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Juliet's bedroom. It is the same as it was left when Juliet drank the potion. Her dagger is still on the small table, and she is laying upon her bed. |
| Nurse |
Mistress! what, mistress! Juliet! fast, I warrant her, she: |
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Why, lamb! why, lady! fie, you slug-a-bed! |
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Why, love, I say! madam! sweet-heart! why, bride! |
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What, not a word? you take your pennyworths now; |
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Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, |
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The County Paris hath set up his rest, |
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That you shall rest but little. God forgive me, |
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Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! |
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I must needs wake her. Madam, madam, madam! |
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Ay, let the county take you in your bed; |
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He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be? |
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What, dress'd! and in your clothes! and down again! |
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I must needs wake you; Lady! lady! lady! |
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Alas, alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! |
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O, well-a-day, that ever I was born! |
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Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! my lady! |
| Lady Capulet |
What noise is here? |
| Lady Capulet |
What is the matter? |
| Nurse |
Look, look! O heavy day! |
| Lady Capulet |
O me, O me! My child, my only life, |
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Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! |
| Capulet |
For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. |
| Nurse |
She's dead, deceased, 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: |
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Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; |
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Life and these lips have long been separated: |
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Death lies on her like an untimely frost |
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Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. |
| Lady Capulet |
O woful time! |
| Capulet |
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, |
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Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. |
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Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians |
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