Juliet.
Now bladder, do thy worst! (Takes the Bladder from her pocket.)
What if the Friar
Have hoaxed me after all, and played the liar!
Who knows? perhaps 'tis poison! well, I'll try it:
The man seems pious,—no one can deny it. (Drinks.)
Here's to thee, Romeo, Oh! what griping twinges!
The bitter draught my senses quite unhinges,— (Getting into Bed with much preparation.)
Methinks, these curtains sadly want new fringes. (Draws the Curtains.) Enter Nurse.

Nurse.
Come, come, Miss Juliet, pray turn out of bed.—
She's fast a sleep!—a downright lump of lead!
What, won't you stir? then, Madam, I'll soon make you.
Paris is waiting; therefore I must wake you.

Oh! mercy on me! Death her lips has sealed up;
Here's a fine botch! it never can be healed up:
Ho! Master!—Mistress, ho!— Enter Lady Capulet.

Lady.
Well, what's the matter?

Nurse.
O lamentable day! Come, and look at her;

Lady.
Oh, Juliet! turn thine eyes upon me, dear. Enter Capulet.

Capulet.
Why what the Devil makes you linger here?

Nurse.
She's dead as dishwater!

Capulet.
O dismal day!
Let me but see her—Oh, she's cold as clay!
Henceforth I'll nothing do but rave and bellow:—
Most luckless time! unfortunate old fellow! Enter Friar Lawrence and Paris.

Friar.
Is Juliet yet prepared to go to Church?

Capulet.
Yes, but when there, Sir, she'll be left i'th' lurch:

Death has obliged her all at once to halt:
She's now a corse.

Friar.
Then lay her in your vault.
Cheer up, don't cry so; 'tis no use.

Capulet.
That's true.

Friar.
I'll fetch the Undertaker—so adieu! [Exeunt.

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