Above the Clouds, as high as Heav'n himself? Fri. Sir, go you in, and, Madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris; ev'ry one prepare To follow this fair Coarfe unto her Grave. [Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar. Muf. Faith, we may put up our pipes and be gone. Nurfe. Honeft good fellows: ah, put up, put up For, well you know, this is a pitiful cafe. [Exit Nurfe. Muf. Ay, by my troth, the cafe may be amended. (14) For the fome Nature bids us all lament,] Some Nature? Sure, it is the general Rule of Nature, or fhe could not bid us all lament. I have ventur'd to fubftitute an Epithet, which, I fufpect, was loft in the idle, corrupted Word, Some; and which admirably quadrates with the Verfe fucceeding this; that tho' the Fondness of Nature lay fuch an Injunction upon us, yet that Reafon does but mock our unavailing Sorrow. Enter Enter Peter. Pet. Muficians, oh muficians, heart's eafe, heart's Oh, an you will have me live,y play heart's ease. Pet. O muficians, because my heart it felf plays, my beart it felf is full of woe. O, play me fome merry dump, to comfort me! Muf. Not a dump we, 'tis no time to play now. Muf. No. Pet. I will then give it you foundly. Muf. What will you give us? Pet. No mony, on my faith, but the gleek: I wilt give you the Minstrell. Muf. Then will I give you the Serving Creature. Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-beat you with an iron Wit, and put up my iron dagger: anfwer me like men : When griping grief the heart doth wound, Then mufic with her filver found. Why, filver found? why, mufick with her filver found? Muf. Marry, Sir, becaufe filver hath a sweet found. 2 Muf. I fay, filver found, because musicians found for filver. Pet. Pretty too! what fay you, Samuel Sound-board? 3 Muf. Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will fay for you. It is mufick with her filver found, because fuch fellows, as you, have no gold for founding. The mufick with her filver found [Exit finging. Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame? 2 Muf. Hang him, Jack; come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. A CT V. SCENE, in MANTUA. Enter RO ME O. F I may truft the flattering Truth of sleep, Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts. Enter Balthafar. News from Verona How now, Balthafar ? Balth. Then fhe is well, and nothing can be ill Rom. Is it even fo? then I defy you, Stars! Balth Balth. Pardon me, Sir, I dare not leave you thus. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tufh, thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Haft thou no letters to me from the Friar ? Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee ftraight. [Exit Balthafar Well, Juliet, I will lye with thee to night; Let's fee for means O mifchief! thou art swift To enter in the thought of defperate men! I do remember an Apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders, and mufty feeds, Enter Apothecary. Ap. Who calls fo loud? Rom. Come hither, man; I fee, that thou art poor Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poifon, fuch foon-fpeeding geer, As As will disperse it felf thro' all the veins, Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedness, Rom. There is thy gold; worfe poifon to men's fouls, Doing more murthers in this loathfom world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not fell : with me To Juliet's grave, for there muft I ufe thee. [Exeunt. SCENE changes to the Monaftery at Verona. Enter Friar John. John.TTOLY Francifcan Friar! brother! ho! HOLY Enter Friar Lawrence to him. Law. This fame should be the voice of Friar John.- One of our Order, to affociate me, And |