_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 _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] _Pet._ You will not then? _First Mus._ No.[1369] _Pet._ I will then give it you soundly. _First Mus._ What will you give us? 110