She's not well married, that lives married long; Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. [Exe. CAPULET, Lady CAP. 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. [Exit. 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? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :* I will give you the minstrel. [9] See Hamlet. p. 15. [1] Dumps were heavy mournful tunes; possibly indeed any sort of move. ments were once so called, as we sometimes meet with a merry dump. Hence doleful dumps, deep sorrow, or grievous affliction, as in the next page, and in the less ancient ballad of Chevy Chace. It is still said of a person uncommonly sad, that he is in the dumps. RITSON. [2] The use of this cant term is no where explained; and in all probability cannot at this distance of time, be recovered. To gleek however signified to put a joke or trick upon a person, perhaps to jest according to the coarse humour of that age. RITSON. 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? i 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 music, with her silver sound; Why, silver sound? why, music 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 ?3 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Sound-post? 2 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is-music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: Then music with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress. [Exit, 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. ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,' My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : 5 My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne : [3] The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, which is mentioned by several of the old writers. STEEVENS. [4] If I may confide in those delightful visions which I have seen while asleep. MALONE. [5] The three following lines are very gay and pleasing. But why does Shakspeare give Romeo this involuntary cheer fulness just before the extremity of unhappiness? Perhaps to show the vanity of trusting to those uncertain and casual exaltations or depressions, which many consider as certain foretokens of good and evil. JOHNSON. 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; (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,) Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!— Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Rom. No matter: Get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.[Ex.BAL. Let's see for means :-0, mischief! thou art swift I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, An if a man did need a poison now, Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: Let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law : Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.- To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar JoHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar brother! ho! Enter Friar LAURENCE. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me," Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Lau. Unhappy fortune by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ; [Exit, Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III. A Churchyard; in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch,boy: Hence,and stand aloof ;Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; [6] Each friar has always a companion assigned him by the superior when he asks leave to go out; and thus, says Baretti, they are a check upon each other. STEEVENS. [7] Was not written on a trivial or idle subject. STEEVENS. |