I fear, it is; and yet, methinks, it fhould not, I wake before the time that Romeo Comes to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whofe foul mouth no health fome air breathes in, Or, if I live, is it not very like', The horrible conceit of death and night, Só early waking, what with loathfome fmells, [She throws herself on the bed.. SCE CEN NE Changes to Capulet's Hall. IV. Enter Lady Capulet and Nurse. La. Cap. OLD, take thefe keys and fetch more H. fpices, nurfe. Nurfe. Nurfe. They call for dates and quinces in the pafiry. Enter Capulet. Cap. Come, ftir, ftir, ftir, the fecond cock hath crow'd, The curfue-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Spare not for coft. Nurfe. Go, go, you cot-quean, go; Get you to bed; faith, you'll be fick to-morrow, Cap. No, not a whit: what, I have watch'dere now All night for a lefs caufe, and ne'er been fick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your ..i time, f But I will watch you, from fuch watching, now. [Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood Now, fellow, what's there? Enter three or four with fpits, and logs, and bafkets. Ser. 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. Ser. 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! Go, waken Juliet, go and trim her up, Make Make hafte, the Bride-groom he is come already; Make hafte, I say. [Exeunt Capulet and Nurse, severally. SCENE V. Chenges to Juliet's Chamber, Juliet on a bed. Nurse. MISTRESS,-what, mistress! Juliet— warrant her, Why, lamb-why, lady-Fie, you flug-a-bed bride fweet-heart-why, What, not a word! you take your penyworths now; That you fhall reft but little-God forgive me― O well-a-day, that ever I was born! 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 I will die with thee; Help, help! call help. Enter Capulet. Cap. For fhame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurfe Nurfe. She's dead, deceas'd, fhe's dead: alack. the day! Cap. Ha! let me fee her-Out, alas! fhe's cold; Her blood is fettled, and her joints are ftiff: Life and thefe lips have long been feparated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the fweeteft flow'r of all the field. Accurfed time! unfortunate old man! Nurfe. O lamentable day! La. Cap. O woful 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 Lawrence, and Paris with Muficians. 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! Moft miferable hour, that Time e'er faw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my fight. Oh day! oh day! oh day! oh hateful day! Oh woful day, oh woful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, fpighted, flain, Molt deteftable Death, by Three beguil'd, By By cruel, cruel Thee quite over-thrown: 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; The |