The Nurse and the First Musician agree it's time for them to pack up their instruments and leave. The Friar gives him a pat on the back and encourages everyone, again, to get ready to follow Juliet's corpse to the tomb.Īll but the Nurse and the Musicians exit.įaith, we may put up our pipes and be gone.įor, well you know, this is a pitiful case.Īy, by my troth, the case may be amended. The festival is a funeral their wedding hymns will be dirges instead. Lord Capulet laments that all the fun things they had planned will now be dreary. Move them no more by crossing their high will. The heavens do lour upon you for some ill. To follow this fair corse unto her grave. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, 95Īnd all things change them to the contrary. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, "So hey," he tells them, "dry up those tears, put her in her finest clothes, and let's get her to the tomb. But now she's really in heaven, and she'll have eternal life. They all wanted her to marry well and jump into a higher social class-that's what they thought would be heaven for her. Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.Īs they're winding down, Friar Lawrence steps in and puts a positive spin on things. On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,Īnd in her best array, bear her to church,įor though fond nature bids us all lament, She’s not well married that lives married long,īut she’s best married that dies married young.ĭry up your tears, and stick your rosemary 85
That you run mad, seeing that she is well. O, in this love you love your child so ill Your part in her you could not keep from death, 75īut heaven keeps his part in eternal life.įor ’twas your heaven she should be advanced Ībove the clouds, as high as heaven itself? 80 Peace, ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not O child! O child! My soul and not my child!Ĭapulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and the Nurse all take turns lamenting Juliet's death. O love! O life! Not life, but love in death!ĭespised, distressèd, hated, martyred, killed! 65 Most miserable hour that e’er time saw 50īut one, poor one, one poor and loving child,Īnd cruel death hath catched it from my sight!īeguiled, divorcèd, wrongèd, spited, slain! Have I thought long to see this morning’s face,Īnd doth it give me such a sight as this?Īccursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! There she lies,ĭeath is my son-in-law Death is my heir. He says that death, which took Juliet, took his words as well.Įnter Friar Lawrence and the County Paris, withĬome, is the bride ready to go to church?įriar Lawrence arrives on the scene and plays dumb. When he realizes she's dead, and her body is cold, he doesn't know what to say. Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.Ĭapulet enters, complaining that Juliet is taking too long to get ready. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.ĭeath, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, Life and these lips have long been separated. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff. Ha, let me see her! Out, alas, she’s cold. She’s dead, alack the day!Īlack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead. If Juliet doesn't wake up she says she'll die with her.įor shame, bring Juliet forth. Lady Capulet arrives first and is horrified. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. Then she suggest bringing the Count in to have sex with Juliet-that'd wake up! Finally the Nurse opens the bed curtains and realizes that the bride's case of cold feet has gone a little too far. She says Juliet better rest up now, because the Count won't let her rest after the wedding. The Nurse has trouble waking Juliet, which of course inspires her to make a couple of sex jokes. She opens the bed’s curtains.What, dressed, and in your clothes, and down
He’ll fright you up, i’ faith.-Will it not be?
I needs must wake her.-Madam, madam, madam! Marry, and amen! How sound is she asleep! 10 That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant, What, not a word?-You take your pennyworths 5 Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!. Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!-Fast, I warrant
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