Mistress! Mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she. Marry and amen. How sound is she asleep! I needs must wake her.
I must needs wake you! Lady! Lady! Lady! Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady's dead!
What's the matter?
Look, Look! O heavy day!
O Me, O me! My child, my only life. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. Help, help! Call help!
For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
She's dead, deceased! She's dead! Alack the day!
Alack the day! She's dead, she's dead, she's dead!
Ha? Let me see her. Out, alas! She’s cold. Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff. Life and these lips have long been separated. Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.