8 Alas, alas! is it not like, that I So early waking, what with loathfom smells, [She throws herself on the bed. La. Cap. H OLD, take these keys and fetch more fpices, nurse. Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the second cock hatlı crow'd, The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: 8 is it not like, that I.] This fpeech is confufed and inconfequential, according to the diforder of Juliet's mind. 9 The curfeu bell-] I know not that the morning bell is called the curfeu in any other place. Nurfe. Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go. Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to morrow, For this night's watching. Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'd ere now All night for a less cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time, But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. Enter three or four with spits, and logs, and baskets. Serv. Things for the cook, Sir, but I know not what. Cap. Make hafte, make hafte. Sirrah, fetch drier logs, Call Peter, he will fhew thee where they are. Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. 'Mafs, and well faid, a merry whorefon, ha! Good faith, 'tis day. The County will be here with mufick ftraight, Thou fhalt be logger-head. [Play mufick. 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 hafte, [Exeunt Capulet and Nurse, feverally. SCENE V. Changes to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed. Re-enter Nurfe. Nurse, M Iftrefs, what, miftress ? Juliet—Fast, I warrant her. Why, lamb-why, Lady-Fy, you flug-a-bed- Bride What, not a word!-You take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, That you fhall reft but little-God forgive me- Enter Lady Capulet. La. Cap. What noife is here? Nurfe. O lamentable day! La. Cap. What's the matter? Nurfe. Look,- oh heavy day! La. Cap. Oh me, oh me, my child, my only life! Revive, look up, or L will die with thee; Help, help! call help. Enter Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth. Her Lord is come. Nurfe. She's dead, deceas'd, the's dead. Alack the day! Cap. Ha! let me fee her. Out, alas! fhe's cold; Her blood is fettled, and her joints are stiff; Life and thefe lips have long been feparated; Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flow'r of all the field. Accurfed time! unfortunate old man! Nurfe. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woeful Time! Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my Tongue, and will not let me fpeak. Enter Friar Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? O fon, the night before thy 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. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that Time e'er faw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight. H 4 Nurfe. Nurfe. O woe! oh woful, woful, woful, day! Moft lamentable day! moft woful day! That ever, ever, I did yet behold. Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day! Oh woful day, oh 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! O Child! O Child! My Soul, and not my Child! Fri. Peace, ho, for Shame! Confufion's Cure lives not In these Confufions: Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair Maid; now Heav'n hath all; Your part in her you could not keep from Death; 7 |