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Accursed time ! unfortunate old man
Nurse. Olamentable 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 2 Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: O son, the night before thy wedding-day Hath death lain with thy bride :-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 leaving, all is death's. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woel 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 ! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!

Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown —
O love O life —not life, but love in death
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyrd, kill'd!—
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder murder our solemnity ?—
O child! O child!—my soul, 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 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;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was—her promotion;
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 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 corse; 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 reason's merriment.
Cap. All things, that 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.
Fri. 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 low'r upon you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Ereunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULEr, 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.
[Erit 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 plays

—My heart is full of woe: O, play me some merry dump,' to comfort me.

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then 2

Mus. No.

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
1 Mus. What will you give us?

: Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek:" I

will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. 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 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 grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then musick, with her silver sound;

Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty What say you, Hugh Rebeck?" 2 Mus. I say—silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too !—What say you, James Soundpost 2 3 Mus. ‘Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy you are the singer: H will say for you. It is—musick with her silver sound,

° To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. 6 “And the jocund rebecks sound.” MILTON,

because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding:- w Then musick with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Erit, 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. [Ereunt.

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Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord" sits 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; (8trange 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:

Enter BALTHAs A R.

News from Verona —How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar

7 i. e. Love. WOL. x. I

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