The Nurse cheerfully attempts to wake Juliet, only to find her lying dead on the bed. Her calls for help draw the Capulets in, and all begin to lament. Friar Lawrence arrives for the wedding with Paris, and there is yet more lamentation until Lawrence quiets them and insists that Juliet is much happier now in heaven. Capulet orders that all the signs of merriment be change to mourning. The musicians are dismissed, though Peter asks them to play him a song he likes. They refuse, but hang around in the hopes of getting food and money. (130 lines)
NURSE. NurseMistress! 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;
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 needs must wake her. Madam, madam, madam!
Ay, let the County take you in your bed,
He’ll fright you up, i’ faith. Will it not be?
Draws back the curtains.
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!
Enter Mother, Lady Capulet.