[1385] _Pretty too!_] Pope, from (Q1). _Prates to_, Q2. _Pratest to_, Q3 F1 F2. _Pratee to_, Q4. _Pratee too_: Q5. _Pratest too,_ F3 F4. _Thou pratest too_: Collier (Collier MS.). _James Soundpost_] _Samuel Sound-board_ Pope. [1386] _O ... sounding_:] Prose in Pope. Three lines in Qq Ff. [1387] _musicians_] _such fellows as you_ (Q1) Pope. _no gold_] _seldom gold_ (Q1) Capell. [1388] _Then ... redress._] Omitted by (Q1) Pope. Two lines by Johnson. One in Q2 Q3 Q4. Prose in Ff Q5. _The music ... sound Doth lend redress._ Theobald. [1389] [Exit.] Exit, singing. Theobald. [1390] First Mus.] 1. M. Capell. Min. Qq. Mu. Ff. [1391] _him, Jack!_] Hanmer. _him Iacke,_ or _him Jack_, Qq Ff. _him.--Jack_, Johnson. [1392] [Exeunt.] (Q1) Q4 Q5. Exit. The rest. ACT V. SCENE I. _Mantua. A street._[1393] _Enter_ ROMEO. _Rom._ If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,[1394] My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne,[1395] And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit[1396] Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. 5 I dreamt my lady came and found me dead-- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!--[1397] And breathed such life with kisses in my lips That I revived and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, 10 When but love's shadows are so rich in joy![1398] _Enter_ BALTHASAR, _booted_. News from Verona! How now, Balthasar! Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? How doth my lady? Is my father well? How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;[1399] 15 For nothing can be ill, if she be well. _Bal._ Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:[1400] Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,[1401] And her immortal part with angels lives.[1402] I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, 20 And presently took post to tell it you: O, pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir.[1403] _Rom._ Is it e'en so? then I defy you, stars![1404] Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,[1405] 25 And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. _Bal._ I do beseech you, sir, have patience:[1400][1406] Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. _Rom._ Tush, thou art deceived: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. 30 Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? _Bal._ No, my good lord.[1400][1407] _Rom._ No matter: get thee gone,[1408] And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [_Exit Balthasar._