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Accursed time ! unfortunate old man
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,
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
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
Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
: 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,
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.
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
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
Enter BALTHAs A R.
News from Verona —How now, Balthasar?
7 i. e. Love. WOL. x. I