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The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet

by William Shakespeare

ACT IV

SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the bed.

[ Enter Nurse. ]

NURSE.

Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.

Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!

Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!

What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.

Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,

The County Paris hath set up his rest

That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!

Marry and amen. 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?

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 vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!

[ Enter Lady 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.

[ Enter Capulet. ]

CAPULET.

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

NURSE.

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

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 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 and will not let me speak.

[ Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. ]

FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

CAPULET.

Ready to go, but never to return.

O son, the night before thy wedding day

Hath death lain with thy bride. 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 I thought long to see this morning's face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this?

LADY CAPULET.

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 woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day.

Most lamentable day, most woeful 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 woeful day, O woeful day.

PARIS.

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

Most detestable death, 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.

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. Alack, my child is dead,

And with my child my joys are buried.

FRIAR LAWRENCE.

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,

And in her best array bear her to church;

For though fond nature bids us all lament,

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

CAPULET.

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.

FRIAR LAWRENCE.

Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,

And go, Sir Paris, everyone 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. ]

FIRST 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.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

[ Exit Nurse. ]

Enter Peter.

PETER.

Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease,' 'Heart's ease', O, and you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Why 'Heart's ease'?

PETER.

O musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My heart is full'. O play me some merry dump to comfort me.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.

PETER.

You will not then?

FIRST MUSICIAN.

No.

PETER.

I will then give it you soundly.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

What will you give us?

PETER.

No money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Then will I give you the serving-creature.

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?

FIRST MUSICIAN.

And you re us and fa us, you note us.

SECOND MUSICIAN.

Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

PETER.

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,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound'--

Why 'silver sound'? Why 'music with her silver sound'? What say you, Simon Catling?

FIRST MUSICIAN.

Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

PETER.

Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

SECOND MUSICIAN.

I say 'silver sound' because musicians sound for silver.

PETER.

Prates too! What say you, James Soundpost?

THIRD MUSICIAN.

Faith, I know not what to say.

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 sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.'

[ Exit. ]

FIRST MUSICIAN.

What a pestilent knave is this same!

SECOND MUSICIAN.

Hang him, Jack. Come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

[ Exeunt. ]

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