The Heav'ns do low'r upon you, for fome Ill; Move them no more, by croffing their high Will. [Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar. Manent Musicians and Nurse. · Muf. FAITH, we may put upour 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. Enter Peter. Pet. Muficians, oh musicians, heart's ease, heart's ease: Oh, an you will have me live, play heart's cafe. Pet. O muficians, becaufe my heart itself plays, my heart itself is full of woe. dump, to comfort me! O, play me fome merry 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 money, on my faith, but the gleek: I will give you the Minftrel. Muf. Then will I give you the Serving Creature. Pet. Then will I lay the Serving Creature's Dagger on your Pate. I will carry no Crotchets. I'll re you, I'll fa you, do you note me? Muf. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Muf. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will drybeat you with an iron Wit, and put up my iron dagger: dagger: --anfwer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, Why, filver found? why, mufic with her filver found? Muf. Marry, Sir, because filver hath a sweet found. 2 Muf. I fay, filver found, because musicians found for filver. Pet. Pretty too! what fay you, Samuel Soundboard? 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 mufic with her filver found, becaufe fuch fellows, as you, have no gold for founding. The mufic with her filver found Doth lend redrefs. [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. * I [Exeunt. F I may truft the flattering ruth of fleep, My dreams presage fome joyful news at hand : My bofom's Lord fits lightly on his Throne, And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with chearful thoughts. I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead, (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think) If I may truft the flattering Truth of fleep.] Shakefpear wrote, If I may trust the flattering Ruth of fleep, i. Pity. The compaffionate Advertisement of Sleep. Warb. And And breath'd fuch life with kiffes in my lips, Enter Balthasar. News from Verona-How now, Balthafar? Balth. Then he is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even fo? then I defy you, Stars! 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: Rom. No matter: get thee gone, And hire thofe horfes; I'll be with thee ftraight. [Exit Balthafar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night; Let's fee for means- -O mifchief! thou art fwift And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted K Sharp Sharp mifery had worn him to the bones : Of ill-fhap'd fifhes; and about his shelves 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, Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchednefs, Ap. 1 Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you ftraight, Rom. There is thy gold; worse poifon to men's fouls, Doing more murders in this loathfome world, I fell thee poison, thou haft fold me none. Enter Friar Lawrence to him. Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Friar John.Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our Order, to affociate me, Here in this city vifiting the fick; And finding him, the Searchers of the town, K 2 Law. |