Juliet's chamber.Enter Nurse Nurse Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she:Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now;Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest, That you shall rest but little.God forgive me, Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i' faith.Will it not be?
Undraws the curtains What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET LADY CAPULET What noise is here? Nurse O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET What is the matter? Nurse Look, look! O heavy day! LADY CAPULET O me, O me! My child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.
Enter CAPULET CAPULET For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.Nurse She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! LADY CAPULET Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! CAPULET Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;Life and these lips have long been separated:Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.Nurse O lamentable day! LADY CAPULET O woful time! CAPULET Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians FRIAR LAURENCE Come, is the bride ready to go to church? CAPULET Ready to go, but never to return.
O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife.There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.PARIS Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? LADY CAPULET Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Nurse O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day, most woful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:O woful day, O woful day! PARIS Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! not life, but love in death! CAPULET Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now To murder, murder our solemnity?
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
