Juliet, Scene 5

Act 4, Scene 5
Nurse:
Mistress! Hey, mistress! Juliet! I bet she’s fast asleep.
Hey, lamb! Hey, lady! You’re acting like a lazy person who lays lies in bed long after usual.
Hey, love, I say. Madam! Sweetheart! Hey, bride!
Why are you not responding? Take your small amounts of rest now; get a week’s worth of sleep. I bet Count Paris won’t let you rest much tomorrow night.
God forgive me, marry and amen. How sound asleep she is! I need to wake her up.
Madam, madam, madam! Let the count take you in your bed, I bet he will wake you up. Won’t he?
(Opens the bed curtains)
You got dressed in your clothes and went to sleep?
I need to wake you up.
Lady, lady, lady! Help, help! My lady’s dead!
Oh, curse the day I was born! Get me some brandy! My lord! My lady!
Lady Capulet enters.
Lady Capulet:
Why is there so much noise coming from in here?
Nurse:
Oh, tragic day!
Lady Capulet:
What is the matter?
Nurse:
Look, look. Oh, what a tragic day!

Lady Capulet:
Oh my, Oh my! My children, my only life, come back, look up, or I will die with you! Help, help! Call help.
Capulet enters.
Capulet:
For shame, bring Juliet out here. Paris is here.
Nurse:
She’s dead, deceased, she’s dead. Curse the day!
Lady Capulet:
Curse the day. She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!
Capulet:
What? Let me see her. Oh no! She’s cold.
Her blood has stopped, and her joints are stiff.
She has been dead for a while.
She’s dead like a sweetest flower of all field by a untimely frost.
Nurse:
Oh, sad day!
Lady Capulet:
Oh, miserable time.
Capulet:
Death, that has taken her to make me cry,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Friar Lawrence and Paris enter with Musicians.

Friar Lawrence:
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
Capulet:
R...

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...art,
And pain takes over your mind,
Then music with her silver sound—
(speaks)
Why “silver sound”? Why “music with her silver sound”?
What do you think, Simon Catling?
First Musician:
Well, sir, because silver has a sweet sound.
Peter:
That’s doesn’t sound right! What do you say, Hugh Rebeck?
Second Musician:
I say “silver sound” because musicians play for silver.
Peter:
That doesn’t sound right either. What about you, James Soundpost?
Third Musician:
I don’t know what to say.

Peter:
Oh, I’m sorry. You are the singer. I will answer it for you.
It is “music with her silver sound” because musicians have no gold
To make sounds.
(sings)
Then music with her silver sound
Makes you feel fine.
Peter exits.
First Musician:
He was so annoying!
Second Musician:
Forget about that guy, Jack! Come, we’ll go there.
We’ll wait for the mourners and stay for dinner.