Cap. Ha! let me see her ---- Out alas, fhe's cold, Upon the sweetest flower of the field. Accurfed time! unfortunate old man! Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians. O fon, the night before the wedding-day Par. Have I thought long to fee this morning's face, And doth it give me fuch a fight as this? La. Cap. Accurft, unhappy, wretched, hateful day, Most miserable hour, that Time e'er faw In lafting labour of his pilgrimage. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and folace in, And cruel death hath catcht it from my fight. Nurfe. Oh woe! oh woful, woful, woful day!† Most lamentable day! most woful day! That ever, ever, I did yet behold, Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day! Oh woful day! oh woful day! Fri. Oh peace for fhame Your daughter lives in peace and happiness, Heav'n and your felf had part in this fair maid, This fpeech of exclamations is not in the edition above cited. unneceffary or tautology, are not to be found in the faid edition; variation in this from the common books. Come Several other parts, which occafions the ་ Come stick your rosemary on this fair corpse, SCENE VI. Manent Musicians. Muf. Faith we may put up our pipes and be gone. For well you know this is a pitiful case. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter Peter. [Exeunt. Pet. Musicians, oh musicians, heart's ease, heart's ease: oh, an you will have me live, play heart's ease. Muf. Why heart's ease? Pet. O musicians, because my heart it self plays, my heart is full of woe. O play me some merry dump, to comfort me! Muf. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Muf. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Muf. What will you give us? Pet. No mony on my faith, I'll re you, I'll fa you, do you note me? Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us, 2 Muf. 2 Muf. Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit, answer me like men: When griping griefs the heart doth wound, Then mufick with her filver found--- Why filver found? why mufick with her filver found! - Muf. Marry, Sir, because filver hath a sweet found. 2 Muf. I fay filver found, because musicians found for filver. Pet. Pretty too! what lay you Samuel Sound-board? 3 Muf. Faith I know not what to say. Pet. you. I cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will say for It is mufick with her filver found, because fuch fellows as you have no gold for founding. Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame? [Exit. 2 Muf. Hang him, Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. 8 prateft. HOTOIO 1 prateft too. ACT ACT V, SCENE I MANTUA, Enter Romeo. a F I may truft the flattery of fleep, My dreams presage fome joyful news at hand: Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts. Enter Romeo's Man. News from Verona ----How now Balthazar ? Man. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill, a flattring truth of fleep. Rom. band all this winged, unaccustom'd. Rom. Is it even fo? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'ft my lodging, get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses. I will hence to-night. Man. Pardon me Sir, I dare not leave you thus. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tufh, thou art deceiv'd, Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hire those horfes, I'll be with thee straight. And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, And in his needy fhop a tortoise hung, An alligator ftuft, and other skins A beggarly account of empty boxes; Green earthen pots, bladders, and mufty feeds, [Exit Man. As |