No, no; this shall forbid it: lie thou there. What if it be a poison, which the friar Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, The horrible conceit of death and night, Where, for these many hundred years, the bones Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,. So early waking, what with loathsome smells; And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad 7; 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? 7 The fabulous accounts of the plant called a mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that pulls it up. * Distracted. O, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost [She throws herself on the Bed. SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall. Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse. La. 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 curfeu bell hath rung, 't is three o'clock: :-Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica: Spare not for cost. Nurse. Go, 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. La. 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. 'The room where pies were made. 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 fellow! ha, Thou shalt be logger-head. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with musick straight, [Musick within. For so he said he would. I hear him near: Enter Nurse. Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress! what, mistress! — Juliet!fast, I warrant her: : Why, lamb! why, lady! fye, you slug-a bed! Why, love, I say!-madam! sweetheart! - why, bride! Sleep for a week: how sound is she asleep! dam! Madam, madam, ma Ay, let the county take you in your bed; He 'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? What, drest! 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. La. Cap. What noise is here? O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! La. Cap. What is the matter? Nurse. La. 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, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! La. 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; 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 LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. Fri. 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 bride : lies, See, there she Flower as she was, deflowered by him. And doth it give me such a sight as this? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most détestable death, by thee beguil❜d, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! O love! O life! not life, but love in death ! Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!. Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now |