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Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Nurse, Go, go, you cotquean, go;
Cap. No, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere now All night for a less cause, and ne'er been fick.
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from such watching, now.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hoodNow, 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 hafte, make hafte, firrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are.
Ser. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter.
Cap. Mass and well said, a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head -good faith, 'cis day. The County will be here with musick straight, For so he said he would. I hear him near. [Play Musick. Nursewife! what, ho! what, nurse, I say?
Juliet on a bed, Enter Nurse.
, mistress ! Juliet—Fast, I war
Enter Lady Capulet.
La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life!
Cap. Ha! let me see her-Out alas, she's cold,
Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Musicians.
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a light as this?
La. Cap. Accurit, unhappy, wretched, hateful day,
Nurse. Oh woe! oh woful, woful, woful day!
Fri. On peace for shame your daughter lives in peace
6 hath all,
In all her best and sumptuous ornaments
Cap. All things that we ordained fettival,
Manent Musicians and Nurse. Muf. '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 Nurse. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the case
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. Oh musicians, because my heart it self plays my heart is full of woe. Oplay me some merry dump, to comfort me!
Muf. Not a dump we, 'ris no time to play now.
Pet. No mony, on my faith ; I'll re you, I'll fa you, do
you note me? Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your
Pet. Then thave at you with my wit, answer ine like men: When griping ?'grief the beart doth wound, Iben musick with ber silver found
Why 7 griefs
Why silver found? why musick with her silver found ?
Muf. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet found.
Pet. O I cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will say for you. It is musick with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have no gold for founding.
(Exit. Muf. What a pestilent knave is this fame?
2 Muf. Hang him, Jack ! come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner,
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