In all her best array bear her to church;
For though [fond] nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
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Capulet. [All things] that we ordained festival
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments to melancholy bells,
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,