Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night, spirits resort;Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

So early waking,-what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth,

That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;—
O! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environed with all these hideous fears?

And madly play with my forefathers' joints?
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's

bone,

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point :-stay, Tybalt, stay!—
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo!-I drink to thee.
[She throws herself on the bed.

SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall.

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

Lady Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. Come, 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 cost.

Nurse.

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 lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Lady Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time;

But I will watch you from such watching now. [Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!—Now, fellow,

What's there?

Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.

1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what.

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.] -Sirrah, fetch drier logs;

Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out

logs,

And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. Cap. 'Mass, 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.

[Music within. 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 haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already : Make haste, I say.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress !—Juliet !— fast, I warrant her, she :

Why, lamb-why, lady!—fie, you slug-abed!

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? 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 vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!

Enter LADY CAPULET.

Lady Cap. What noise is here?

Nurse.

O lamentable day!

Look, look! O heavy day!

Lady Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse.

Lady Cap. O me, O me !—my child, my only

life,

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee !—
Help, help!-call help.

Enter CAPULET.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord

is come.

Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day!

Lady Cap. Alack the day; she's dead, she's dead, she's dead.

Cap. 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 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 speak.

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians.

Par. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. 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. Par. Have I thought long to see this mornings face,

And doth it give me such a sight as this? Lady Cap. 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 woeful, woeful, woeful day!

Most lamentable day! most woeful 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 woeful day, O woeful day!

Par. Beguiled, divorced, wrong'd, spited, slain !

Most détestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee, quite overthrown!-
O love! O life! not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despised. distressed, hated, martyr'd,
kill'd!-

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st 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!
And, with my child, my joys are buried!

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure

lives not

In these confusions.

Heaven and yourself

Had 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 :
seeing she is advanced,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,

And weep ye now,