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LADY CAPULET
O me, o me! My child, my only life.
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. [20]
Help, help! Call help!
Enter Capulet.
CAPULET
For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
NURSE
She’s dead, deceas’d! She’s dead! Alack the day!
LADY CAPULET
Alack the day! She’s dead, she’s dead, she’s dead!
CAPULET
Ha! Let me see her. Out alas. She’s cold, [25]
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.
NURSE
O lamentable day!
LADY CAPULET
O woeful time! [30]
CAPULET
Death, that hath ta’en her hence to make me wail
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Enter Friar (Laurence) and Paris and Musicians.
FRIAR LAURENCE
Come, is the bride ready to go to church?
CAPULET
Ready to go, but never to retum.
