25771923Nur:Goe, get you gone. What lambe, what Lady

25781924birde? fast I warrant. What Iuliet? well, let the County take

25801925you in your bed, yee sleepe for a weeke now, but the next

25811926night, the Countie Paris hath set vp his rest that you shal rest

25821927but little. What lambe I say, fast still: what Lady, Loue,

25831928what bride, what Iuliet? Gods me how sound she sleeps? Nay

25841929then I see I must wake you indeed. Whats heere, laide on

25871930your bed, drest in your cloathes and down, ah me, alack the

25911931day, some Aqua vitae hoe.

25921933Moth:How now whats the matter?

26021934Nur:Alack the day, shees dead, shees dead, shees dead.

25961935Moth:Accurst, vnhappy, miserable time.

26001937Cap:Come, come, make hast, wheres my daughter?

26011938Moth:Ah shees dead, shees dead.

26031939Cap:Stay, let me see, all pale and wan.

2603.11940Accursed time, vnfortunate olde man.

26131942Par:What is the bride ready to goe to Church?

26141943Cap:Ready to goe, but neuer to returne.

26151944O Sonne the night before thy wedding day,

26161945Hath Death laine with thy bride, flower as she is,

26171946Deflowerd by him, see, where she lyes,

26181947Death is my Sonne in Law, to him I giue all that I haue.

26211948Par:Haue I thought long to see this mornings face,

26221949And doth it now present such prodegies?

26231950Accurst, vnhappy, miserable man,

2623.11951Forlorne, forsaken, destitute I am:

2623.21952Borne to the world to be a slaue in it.

2623.31953Distrest, remediles, and vnfortunate.

2623.41954O heauens,O nature,wherefore did you make me,

2623.51955To liue so vile, so wretched as I shall.

2623.61956Cap:O heere she lies that was our hope, our ioy,

2623.71957And being dead, dead sorrow nips vs all.

2623.91959All cry:All our ioy, and all our hope is dead,

2623.101960Dead, lost, vndone, absented, wholy fled.

2623.111961Cap:Cruel, vniust, impartiall destinies,

2623.121962Why to this day haue you preseru'd my life?

2623.131963Too see my hope, my stay, my ioy, my life,

2623.141964Depriude of sence, of life, of all by death,

2623.151965Cruell, vniust, impartiall destinies.

2623.161966Cap:O sad fac'd sorrow map of misery,

2623.171967Why this sad time haue I desird to see.

2623.181968This day, this vniust, this impartiall day

2623.191969Wherein I hop'd to see my comfort full,

2623.201970To be depriude by suddaine destinie.

2623.211971Moth:O woe, alacke, distrest, why should I liue?

2623.221972To see this day, this miserable day.

2623.231973Alacke the time that euer I was borne,

2623.241974To be partaker of this destinie.

2623.251975Alacke the day, alacke and welladay.

26451976Fr:O peace for shame, if not for charity.

2645.11977Your daughter liues in peace and happines,

2645.21978And it is vaine to wish it otherwise.

I2 Come

26591979Come sticke your Rosemary in this dead coarse,

26601980And as the custome of our Country is,

26611981In all her best and sumptuous ornaments,

2661.11982Conuay her where her Ancestors lie tomb'd,

2661.21983Cap:Let it be so, come wofull sorrow mates,

2661.31984Let vs together taste this bitter fate.

2675.31988Nur:Put vp, put vp, this is a wofull case. Exit.

2675.419891.I by my troth Mistresse is it, it had need be mended.

26811991Ser:Alack alack what shal I doe, come Fidlers play me

1992some mery dumpe.

268719931.A sir, this is no time to play.

26881994Ser:You will not then?

268919951.No marry will wee.

26901996Ser:Then will I giue it you, and soundly to.

269119971.What will you giue vs?

26961998Ser:The fidler, Ile re you, Ile fa you Ile sol you.

269819991.If you re vs and fa vs, we will note you.

26992000Ser:I will put vp my Iron dagger, and beate you with

27002001my wodden wit. Come on Simon found Pot, Ile pose you,

2700.120021.Lets heare.

27052003Ser:When griping griefe the heart doth wound,

2705.12004And dolefull dumps the minde oppresse:

27062005Then musique with her siluer sound,

27072006Why siluer sound? Why siluer sound?

270920071.I thinke because musicke hath a sweet sound.

27102008Ser:Pretie, what say you Mathew minikine?

271120092.I thinke because Musitions sound for siluer.

27122010Ser:Prettie too: come, what say you?

271320113.I say nothing.

27142012Ser:I thinke so, Ile speake for you because you are the

27152013Singer. I saye Siluer sound, because such Fellowes as you

27162014haue sildome Golde for sounding. Farewell Fidlers, fare-

2716.12015well. Exit.

2716.220161.Farewell and be hangd: come lets goe. Exeunt.