Hold, take these keys and fetch more spices, Nurse
They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath crow'd The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three a' clock. Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica, Spare not for cost.
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up, I'll go and chat with Paris. Hie, make haste , Make haste the bridegroom he is come already, Make haste, I say.
What, dress'd, and in your clothes, and down again? I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady! Alas, Alas! Help, help! my lady's dead! O weraday that ever i was born! Some aqua-vitae, ho! My lord, My lady!
o me ,o me , my child, my only life revive, look up , or I will die with thee Help Help
Ready to go, but never to return.
have I thought long to see this morning's face, And doth it give me such a sight as this?