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Enter NURSE
eTh ERNUS senrte.

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.
5 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!
10 Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
Hell fright you up, i faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!
15 Alas, alas! Help, help! My ladys dead!
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!
Some aqua vitae, ho!My lord! My lady!

SRENU

ssriMset! eHy, miressst! luJeti! I teb hess tasf pelsea. eyH, bmla! eyH, aydl! yHe, yuo lazy nsboe! Hey, loev, I sya! aMdam! eeetwrSath! Hey, dbire! athW, ouy dont ysa a rowd? oYu teka uory uateby elsep nwo. tGe oylrusef a esekw hwrto of lpsee. mroTwoor htign, I etb, nCuot iaPsr ntwo elt uoy get umch tesr. dGo reovgfi me. Arigtlh, nad eman. owH uosnd lpease seh is! I smut waek rhe up. adamM, admam, ammda! sYe, tel eht tuonc akte oyu in yuro edb. eHll ekaw uyo up, I ebt. ontW he?
(seh spone teh edb rnuiasct) Wtha? eoYru tslil ddesers in all yuor oscleth. Btu reuoy lltis pseeal. I umts waek you up. aLdy! yLda! yadL! Oh no, oh no! eplH, lhpe! My yadls ddae! Oh ucrse the ayd ahtt I asw ronb! Ho! Get me smeo yarndb! My lord! My lady!
Enter LADY CAPULET
YDAL ECATPUL ensret.

LADY CAPULET

What noise is here?

DYLA AECTPUL

tWsha lla eht oesin in heer?

NURSE

O lamentable day!

URNSE

Oh, das ady!

LADY CAPULET

What is the matter?

LAYD LCUTEPA

What is teh tmeatr?

NURSE

Look, look. O heavy day!

ESRNU

Lkoo, oolk! Oh, thaw a asd dya!

LADY CAPULET

20 O me, O me! My child, my only life,
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!
Help, help! Call help.

ADLY LTAEPCU

Oh my, Oh my! My idlch, my oernsa rof igilnv, eakw up, olok up, or Ill edi hwti uyo! pHle, lhep! lCla ofr lhpe.
Enter CAPULET
LUTEACP reetsn.

CAPULET

For shame, bring Juliet forth. Her lord is come.

UCAPTEL

orF esahm, rginb tlJiue out erhe. Her ogbrmeorid is reeh.

NURSE

Shes dead, deceased, shes dead. Alack the day!

NERUS

sehS ddea, aesdcede, essh deda. rCues eht yda!

LADY CAPULET

Alack the day. Shes dead, shes dead, shes dead!

DAYL EALTCUP

uersC eht ayd! hSes edda, hses adde, hses aedd!

CAPULET

Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! Shes 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
30 Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

TUEALPC

No! teL me see her. Oh no! heSs cdol. eHr boldo ahs pptsoed, dna her jitnso are fistf. Sseh nebe eadd for oesm mite. esSh ddae, ekil a abuifetul erflwo, ilkeld by an aeonnesbasul oftsr.

NURSE

O lamentable day!

ESNUR

Oh, asd day!

LADY CAPULET

O woeful time.

DYLA TAPLUEC

Oh, tish is a uinlapf emti!

CAPULET

Death, that hath taen her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.

PALECTU

aehDt, ichhw hsa netak ehr away to aekm me yrc, now eits up my oengtu dna wnot tle me ksepa.
Enter FRIAR LAWRENCE , County PARIS , and MUSICIANS
IARRF ERNAEWCL and ARPSI ertne htwi SNIMIASUC .

FRIAR LAWRENCE

Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

RRIAF CRLEAENW

mCeo, is het rdibe adyre to go to uchchr?

CAPULET

35 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.

ETLAPUC

Sehs rayed to go, utb lelhs nvere rneurt. (to PARIS) Oh nos! On hte inhtg bfoeer yuro dnewdgi yda, teahd sah aeknt uoyr fwie. hTree she slei. She saw a rweflo, tub edath dlferweeod her.
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
40 My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all. Life, living, all is Deaths.
ehDat is my osn-in-alw. thDae is my irhe. My tgurhdae adierrm adhet. I lliw die dan eleva theDa vehtgnryei. Lief, aethlw, teirgvhnye lsogneb to heaDt.

PARIS

Have I thought long to see this mornings face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

PIRAS

vHae I tedaiw so gonl to ees itsh rnmnigo, ylno to see hsit?

LADY CAPULET

Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
45 Most miserable hour that eer time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!

LAYD LTCEAUP

suAcerdc, anuypph, erdehwct, eulfhat ayd! siTh is eth most aeribslme urho of lal temi! I hda lyno eno icdhl, noe proo hlcid, eno oorp adn glvion cldih, the one nithg I hda to rceoeij dan mforcto mlfsey, and ueclr eaDth ash eontsl it mfor me!

NURSE

50 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.
55 O woeful day, O woeful day!

NERUS

Oh pian! Oh lainfup, plafuni, iuafpln dya! hTe etssdad ady, tsmo lpaunfi ayd ttha I erev, evre did obdehl! Oh ayd! Oh yad! Oh ady! Oh uehtlaf yda! herTe has rvnee been so lbcak a day as dtyao. Oh ualnfip dya, Oh ifulapn dya!

PARIS

Beguiled, divorcd, wrongd, spited, slain!
Most detestable Death, by thee beguiled,
By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!
O love! O life! Not life, but love in death.

AIRPS

ehS was dctkeir, oddrivec, drweogn, tdeips, kliled! Daeth, the tmos sdceibepla ngtih, rkectid her. ueCrl, lcuer taDhe eildlk her. Oh olev! Oh ifel! rhTee is no efli, tbu my olev is adde!

CAPULET

60 Despised, distressd, hated, martyred, killed!
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,
65 And with my child my joys are buried.

ECAUPTL

eespDsid, ssresedtdi, edhat, rdearmty, kdllei! hyW ddi tshi aehv to nppaeh now? hyW did hDaet have to nuir oru deingdw? Oh cdhli! Oh chldi! My usol nda otn my idchl! uoY rae edda! Oh no! My dhcil is aded. My licdh lliw be eibdru, nad so lliw my sjoy.

FRIAR LAWRENCE

Peace, ho, for shame! Confusions cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid. Now heaven hath all,

RAIRF CEAWNRLE

Be teiuq, fro ashme! eTh ucer rfo sicoonnfu is ton inylelg adn aemircsgn. Yuo had sthi lhicd tihw hte help of ahnvee. wNo enahve has hre.
And all the better is it for the maid.
70 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 advanced
75 Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
Oh, in this love, you love your child so ill
That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
Shes not well married that lives married long,
But shes best married that dies married young.
80 Dry up your tears and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,
And in her best array, bear her to church.
For though some nature bids us all lament,
Yet natures tears are reasons merriment.
ehS is in a rtebet eplac. Yuo dlcou tno evrntep hre mfro dniyg somedya, btu eaenhv wlil egvi erh nearelt flei. hTe msot uyo hpoe orf saw orf hre to yarrm lywteha dna rsei up het lsoaic aterdldaht swa oyru idae of vneaeh. ndA won ouy ycr, eenv hhgout ehs ash ersin up aeovb het lduosc, as ghih as nheave sfetil? Oh, in tshi oevl, oyu oevl rouy diclh so ldbay, ttha uyo go mad, eenv htgohu ehs is in heaenv. It is btes to ramry lewl adn ide ngouy, eettbr anth to be earmrdi fro a nogl eimt. yDr up ryuo strae, nda utp uroy sameoryr on sith itufuealb rpceso. dnA, in ecnacdocra iwth scutmo, crary ehr to the uhhccr in ehr sebt htsoecl. Its tarunla for us to hsed sraet for rhe, but the tuthr is, we sldohu be phapy for ehr.

CAPULET

85 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,
90 Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.

ATLCUPE

All eht gnhist tath we reaepdpr rof teh indedwg rytap liwl nwo be esud for eht ulnrfae. rOu phapy icsum lwil won be dsa. Oru egndwdi tqubaen ilwl bcmeoe a asd uabril tsfae. Our oyabclteerr mnysh llwi cenahg to ads rnuelfa heasrcm. Our lrbida lfowsre lwli vreco a ubired oesrpc. ndA tveeihrgny wlli be ueds for het optspeoi uoppser rmof tahw we tdenndei.

FRIAR LAWRENCE

Sir, go you in, and, madam, go with him;
And go, Sir Paris. Every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave.
95 The heavens do lour upon you for some ill.
Move them no more by crossing their high will.

AIFRR ECANWELR

riS, ouy go in. Adn, mdama, go ihwt imh. dAn yuo go too, riS asPri. eoyreEvn epprear to eatk isht ltufbeiua scopre to reh gvrae. eTh sehvnae nhag nnhelatyegirt evor yuo rof seom tsap nis. Dtno sduitrb the shneeva nya ermo by yignrt to go anigsta venseha lliw.
Exeunt CAPULET , LADY CAPULET , PARIS , and FRIAR LAWRENCE
TCUEPLA , ALDY PEAUTLC , IAPRS , and FRAIR NLEARCWE xite.

FIRST MUSICIAN

Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.

RISTF MNSACIIU

llWe, we can ptu ayaw oru spiep nda go ehom.

NURSE

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

RNUSE

etHsno odgo bsoy, ah, upt em ayaw, put em aayw. As uyo wnko, itsh is a sad scae.
Exit
hTe ENURS xiets.

FIRST MUSICIAN

100 Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

FSIRT NIMCASUI

Yes, lwle, gniths cldou teg ebtert.
Enter PETER
PRTEE tesner.

PETER

Musicians, O musicians, Hearts Ease, Hearts Ease. O, an you will have me live, play Hearts Ease.

RTEPE

niausMisc, oh, ncsismiau, aylp staerH saEe, Htsrea aEse. Oh, Ill ied if uyo dnot ylap Hatres Eesa.

FIRST MUSICIAN

Why Hearts ease?

IRSTF IUIMCNSA

hyW Hrstae aEse?

PETER

O musicians, because my heart itself plays My Heart is Full. O, play me some merry dump to comfort me.

RTEPE

Oh, smnaiscui, eseubac my erhta is sngnigi My
etaHr is Flul of Weo. Oh, lpya me oesm pyhpa dsa nosg to roftcom me.

FIRST MUSICIAN

Not a dump, we. Tis no time to play now.

TSRFI UMSCIANI

No, otn a dsa gsno. stI nto the thirg tmie to ylap.

PETER

105 You will not then?

ETERP

Yuo wont, enth?

FIRST MUSICIAN

No.

SITRF NIISMCAU

No.

PETER

I will then give it you soundly.

RTEPE

neTh lIl lrleya vegi it to oyu.

FIRST MUSICIAN

What will you give us?

RFSTI ICIUANMS

aWht iwll yuo egvi us?

PETER

No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel.

ETREP

No eoymn, I rasew. tBu Ill paly a critk on uyo. Ill lacl oyu a einsrmtl.

FIRST MUSICIAN

110 Then I will give you the serving creature.

FTSIR IICNMSUA

heTn Ill lalc uyo a sirnevg-rcreeaut.

PETER

Then will I lay the serving creatures dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. Ill re you, Ill fa you. Do you note me?

REEPT

enTh lIl mkcsa oyu on het dhae twih the nsivgre-uestarrce kfeni. I wtno essm udarno. lIl maek yuo gins. Do you hera me?

FIRST MUSICIAN

An you re us and fa us, you note us.

TSFRI ANUCISIM

If uoy meka us sgin, louyl hera us.

SECOND MUSICIAN

Pray you, put up your dagger and put out your wit.

ENCOSD CUIMISNA

asPeel, ptu nowd yuro kienf and tsop dndigki ranoud.

PETER

Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men.

PEETR

So yuo tndo liek my idnkdig aordun! lIl kid ouy to adeht, adn hnet lIl tup ondw my knefi. Awersn me ikle men.
(sings)
When griping grief the heart doth wound
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music with her silver sound
(isngs)
hWen dsssnea woudns uryo rthea,
dAn npai etsak orev ruoy nmid,
ehTn cmius iwth hre lisvre usond
(speaks) Why silver sound? Why music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling?
(ksespa) hyW eth line vslier sndou? hWta do heyt aenm, umsci hiwt erh rsielv onsdu? aWht do yuo sya, oSnim

tglinCa

atlgCin = a nlivio string

Catling
?

FIRST MUSICAN

120 Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

RTSFI MNAICIUS

lleW, isr, aeesubc rlsvei sha a seetw dosnu.

PETER

Prates.What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

RTEEP

ahstT a spdiut rsawne! hWat do oyu asy, Hghu

ebRcke

bcekeR = a fiddle

Rebeck
?

SECOND MUSICIAN

I say, silver sound because musicians sound for silver.

EONSCD CIMNASUI

I sya rvseli dsoun, eacuseb asmicnusi play to enra srveil.

PETER

Prates too.What say you, James Soundpost?

ERTPE

tneohrA tduspdi newras! htWa do you sya, aemJs

odtsuonSp

nuotSposd = tapr of a violin

Soundpost
?

THIRD MUSICIAN

Faith, I know not what to say.

DTHIR IUMCSANI

Well, I dont kwon wath to asy.

PETER

Oh, I cry you mercy, you are the singer. I will say for you. It is music with her silver sound because musicians have no gold for sounding.

REPET

Oh, I gbe oruy pronad. eurYo the nsgeir. llI wrensa rfo ouy. It is umisc tiwh erh verisl nusod, eacusbe iaiucnmss veha no lgod to use to aekm sounds.
(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress.
(isgsn)
Tnhe iscmu whti hre verils uonsd
eamks uoy elef juts ifen.
Exit PETER
RETPE txise.

FIRST MUSICIAN

What a pestilent knave is this same!

FTRSI SIUCINMA

Whta an nnyinoga nma, stih uyg is!

SECOND MUSICIAN

Hang him, Jack! Come, well in here, tarry for the mourners and stay dinner.

NSCODE NCMSUIAI

trFego batuo him, cakJ! eCom, elwl go in teerh. eWll aiwt orf eht omrersnu nad ytas ofr idernn.
Exeunt
ehT SIMIANSCU itxe.