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 whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be logger-head. Good Father! 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight, [Music within. For so he said he would. I hear him near: Re-enter the Nurse. Go, waken Juliet; go, and trim her up: I'll and chat with Paris. go Hie, make haste, Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: Make haste, I say! SCENE V. [Exeunt. JULIET'S Chamber; JULIET on the Bed. Enter the Nurse. Nurse. Mistress! - what, mistress! - Juliet! "Cat of the weasel tribe, prowls about in the night for its prey. after kinde, good mouse-hunt," is one of Heywood's proverbs. Why, lamb! why, lady!—fie, you slug-a-bed!— Why, love, I say! - madam! sweet-heart! - why, bride! What! not a word?- you take your pennyworths now: Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The county Paris hath set up his rest,' That you shall rest but little. God forgive me (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her.- Madam, madam, madam ! Ay, let the county take you in your bed: He'll fright you up, i'faith. Will it not be? Alas! alas! Help! help! my lady's dead!- Enter Lady CAPULET. Lady C. What noise is here? Nurse. O, lamentable day! Look, look! O, heavy day! Lady C. What is the matter? Lady C. 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. To set up one's rest was the same as to make up one's mind In The Merchant of Venice, Act ii. sc. 2, Launcelot has a similar quibble: "As I have set up my rest to run away, so I will not rest till I have run some ground." See, also, The Comedy of Errors, Act iv. sc. 3, note 2. B. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! Lady C. 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; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her, like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Nurse. O, lamentable day! Lady C. 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? Hath death lain with thy wife: there she lies, And leave him all; life, living, all is death's.3 Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this? In the first quarto, this speech stands thus : "Stay! let me see all pale and wan. H. So in the old copies, but commonly changed in modern edi dons to, life leaving, all is death's." 4 The quarto of 1597 continues the speech of Paris thus: "And doth it now present such prodigies? Accurst, unhappy, miserable man, Forlorn, forsaken, destitute I am; H. Lady C. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hatefu1 day! Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day! most woeful day, That ever, ever, I did yet behold! O day! O day! O day! O hateful day! Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown! -- O love! O life! not life, but love in death! O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!. Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cur lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself 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; But Heaven keeps His part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; Born to the world to be a slave in it: Oh heavens! Oh nature! wherefore did you make me For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments, to melancholy bells; Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymus to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. Fri. Sir, go you in, — and, madam, go with him; And go, sir Paris : :- -every one prepare [Exeunt CAP., Lady CAP., 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. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. All the old copies except the folio of 1632 have some instead of fond. — In all, of the preceding line, is from the first quarto; the later copies having And in. H |