from Act IV Scene V
[NURSE to JULIET]
Mistress, Juliet! Fie, you slug-a-bed! Why, love, sweetheart, what not a word? (IV.V.3)
How sound is she asleep? I needs must wake her up. Will it not be? Lady, lady, lady!
My lady is dead! O lamentable day! (IV.IV.15)
[CAPULET to all]
Let me see her, out, alas, she’s cold; her blood is settled. Life and this lips have separated.
Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail, ties up my tongue, makes my speech fail.
Ready to go to church, but never return, death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded; I will die and leave him all, life, living, all is Death’s (IV.V.30-40)
Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr’d, kill’d! O child, O child, my soul and not my child!
Dead art thou; alack my child is dead and with my child my joys are buried. (IV.V.60)
All things that we ordained festival, turn their office to black funeral (IV.V.85)
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