Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up; For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit. First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Enter PETER. Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, "Heart's ease, Heart's ease:" O, an you will have me live, play "Heart's ease." First Mus. Why "Heart's ease"? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays "My heart is full of woe:" O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. First Mus. No. Pet. I will, then, give it you soundly. First Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek, I will give you the minstrel. First Mus. 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? First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us. Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. my Answer me like men: "When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, why "silver sound"? why "music with her silver sound”? – What say you, Simon Catling? First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Sec. Mus. I say, "silver sound," because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. 0, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. It is "music with her silver sound," because such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: "Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.” [Exit. First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! Sec. Mus. Hang him, Jack! - Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. ACT V. SCENE I. Mantua. A street. Enter ROMEO. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think! Enter BALTHASAR. [Exeunt. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. [Exit Balthasar. O mischief, thou art swift And hereabouts he dwells, - which late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, And this same needy man must sell it me. Ap. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: [Exeunt. SCENE II. Verona. Friar LAURENCE's cell. Enter Friar JOHN. Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, Enter Friar LAURENCE. ho! Fri. L. This same should be the voice of Friar John. Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Fri. J. Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Fri. L. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? So fearful were they of infection. Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; - [Exit. |