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Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's

face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accursd, unhappy, wretched, hateful

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, 0 woful day!

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Most détestable death, by thee beguild,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !
O love! O life!not life, but love in death!

Cap.Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, killd! 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, dead !-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 washer promotions ;



For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd:

weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
0, 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 rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All 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.

Fri. Sir, go you in,—and, madam, go with him;
And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

und Friar. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

[Exit Nurse. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.


Enter PETER.

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease.

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1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays -My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus: No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us ? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel.*

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you; I'll fa you ; Do you note me?

i Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you

with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger:- Answer me like men :

When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then musick, with her silver sound;

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0, play me some merry dump,] A dump anciently signi.. fied some kind of dance, as well as sorrow. But on this occasion it means a mournful song. Dumps were heavy mournful tunes; possibly indeed any sort of movements were once so called, as we sometimes meet with a merry dump. Hence doleful dumps, deep sorrow, or grievous affliction, as in the verses above, and in the less ancient ballad of Chevy Chase. It is still said of a person uncommonly sad, that he is in the dumps.

3 No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel.] Şhakspeare's pun has here remained unnoticed. A Gleekman or Gligman, as Dr. Percy has shown, signified a min strel. The word gleek here signifies scorn ; and is borrowed from the old game so called.

Why, silver sound? why, musick with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling ?4

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?"

2 Mus. I say—silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Souadpost?

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

Pet, 0, I ery you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you.

It is-musick with her silver sound, because such fellows, as you have seldom gold for sounding

Then musick with her silver sound,
With speedy help doth lend redress.

[Exit, singing

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same?

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.


SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.

Enter ROMEO.
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,'

4Simon Catling?] A catling was a small lute-string made of catgut.

Hugh Rebeck?] The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, which is mentioned by several of the old writers. Rebec, rebecquin.

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My dreams presage some joyful news at hand :
My bosom's lord* sits lightly in his throne ;
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
(Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy :


News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;

For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives ;

6 Act V.] The Acts are kere properly enough divided, nor did any better distribution than the editors have already made, occur to me in the petusal of this play; yet it may not be improper to remark, that in the first folio, and I suppose the foregning edition are in the same state, there is no division of the Acts, and therefore some future editor may try, whether any improvement can be made, by reducing them to a length more equal, or interrupting the action at more proper intervals. Johnson.

If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,] By the eye of sleep Shakspeare perhaps means the

visual power, which a man asleep ýs enabled, by the aid of imagination, to exercise; or perhaps the eye of the god of sleep.

8 My bosom's lord - ] These three lines are very gay and pleasing. But why does Shakspeare give Romeo this involuntary cheerfulness just before the extremity of unhappiness? Perhaps to show the vanity ef trusting to those uncertain and casual exaltations or depressions, which many consider as certain foretokens of good and evil. . JOHNSON.

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