She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral :
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast ;9
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;-
And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill;

Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

[Exe. CAPULET, Lady CAP. PARIS, and Friar. 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. 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Enter PETER.

Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease; O, an you will have me live, play-heart's ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease?

Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays,— My 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. You will not then?

Mus. No.

Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

1 Mus. What will you give us?

Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek :* I will give you the minstrel.

[9] See Hamlet. p. 15.

[1] Dumps were heavy mournful tunes; possibly indeed any sort of move. ments were once so called, as we sometimes meet with a merry dump. Hence doleful dumps, deep sorrow, or grievous affliction, as in the next page, and in the less ancient ballad of Chevy Chace. It is still said of a person uncommonly sad, that he is in the dumps. RITSON.

[2] The use of this cant term is no where explained; and in all probability cannot at this distance of time, be recovered. To gleek however signified to put a joke or trick upon a person, perhaps to jest according to the coarse humour of that age. RITSON.

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, I'll fa 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 your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-beat 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?

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty What say you, Hugh Rebeck ?3

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver.

Pet. Pretty too!

What say you, James Sound-post? 2 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 such fellows as you have seldom gold for sounding: Then music with her silver sound, With speedy help doth lend redress.

[Exit, singing.

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same ? 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

ACT V.

[Exeunt.

SCENE 1.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. Romeo. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,' My dreams presage some joyful news at hand :

5 My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne :

[3] The fiddler is so called from an instrument with three strings, which is mentioned by several of the old writers. STEEVENS.

[4] If I may confide in those delightful visions which I have seen while asleep. MALONE.

[5] The three following lines are very gay and pleasing. But why does Shakspeare give Romeo this involuntary cheer fulness just before the extremity of unhappiness? Perhaps to show the vanity of trusting to those uncertain and casual exaltations or depressions, which many consider as certain foretokens of good and evil. JOHNSON.

And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;

(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think,)
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy
Enter BALTHASAR.

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;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;
Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
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.

Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!—
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post horses: I will hence to-night.

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.

Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Bal. No, my good lord.

Rom. No matter: Get thee gone,

And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.[Ex.BAL.
-Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to night.

Let's see for means :-0, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

I do remember an apothecary,

And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meager were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said-

An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house :
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
What, ho! apothecary!

Enter Apothecary.

Ap. Who calls so loud?

Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: Let me have

A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death, to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell:
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.-
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Friar LAURENCE's Cell. Enter Friar JoHN.

John. Holy Franciscan friar brother! ho!

Enter Friar LAURENCE.

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me,"

Here in this city visiting the sick,

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting, that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not send it,-here it is again,-
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Lau. Unhappy fortune by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger: Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents:

But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ;

[Exit,

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit.

SCENE III.

A Churchyard; in it, a Monument belonging to the CAPULETS. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch.

Par. Give me thy torch,boy: Hence,and stand aloof ;Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

[6] Each friar has always a companion assigned him by the superior when he asks leave to go out; and thus, says Baretti, they are a check upon each other. STEEVENS.

[7] Was not written on a trivial or idle subject.

STEEVENS.