Alack, alack! is it not like that I

So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like Mandrakes torn out of the Earth,
That living Mortals, hearing them, run mad
Or if I walk, shall I not be distraught,
Invironed with all these hideous Fears,

And madly play with my Fore-fathers 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 defperate Brains?
O look! methinks I see my Coufin's Ghost,
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his Body
Upon his Rapier's Point: Stay, Tybalt stay!
Romeo! Romeo! Romeo ! here's drink---- I drink to thee. [Exit.

SCENE IV. A Hall.

Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse.

La. Cap. Hold,

Take these Keys and fetch more Spices, Nurse.

Nur. They call for Dates and Quinces in the Pastry.

Enter Capulet.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir,

The second Cock hath crow'd,

The Curphew Bell hath rung, 'tis three a Clock :

Look to the bak'd Meats, good Angelica.

Spare not for coft.

Nur. Go, you Cot-quean, go;

Get you to Bed; faith you'll be fick to morrow
For this Night's Watching.

Cap. No not a whit, I have watch'd e'er now

All Night for a less Cause, and ne'er been fick.

1

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a Mouse-hunt, in your time,

But I will watch you, from such watching, now.

[Exit Lady Capulet and Nurse.

Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood

Now, Fellow, what's there?

Enter three or four with Spits, and Logs, and Baskets.
Ser. Things for the Cook, Sir, but I know not what.
Cap. Make haste, make haste, Sirrah, fetch drier Logs.

Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.

F2

Ser.

Ser. I have a Head, Sir, that will find out Logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.

Cap. Mass and well faid, a merry Horson, ha! Thou shalt be Logger-head - good Faith, 'tis Day.

1

[Play Musick

The County will be here with Musick straight,
For fo he faid he would. I hear him near.
Nurse, Wife, what ho? What, Nurse, I say?

Enter Nurse.
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up,
I'll go and chat with Paris: Hie, make haste,
Make hafte, I fay.

[Exit Capulet.

SCENE draws and discovers Juliet on a Bed.

Nur. Mistress, what Mistress! Juliet ! Fast I warrant her. Why Lamb

why Lady

1

God forgive me

Fie you flug-a-bed
Why Love, I fay --- Madam, Sweet-heart--- 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 fet up his reft,
That you should rest but little
Marry and Amen How found is she asleep ?
I must needs wake her: Madam, Madam, Madam,
Ay, let the County take you in your Bed
He'll fright you up y'faith. Will it not be ?
What dreft, and in your Cloaths ---- and down again!
I must needs awake you: Lady, Lady, Lady
Alas! alas! help! help! my Lady's dead.
Oh well-a-day, that ever I was born!

Some Aqua-vita ho! my Lord, my Lady!
Enter Lady Capulet.

La. Cap. What Noise is here?
Nur. O lamentable Day!

La. Cap. What is the matter?

Nur. Look, look oh heavy Day!

La. Cap. O me, O me, my Child, my only Life!

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee :

Help, help, call help.

Enter Capulet.

Cap- For shame bring Juliet forth, her Lord is come. Nur. She's dead, Deceast, she's dead: Alack the Day.

La

La. Cap. Alack the Day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead.

Cap. Ha! Let me fee her

Out alas, fhe'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 Froft
Upon the sweetest Flower of the Field.

Nur. O lamentable 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 Lawrence, and Paris.

Fri. Come, is the Bride ready to go to Church?
Cap. 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, Deflower'd now by him:
Death is my Son-in-Law, Death is my Heir,
My Daughter he hath wedded. I will dye,
And leave him all, Life, living, all is Death's.

Par. Have I thought long to fee this Morning's Face,
And doth it give me such a fight as this?

La. Cap. Accurft, unhappy, wretched, hateful Day,
Most miferable Hour, that e'er time saw
In lasting Labour of his Pilgrimage.
Butone, poor one, one poor and loving Child,
But one thing to rejoice and folace in,
And cruel Death hath catcht it from my fight.

Nur. O wo! O woful, woful, woful Day!

Most lamentable Day ! most woful Day!
That ever, ever, I did yet behold,
ODay! O Day! O'Day! O hateful Day!
Never was seen fo black a Day as this:
O woful Day! O woful Day!

Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spighted, flain!
Most deteftable 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, martyr'd, kill'd----

Uncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now
To murther, murther our Solemnity?

O Child! O Child! my Soul, and not my Child!

F3

Dead

Dead art thou—alack my Child is dead,
And with my Child, my Joys are buried.

Fri. Peace ho for shame Confufions? Care lives not

In these Confufions. Heaven and your self
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 fought was her Promotion,
For 'twas your Heaven that she should be advanc'd;
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd
Above the Clouds, as high as Heaven it self?
O in this love, you love your Child fo 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 dyes married young.
Dry up your Tears, and stick your Rosemary
On this fair Coarse, and as the Custom is,
All in her best Array, bear her to Church:
For tho fond Nature bids all us 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 melancholly Bells;
Our wedding Chear, to a sad burial Feast;
Our folemn Hymns, to sullen Dirges change';"
Our Bridal Flowers, serve for a buried Coarse;
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 Coarse unto her Grave.
The Heavens do lowre upon you for fome ill:
Move them no more, by crossing their high Will. (Exeunt.
Mu. Faith we may put up our Pipes and be gone.
Nur. Honest good Fellows: Ah, put up, put up,

For well you know this is a pitiful Cafe.

Mu. Ay, by my Troth, the Cafe may be amended.

Enter Peter..

Pet. Musicians: Oh Musicians,

Heart's eafe, Heart's ease;

Oh, and you will have me live, play Heart's ease.

Mu

Mu. Why Heart's ease?
Pet. O Musicians,

Because my Heart it self plays, my Heart is full.
Mu. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. You will not then?

Mu. No.

Pet. I will then give it you foundly.

Mu. What will you give us?

Pet. No Mony on my Faith, but the Gleek.

I will give you the Ministrel.

Mu. Then I will 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?

Mu. And you Re us, and Fa us, you Note us. 1 Mu. Pray you put up your Dagger,

And put out your Wit.

Then have at you with my Wit.

Pet. 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

Then Musick with her Silver found

Why Silver found? Why Musick with her Silver found?

What say you, Simon Catling:

Mu. Marry, Sir, because Silver hath a sweet found.
Pet. Pratest? what say you, Hugh Rebeck?
2 Mu. I say Silver found, because Musicians found for Sil-
Pet. Pratest too? what say you, James Sound-Post? (ver.
3. Mu. Faith I know not what to say.

Pet. O I cry you mercy, you are the Singer.
I will say for you, it is Musick with her Silver found,
Because Musicians have no Gold for founding:

Then Musick with her Silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redrefs.

[Exit.

Mu. What a pestilent Knave is this fame? 2 Mu. Hang him, Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the Mourners, and stay Dinner.

[Exit.