Romeo and Juliet: Act 4, Scene 5


           [Enter Nurse.]

  1   Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! — Fast, I warrant her, she. —
  2   Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed!
  3   Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride!
  4   What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now;
  5   Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
  6   The County Paris hath set up his rest,
  7   That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!
  8   Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep!
  9   I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
 10   Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
 11   He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?

           [Draws back the bed curtains.]

 12   What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
 13   I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady!
 14   Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead!
 15   O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!
 16   Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady!

           [Enter LADY CAPULET.]

 17   What noise is here?

 17                           O lamentable day!

 18   What is the matter?

 18                           Look, look! O heavy day!

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

           Enter Father [CAPULET.]

 22   For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.

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

 24   Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!

 25   Ha! let me see her: out, alas! she's cold:
 26   Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
 27   Life and these lips have long been separated:
 28   Death lies on her like an untimely frost
 29   Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

 30   O lamentable day!

 30                           O woeful time!

 31   Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
 32   Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.

           Enter FRIAR [LAURENCE]
           and the COUNTY [PARIS,
           with the MUSICIANS].

 33   Come, is the bride ready to go to church?

 34   Ready to go, but never to return.
 35   O son! the night before thy wedding-day
 36   Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies,
 37   Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
 38   Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir;
 39   My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,
 40   And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

 41   Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
 42   And doth it give me such a sight as this?

 43   Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
 44   Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
 45   In lasting labor of his pilgrimage!
 46   But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
 47   But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
 48   And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!

 49   O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
 50   Most lamentable day, most woeful day,
 51   That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
 52   O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
 53   Never was seen so black a day as this:
 54   O woeful day, O woeful day!

 55   Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
 56   Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd,
 57   By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
 58   O love! O life! not life, but love in death!

 59   Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
 60   Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
 61   To murder, murder our solemnity?
 62   O child! O child! my soul, and not my child!
 63   Dead art thou! Alack! my child is dead;
 64   And with my child my joys are buried.

 65   Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
 66   In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
 67   Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
 68   And all the better is it for the maid.
 69   Your part in her you could not keep from death,
 70   But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
 71   The most you sought was her promotion;
 72   For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced,
 73   And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced
 74   Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
 75   O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
 76   That you run mad, seeing that she is well.
 77   She's not well married that lives married long;
 78   But she's best married that dies married young.
 79   Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
 80   On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
 81   In all her best array bear her to church;
 82   For though fond nature bids us all lament,
 83   Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

 84   All things that we ordained festival,
 85   Turn from their office to black funeral;
 86   Our instruments to melancholy bells,
 87   Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
 88   Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
 89   Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
 90   And all things change them to the contrary.

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

           [Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET,
           PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE.]

      First Musician
 96   Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be
 97   gone.

 98   Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put up;
 99   For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.


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

***        Enter [PETER].

102   Musicians, O, musicians, "Heart's ease,"
103   "Heart's ease." O, an you will have me live, play
104   "Heart's ease."

      First Musician
105   Why "Heart's ease?"

106   O, musicians, because my heart itself plays
107    "My heart is full of woe." O, play me some
108    merry dump, to comfort me.

      First Musician
109   Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.

110   You will not, then?

      First Musician
111   No.

112   I will then give it you soundly.

      First Musician
113   What will you give us?

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

      First Musician
116   Then I will give you the serving-creature.

117   Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on
118   your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you,
119   I'll fa you; do you note me?

      First Musician
120   An you re us and fa us, you note us.

      Second Musician
121   Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your
122    wit.

123   Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat
124   you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger.
125   Answer me like men:
126      "When griping griefs the heart doth wound,
127        And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
128      Then music with her silver sound"—
129   why "silver sound"? why "music with her silver
130   sound"? What say you, Simon Catling?

      First Musician
131   Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet
132   sound.

133   Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

      Second Musician
134   I say "silver sound," because musicians sound
135   for silver.

136   Pretty too! What say you, James
137   Soundpost?

      Third Musician
138   Faith, I know not what to say.

139   O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say
140   for you. It is "music with her silver sound,"
141   because musicians have no gold for sounding:
142      "Then music with her silver sound
143      With speedy help doth lend redress."


      First Musician
144   What a pestilent knave is this same!

      Second Musician
145   Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here, tarry for the
146   mourners, and stay dinner.