The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]Shakespeare, William
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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 7 of 9]
Shakespeare, William
English drama
_Cap._ Ha! let me see her. Out, alas! she's cold; 25
Her blood is settled and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
_Nurse._ O lamentable day![1331]
_La. Cap._ O woeful time![1332] 30
_Cap._ Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,[1332]
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.[1332][1333]
_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]
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