Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet!—Fast, I warrant her,
she.—
Why, lamb! Why, lady! Fie, you slug-a-bed.
Why, love, I say. Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, bride!
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now.
5
Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant,
The County Paris hath set up his rest
That you shall rest but little.—God forgive me,
Marry, and amen. How sound is she asleep!
I must needs wake her.—Madam, madam, madam!
10
Ay, let the county take you in your bed.
He'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
(opens the bed curtains)
What, dressed and in your clothes, and down again?
I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!—
15
Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady's dead!—
Oh, welladay, that ever I was born!—
Some aqua vitae, ho!—My lord! My lady!
NURSE
Mistress! Hey, mistress! Juliet! I bet she's fast asleep.
Hey, lamb! Hey, lady! Hey, you lazy bones! Hey, love, I say! Madam!
Sweetheart! Hey, bride! What, you don't say a word? You
take your beauty sleep now. Get yourself a week's worth of
sleep. Tomorrow night, I bet, Count Paris won't let you get
much rest. God forgive me. Alright, and amen. How sound asleep she
is! I must wake her up. Madam, madam, madam! Yes, let the count take
you in your bed. He'll wake you up, I bet. Won't
he?
(she opens the bed curtains) What?
You're still dressed in all your clothes. But
you're still asleep. I must wake you up. Lady! Lady! Lady!
Oh no, oh no! Help, help! My lady's dead! Oh curse the day
that I was born! Ho! Get me some brandy! My lord! My lady!
