_Nur_: Alack the day, shees dead, shees dead, shees dead. _Moth_: Accurst, vnhappy, miserable time. _Enter Oldeman._ _Cap_: Come, come, make hast, wheres my daughter? _Moth_: Ah shees dead, shees dead. 35 _Cap_: Stay, let me see, all pale and wan. Accursed time, vnfortunate olde man. _Enter Fryer and Paris._ _Par_: What is the bride ready to goe to Church? _Cap_: Ready to goe, but neuer to returne. O Sonne the night before thy wedding day, 40 Hath Death laine with thy bride, flower as she is, Deflowerd by him, see, where she lyes, Death is my Sonne in Law, to him I giue all that I haue, _Par_: Haue I thought long to see this mornings face, And doth it now present such prodegies? 45 Accurst, vnhappy, miserable man, Forlorne, forsaken, destitute I am: Borne to the world to be a slaue in it. Distrest, remediles, and vnfortunate. O heauens, O nature, wherefore did you make me, 50 To liue so vile, so wretched as I shall. _Cap_: O heere she lies that was our hope, our ioy, And being dead, dead sorrow nips vs all. _All at once cry out and wring their hands._ _All cry_: And all our ioy, and all our hope is dead, Dead, lost, vndone, absented, wholy fled. 55 _Cap_: Cruel, vniust, impartiall destinies, Why to this day haue you preseru'd my life? To see my hope, my stay, my ioy, my life, Depriude of sence, of life, of all by death, Cruell, vniust, impartiall destinies. 60 _Cap_: O sad fac'd sorrow map of misery, Why this sad time haue I desird to see. This day, this vniust, this impartiall day Wherein I hop'd to see my comfort full, To be depriude by suddaine destinie. 65 _Moth_: O woe, alacke, distrest, why should I liue? To see this day, this miserable day. Alacke the time that euer I was borne. To be partaker of this destinie. Alacke the day, alacke and welladay. 70 _Fr_: O peace for shame, if not for charity. Your daughter liues in peace and happines, And it is vaine to wish it otherwise. Come sticke your Rosemary in this dead coarse, And as the custome of our Country is, 75 In all her best and sumptuous ornaments, Conuay her where her Ancestors lie tomb'd, _Cap_: Let it be so, come wofull sorrow mates, Let vs together taste this bitter fate. _They all but the Nurse goe foorth, casting Rosemary on_ _her and shutting the Curtens._ _Enter Musitions._ _Nur_: Put vp, put vp, this is a wofull case. _Exit._ 80