A daughter, anybody seen her, pray?
Robed in a muslin dress, a tender maid,
Of all male creatures very much afraid.
I cannot find her: I am tempest tossed,
And so I toss this bell—lost, lost, lost!
Trio: Air, “Dear Father come home.” Juliet, Romeo, and Capulet.
Jul. Father, dear father! go home, will you, now?
You’ll get a bad cold in your head:
I’ve put out the candle, and, covered up warm,
I’m resting so nicely in bed!