Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up.

I’ll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste,

Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already.

Make haste I say.


 [Exeunt.]
SCENE V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed.
 Enter Nurse.
NURSE.

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.
LADY CAPULET.

What noise is here?


NURSE.

O lamentable day!


LADY CAPULET.

What is the matter?


NURSE.

Look, look! O heavy day!


LADY CAPULET.

O me, O me! My child, my only life.

Revive, look up, or I will die with thee.

Help, help! Call help.


 Enter Capulet.
CAPULET.

For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.


NURSE.

She’s dead, deceas’d, she’s dead; alack the day!


LADY CAPULET.

Alack the day, she’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!


CAPULET.

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 CAPULET.

O woful time!


CAPULET.

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.
FRIAR LAWRENCE.