Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already : [Exeunt. SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter Nurse. Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress!-Juliet !-fast, I war Why, lamb!-Why, lady!-fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, I say!-madam! sweetheart!-why, bride!- That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, I must needs wake her :-Madam, madam, madam ! What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! Enter LADY CAPULET. La. Cap. What noise is here? La. Cap. What is the matter? O lamentable day! Look, look! O heavy day! 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 woeful 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? O son, the night before thy wedding-day Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; 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. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! 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 woeful, woeful, woeful day! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Most detestable Death, by thee beguil'd, a In the original we want these four exquisite lines. And yet the modern edi tors have thrust in the single line which they found in (A):— "Accursed time, unfortunate old man." The scene, from the entrance of Capulet, is elaborated from forty-four lines, in the original, to seventy-four lines. VOL. VII. 2 C 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 To murther, murther, our solemnity?— O child! O child !---my soul, and not my child!— Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not 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; Cap. All things that we ordained festival, Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him; a Some nature. Fond nature has been introduced into the text from the second folio. The difficulty of some is not manifest. Some nature-some impulses of nature-some part of our nature. The idea may have suggested the "some natural tears" of Milton. 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. [Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and 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;" O, an you will have me live, play "Heart's ease.” 1 Mus. Why "Heart's ease?" Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays—“ My heart is full?” O, play me some merry dump,a to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 't is 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 fɑ you ;b Do you note me? 1 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 dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :-Answer me like men: a Dump. See Two Gentlemen of Verona,' Act III., Scene 2, note. clamation" O, play me," &c., is not in the folio. The ex b I'll RE you, I'll FA you. Re and fa are the syllables, or names, given in solmisation, or sol-faing to the sounds D and F in the musical scale. When griping griefs the heart doth wound, Then music, with her silver sound;a Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? d 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, 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 :— Then music, 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. e In (4) we have "such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding;" and then the servant calls them "fiddlers." It is interesting to mark the change in the corrected copy. Shakspere would not put offensive words to the skilled in music, even into the mouth of a clownish servant. |