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31 lip 2015 · Synopsis: The Nurse finds Juliet in the deathlike trance caused by the Friar’s potion and announces Juliet’s death. Juliet’s parents and Paris join the Nurse in lamentation. Friar Lawrence interrupts them and begins to arrange Juliet’s funeral.
For though fond nature bids us an lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Capulet. All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, 2745 Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
(Nurse; Juliet; Lady Capulet; Capulet; Friar Lawrence; County Paris; First Musician; Second Musician; Third Musician; Peter) The Nurse cheerfully attempts to wake Juliet, only to find her lying dead on the bed. Her calls for help draw the Capulets in, and all begin to lament.
LADY CAPULET. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Most miserable hour that e’er time saw In lasting labor of his pilgrimage. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catched it from my sight!
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! 45 Most miserable hour that e'er time saw. In lasting labor of his pilgrimage. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, But one thing to rejoice and solace in, And cruel death hath catched it from my sight! LADY CAPULET. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
LADY CAPULET. O woful time! CAPULET. Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak. Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris with Musicians. FRIAR LAWRENCE. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? CAPULET. Ready to go, but never to return. O son, the night before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy ...
Lady Capulet. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Capulet. Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. [Exeunt JULIET and Nurse] Lady Capulet. We shall be short in our provision: 'Tis now near night. Capulet. Tush, I will stir about, And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; 2540
