The Tragedy Of Romeo And Juliet

1 Enter Nurse.
2 NURSE.
3 Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she.
4 Why, lamb, why, lady, fie, you slug-abed!
5 Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!
6 What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
7 Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
8 The County Paris hath set up his rest
9 That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!
10 Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep!
11 I needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
12 Ay, let the County take you in your bed,
13 He’ll fright you up, i’faith. Will it not be?
14 What, dress’d, and in your clothes, and down again?
15 I must needs wake you. Lady! Lady! Lady!
16 Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady’s dead!
17 O, well-a-day that ever I was born.
18 Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!
19 Enter Lady Capulet.
20 LADY CAPULET.
21 What noise is here?
22 NURSE.
23 O lamentable day!
24 LADY CAPULET.
25 What is the matter?
26 NURSE.
27 Look, look! O heavy day!
28 LADY CAPULET.
29 O me, O me! My child, my only life.
30 Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.
31 Help, help! Call help.
32 Enter Capulet.
33 CAPULET.
34 For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
35 NURSE.
36 She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!
37 LADY CAPULET.
38 Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!
39 CAPULET.
40 Ha! Let me see her. Out alas! She’s cold,
41 Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff.
42 Life and these lips have long been separated.
43 Death lies on her like an untimely frost
44 Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
45 NURSE.
46 O lamentable day!
47 LADY CAPULET.
48 O woful time!
49 CAPULET.
50 Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail,
51 Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
52 Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians.
53 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
54 Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
55 CAPULET.
56 Ready to go, but never to return.
57 O son, the night before thy wedding day
58 Hath death lain with thy bride. There she lies,
59 Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
60 Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
61 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die
62 And leave him all; life, living, all is death’s.
63 PARIS.
64 Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,
65 And doth it give me such a sight as this?
66 LADY CAPULET.
67 Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day.
68 Most miserable hour that e’er time saw
69 In lasting labour of his pilgrimage.
70 But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
71 But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
72 And cruel death hath catch’d it from my sight.
73 NURSE.
74 O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day.
75 Most lamentable day, most woeful day
76 That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
77 O day, O day, O day, O hateful day.
78 Never was seen so black a day as this.
79 O woeful day, O woeful day.
80 PARIS.
81 Beguil’d, divorced, wronged, spited, slain.
82 Most detestable death, by thee beguil’d,
83 By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown.
84 O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!
85 CAPULET.
86 Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d.
87 Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now
88 To murder, murder our solemnity?
89 O child! O child! My soul, and not my child,
90 Dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead,
91 And with my child my joys are buried.
92 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
93 Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not
94 In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
95 Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all,
96 And all the better is it for the maid.
97 Your part in her you could not keep from death,
98 But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
99 The most you sought was her promotion,
100 For ’twas your heaven she should be advanc’d,
101 And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc’d
102 Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
103 O, in this love, you love your child so ill
104 That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
105 She’s not well married that lives married long,
106 But she’s best married that dies married young.
107 Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
108 On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
109 And in her best array bear her to church;
110 For though fond nature bids us all lament,
111 Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
112 CAPULET.
113 All things that we ordained festival
114 Turn from their office to black funeral:
115 Our instruments to melancholy bells,
116 Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;
117 Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
118 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
119 And all things change them to the contrary.
120 FRIAR LAWRENCE.
121 Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him,
122 And go, Sir Paris, everyone prepare
123 To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
124 The heavens do lower upon you for some ill;
125 Move them no more by crossing their high will.
126 [_Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar._]
127 FIRST MUSICIAN.
128 Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.
129 NURSE.
130 Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up,
131 For well you know this is a pitiful case.
132 FIRST MUSICIAN.
133 Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
134 [_Exit Nurse._]
135 Enter Peter.
136 PETER.
137 Musicians, O, musicians, ‘Heart’s ease,’ ‘Heart’s ease’, O, and you
138 will have me live, play ‘Heart’s ease.’
139 FIRST MUSICIAN.
140 Why ‘Heart’s ease’?
141 PETER.
142 O musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play
143 me some merry dump to comfort me.
144 FIRST MUSICIAN.
145 Not a dump we, ’tis no time to play now.
146 PETER.
147 You will not then?
148 FIRST MUSICIAN.
149 No.
150 PETER.
151 I will then give it you soundly.
152 FIRST MUSICIAN.
153 What will you give us?
154 PETER.
155 No money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.
156 FIRST MUSICIAN.
157 Then will I give you the serving-creature.
158 PETER.
159 Then will I lay the serving-creature’s dagger on your pate. I will
160 carry no crotchets. I’ll re you, I’ll fa you. Do you note me?
161 FIRST MUSICIAN.
162 And you re us and fa us, you note us.
163 SECOND MUSICIAN.
164 Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
165 PETER.
166 Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and
167 put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.
168 ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound,
169 And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
170 Then music with her silver sound’—
171 Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you,
172 Simon Catling?
173 FIRST MUSICIAN.
174 Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
175 PETER.
176 Prates. What say you, Hugh Rebeck?
177 SECOND MUSICIAN.
178 I say ‘silver sound’ because musicians sound for silver.
179 PETER.
180 Prates too! What say you, James Soundpost?
181 THIRD MUSICIAN.
182 Faith, I know not what to say.
183 PETER.
184 O, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is
185 ‘music with her silver sound’ because musicians have no gold for
186 sounding.
187 ‘Then music with her silver sound
188 With speedy help doth lend redress.’
189 [_Exit._]
190 FIRST MUSICIAN.
191 What a pestilent knave is this same!
192 SECOND MUSICIAN.
193 Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay
194 dinner.
195 [_Exeunt._]