Fri. L. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him;[1356]
And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare[1356]
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:[1356]
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill;[1356]
Move them no more by crossing their high will.[1356][1357] 95
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, and Friar.
First Mus. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.[1358]
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up;
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.[1359] [Exit.
First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.[1360]
Enter Peter.
Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's[1361][1362][1363]100
ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'[1362][1364]
First Mus. Why 'Heart's ease'?[1365]
Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My
heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump, to[1366][1367]
comfort me.[1367] 105
First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.[1368]