! apothecary!

Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

Let's see for means.—O mischief, thou art swift

To enterinthe thoughts of desperate men!

I do rememberan apothecary,—

And hereabouts he dwells,—which late I noted

In tatter'd weeds, withoverwhelmingbrows,

Culling ofsimples. Meagre were his looks,

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

A beggarly accountof empty boxes,

Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds,

Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses,

Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Noting this penury, to myself I said,

An if a man did need a poison now,

Whose sale ispresentdeath in Mantua,

Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.

O, this same thought did but forerun my need,

And this same needy man must sell it me!

As I remember, this should be the house.

Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.—

What, ho! apothecary!

EnterApothecary

Apothecary.Who calls so loud?

Romeo.Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have60A dram of poison, suchsoon-speeding gearAs will disperse itself through all the veinsThat the life-weary taker may fall dead,And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breathAs violentlyas hasty powder fir'dDoth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Romeo.Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor.

Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have

A dram of poison, suchsoon-speeding gear

As will disperse itself through all the veins

That the life-weary taker may fall dead,

And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath

As violentlyas hasty powder fir'd

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Apothecary.Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's lawIs death toany hethat utters them.

Apothecary.Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law

Is death toany hethat utters them.

Romeo.Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,70Need and oppressionstarvethin thine eyes,Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;The world affords no law to make thee rich;Then be not poor, but break it and take this.

Romeo.Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,

And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

Need and oppressionstarvethin thine eyes,

Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;

The world affords no law to make thee rich;

Then be not poor, but break it and take this.

Apothecary.My poverty, but not my will, consents.

Romeo.I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Apothecary.Put this in any liquid thing you will,And drink it off; and, if you had the strengthOf twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

Apothecary.Put this in any liquid thing you will,

And drink it off; and, if you had the strength

Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.

80Romeo.There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,Doing more murthers in this loathsome worldThan these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—Come, cordial and not poison, go with meTo Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.[Exeunt.

Romeo.There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,

Doing more murthers in this loathsome world

Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—

Come, cordial and not poison, go with me

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.[Exeunt.

Friar Laurence's Cell

EnterFriar John

Friar John.Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!EnterFriar LaurenceFriar Laurence.This same should be the voice of Friar John.—Welcome from Mantua; what says Romeo?Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.Friar John.Going to finda barefoot brotherout,One of our order, toassociate me,Here in this city visiting the sick,And finding him, the searchers of the town,Suspecting that we both were ina house10Where the infectious pestilence did reign,Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth,So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.Friar Laurence.Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?Friar John.I could not send it,—here it is again,—Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearful were they ofinfection.Friar Laurence.Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,The letter was notnice, but full of chargeOfdearimport, and the neglecting it20Maydo much danger. Friar John, go hence;Get me an iron crow and bring it straightUnto my cell.Friar John.Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.[Exit.Friar Laurence.Now must I to the monument alone;Withinthis three hourswill fair Juliet wake.She willbeshrewme much that RomeoHath had no notice of these accidents;But I will write again to Mantua,And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb![Exit.

Friar John.Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

EnterFriar Laurence

Friar Laurence.This same should be the voice of Friar John.—Welcome from Mantua; what says Romeo?Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Friar Laurence.This same should be the voice of Friar John.—

Welcome from Mantua; what says Romeo?

Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Friar John.Going to finda barefoot brotherout,One of our order, toassociate me,Here in this city visiting the sick,And finding him, the searchers of the town,Suspecting that we both were ina house10Where the infectious pestilence did reign,Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth,So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

Friar John.Going to finda barefoot brotherout,

One of our order, toassociate me,

Here in this city visiting the sick,

And finding him, the searchers of the town,

Suspecting that we both were ina house

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

Seal'd up the doors and would not let us forth,

So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

Friar Laurence.Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?

Friar John.I could not send it,—here it is again,—Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,So fearful were they ofinfection.

Friar John.I could not send it,—here it is again,—

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

So fearful were they ofinfection.

Friar Laurence.Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,The letter was notnice, but full of chargeOfdearimport, and the neglecting it20Maydo much danger. Friar John, go hence;Get me an iron crow and bring it straightUnto my cell.

Friar Laurence.Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,

The letter was notnice, but full of charge

Ofdearimport, and the neglecting it

Maydo much danger. Friar John, go hence;

Get me an iron crow and bring it straight

Unto my cell.

Friar John.Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.[Exit.

Friar Laurence.Now must I to the monument alone;Withinthis three hourswill fair Juliet wake.She willbeshrewme much that RomeoHath had no notice of these accidents;But I will write again to Mantua,And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb![Exit.

Friar Laurence.Now must I to the monument alone;

Withinthis three hourswill fair Juliet wake.

She willbeshrewme much that Romeo

Hath had no notice of these accidents;

But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come.

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb![Exit.

A Churchyard; in it a Tomb belonging to the Capulets

EnterParis,and hisPagebearing flowers and a torch

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