Scene V. Juliet's Chamber; Juliet on the bed.
Mistress! — what, mistress! — Juliet! — fast, I warrant her, she: —
Why, lamb! — why, lady! — fie, you slug-abed! —
Why, love, I say! — madam! sweetheart! — 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?
What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again!
I must needs wake you. — lady! lady! lady! —
Alas, alas! — Help, help! My lady's dead! —
O, well-a-day that ever I was born! —
Some aqua-vitae, ho! — my lord! my lady!
[Enter Lady Capulet.]
What noise is here?
O lamentable day!
What is the matter?
Look, look! O heavy day!
O me, O me! — my child, my only life!
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! —
Help, help! — call help.
For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come.
She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!
Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
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.
Accursed time! unfortunate old man!
O lamentable day!
O woful time!
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
[Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris, with Musicians.]
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Ready to go, but never to return: —
O son, the night before thy wedding day
Hath death lain with thy bride: — there she lies,
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die.
And leave him all; life, living, all is death's.
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