Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians.
Fri. L. Come, is the bride ready to go to church?[1334]
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
O son, the night before thy wedding-day[1335] 35
Hath death lain with thy wife: see, there she lies,[1336]
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.[1337]
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;[1338]
My daughter he hath wedded: I will die,[1338]
And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.[1338][1339] 40
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,[1340]
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurst, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw[1341]
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! 45
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,[1342]
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight![1343]
Nurse. O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!
Most lamentable day, most woeful day, 50
That ever, ever, I did yet behold![1344]
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woeful day, O woeful day!
Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain![1345] 55
Most detestable death, by thee beguiled,[1345]
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown![1345]
O love! O life! not life, but love in death![1345]
Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd![1345]
Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now[1345] 60
To murder, murder our solemnity?[1345]
O child! O child! my soul, and not my child![1345]
Dead art thou! Alack, my child is dead;[1345][1346]
And with my child my joys are buried![1345]
Fri. L. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not[1347][1348]65
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself[1347]
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,[1347]
And all the better is it for the maid:[1347]
Your part in her you could not keep from death;[1347]
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.[1347] 70
The most you sought was her promotion,[1347]
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced:[1347][1349]
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced[1347]
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?[1347][1350]
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,[1347] 75
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:[1347]
She's not well married that lives married long,[1347]
But she's best married that dies married young.[1347][1351]
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary[1347]
On this fair corse, and, as the custom is,[1347] 80
In all her best array bear her to church:[1347][1352]
For though fond nature bids us all lament,[1347]
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.[1347][1353]
Cap. All things that we ordained festival,[1354]
Turn from their office to black funeral: 85
Our instruments to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast;[1355]
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.[1356] 90