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Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians.
Cap. Ready to go, but never to return.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face,
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyred, killed!
1 The quarto of 1597 continues the speech of Paris thus :
66 And doth it now present such prodigies ?
Accurst, unhappy, miserable man,
To live so vile, so wretched as I shall ? "
O child! O child !--my soul, and not my child !
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him;
1 Instead of this and the following speeches, the first quarto has only a couplet:
"Let it be so; come, woful sorrow-mates,
Let us together taste this bitter fate." The enlarged text is formed upon the poem.
1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest, good fellows, ah, put up; put up: For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
[Exit Nurse. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Pet. Musicians, O musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease.
1 Mus. Why heart's ease ?
Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself playsMy heart is full of woe. O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek ;3 I will give you the minstrel.
1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets; I'll re you,
Do you note me? i Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. 'Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out
I'll fa you.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat
1 This is the burden of the first stanza of A Pleasant New Ballad of Two Lovers:
“ Hey hoe! my heart is full of woe.” ? A dump was formerly the received term for a grave or melancholy strain in music, vocal or instrumental. It also signified a kind of poetical elegy. A merry dump is no doubt a purposed absurdity put into the mouth of master Peter.
3 A pun is here intended. A gleekman, or gligman, is a minstrel. To give the gleek, meant, also, to pass a jest upon a person, to make him appear ridiculous; a gleek being a jest or scoff
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men :
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music, with her silver sound, Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling ? 2
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pratest? What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?
2 Mus. I say-_silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.
Pet. Pratest too !--What say you, James Soundpost ? 3 Mus. Faith, I know not what to say.
Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer; I will say
for you. It is--music with her silver sound, because musicians have seldom gold for sounding
Then music, with her silver sound,
2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt.
1 This is part of a song by Richard Edwards, to be found in the Paradice of Dainty Devices, fol. 31, b. Another copy of this song is to be found in Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry.
2 This worthy takes his name from a small lutestring made of catgut his companion, the fiddler, from an instrument of the same name, mentioned by many of our old writers, and recorded by Milton as an instru. ment of mirth.
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Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustomed spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. I dreamed my lady came and found me dead, Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,) Ànd breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived, and was an emperor. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessed, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Rom. Is it even so ? Then I defy you, stars !
1 Thus the first quarto. The folio reads :
“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep.”
“If I may trust the flattery of sleep."