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.[She falls upon her bed, within the curtains]--------------------------------------"scene" 4Scene 4[Hall in Capulet's house.][Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse]LADY CAPULETHold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.NurseThey call for dates and quinces in the pastry.[Enter CAPULET]CAPULETCome, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd,The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock:Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:Spare not for the cost.NurseGo, you cot-quean, go,Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrowFor this night's watching.CAPULETNo, not a whit: what! I have watch'd ere nowAll night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.LADY CAPULETAy, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;But I will watch you from such watching now.[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse]CAPULETA jealous hood, a jealous hood![Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets]Now, fellow,What's there?First ServantThings for the cook, sir; but I know not what.CAPULETMake haste, make haste.[Exit First Servant]Sirrah, fetch drier logs:Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.Second ServantI have a head, sir, that will find out logs,And never trouble Peter for the matter.[Exit]CAPULETMass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!Thou shalt be logger-head.Good faith, 'tis day:The county will be here with music straight,For so he said he would: I hear him near.[Music within]Nurse! Wife! What, ho! What, nurse, I say![Re-enter Nurse]Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up;I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste,Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already:Make haste, I say.[Exeunt]--------------------------------------"scene" 5Scene 5[Juliet's chamber.][Enter Nurse]NurseMistress! 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 CAPULETWhat noise is here?NurseO lamentable day!LADY CAPULETWhat is the matter?NurseLook, look! O heavy day!LADY CAPULETO me, O me! My child, my only life,Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help! Call help.[Enter CAPULET]CAPULETFor shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.NurseShe's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!LADY CAPULETAlack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!CAPULETHa! 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 frostUpon the sweetest flower of all the field.NurseO lamentable day!LADY CAPULETO woful time!CAPULETDeath, 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 LAURENCECome, is the bride ready to go to church?CAPULETReady to go, but never to return.O son! the night before thy wedding-dayHath 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.PARISHave I thought long to see this morning's face,And doth it give me such a sight as this?LADY CAPULETAccursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!Most miserable hour that e'er time sawIn 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!NurseO 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!PARISBeguiled, 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!CAPULETDespised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!Uncomfortable time, why camest thou nowTo murder, murder our solemnity?O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;And with my child my joys are buried.FRIAR LAURENCEPeace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives notIn these confusions.Heaven and yourselfHad part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,And all the better is it for the maid:Your part in her you could not keep from death,But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.The most you sought was her promotion;For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:And weep ye now, seeing she is advancedAbove the clouds, as high as heaven itself?O, in this love, you love your child so ill,That you run mad, seeing that she is well:She's not well married that lives married long;But she's best married that dies married young.Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemaryOn this fair corse; and, as the custom is,In all her best array bear her to church:For though fond nature bids us an lament,Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.CAPULETAll things that we ordained festival,Turn from their office to black funeral;Our instruments to melancholy bells,Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,And all things change them to the contrary.FRIAR LAURENCESir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;And go, Sir Paris; every one prepareTo follow this fair corse unto her grave:The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;Move them no more by crossing their high will.[Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE]First MusicianFaith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.NurseHonest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[Exit]First MusicianAy, by my troth, the case may be amended.[Enter PETER]PETERMusicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart'sease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'First MusicianWhy 'Heart's ease?'PETERO, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'Myheart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump,to comfort me.First MusicianNot a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.PETERYou will not, then?First MusicianNo.PETERI will then give it you soundly.First MusicianWhat will you give us?PETERNo money, on my faith, but the gleek;I will give you the minstrel.First MusicianThen I will give you the serving-creature.PETERThen will I lay the serving-creature's dagger onyour pate [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]