Cap. Stay, let me fee, all pale and wan. Accurfed time, vnfortunate olde man. Enter Fryer and Paris. Par. What is the bride ready to goe to church? Death is my fonne in law, to him I giue all that I haue. Accurft, vnhappy, miserable man, Forlorne, forfaken, deftitute I am : Borne to the world to be a flaue in it. O heauens, O nature, wherefore did you make me, Cap. O heere she lies that was our hope, our ioy, All at once cry out and wring their hands. All cry. And all our ioy, and all our hope is dead, Dead, loft, undone, abfented, wholly fled. Cap. Cruel, vniuft, impartiall destinies, Why to this day haue you preferu'd my life? To fee my hope, my ftay, my ioy, my life, Depriude of fence, of life, of all by death, Cruell, vniuft, impartiall deftinies. Cap. O fad fac'd forrow map of mifery, Why this fad time haue I defird to fee. This day, this vniuft, this impartiall day Wherein I hop'd to fee my comfort full, To be depriude by fuddaine deftinie. Math. Moth. O woe, alacke, distrest, why should I liue? Alacke the time that euer I was borne. Alacke the day, alacke and welladay, Fr. O peace for fhame, if not for charity. Come sticke your rosemary in this dead coarse, In all her beft and sumptuous ornaments, Cap. Let it be fo, come wofull forrow mates, Let vs together taste this bitter fate. They all but the nurse goe foorth, cafting rosemary on her and fbutting the curtens. Enter Mufitions. Nur. Put vp, put vp, this is a wofull cafe. Exit. 1. I by my troth mistreffe is it, it had need be mended. Enter feruingman. Ser. Alack alack what fhal I doe, come fidlers play me fome mery dumpe. 1. A fir, this is no time to play. Ser. You will not then? 1. No marry will wee. Ser. Then will I giue it you, and foundly to. 1. What will you giue vs ? Ser. The fidler, Ile re you, Ile fa you, Ile fol you. 1. If you re vs and fa vs, we will note you. Ser. I will put vp my iron dagger, and beate you wodden wit. Come on Simon found pot, Ile pose you. with my .1. Lets 1. Lets heare. Ser. When griping griefe the heart doth wound, 1. I thinke because musicke hath a sweet found. Ser. I thinke fo, Ile speake for you because you are the finger. I faye filuer found, because fuch fellowes as you haue fildome golde for founding. Farewell fidlers, farewell. Exit. 1. Farewell and be hangd: come lets goe. Enter Romeo. Rom. If I may truft the flattering eye of fleepe, Exeunt. (Strange dreames that giue a dead man leaue to thinke) And that my ladie Iuliet came to me, And breathd fuch life with kiffes in my lips, That I reuiude and was an emperour. Enter Balthafar his man booted. Newes from Verona. How now Balthafar, Balt. Then nothing can be ill, for she is well, And And her immortall parts with angels dwell. Pardon me fir, that am the messenger of fuch bad tidings. Goe get me incke and paper, hyre post horse, Balt. Pardon me fir, I will not leave you thus, Rom. Doo as I bid thee, get me incke and paper, Well Iuliet, I will lye with thee to night. Olde endes of packthred, and cakes of roses, Here he might buy it. This thought of mine Exit Balthafar. Did but forerunne my need: and here about he dwels. Being holiday the beggers fhop is shut. What ho apothecarie, come forth I fay. Giue me a dram of fome fuch speeding geere, As will difpatch the wearie takers life, As fuddenly as powder being fierd From forth a cannons mouth. Apo. Such drugs I haue I muft- of force confeffe, And starued famine dwelleth in thy cheekes. Apo. Hold take you this, and put it in anie liquid thing Enter Frier Iohn. John. What frier Laurence, brother, ho? Laur. This fame fhould be the voyce of frier Iohn. Here in this cittie vifiting the fick, Whereas the infectious peftilence remaind.: The letters were not nice, but of great weight. Exeunt. Goe |