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114 ROMEO AND JULIET. Lady Capulet. me, me ! My child, my only life, Eevive, look up, or I will die with thee ! — Help, help ! Call help. Enter Capulet. Ccqndet. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; alack the day ! Lady Capillet. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead ! Capulet. 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. Nurse. lamentable day ! Lady Capulet. woful time ! 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 a?zcZ Paris, ivith Musicians. Friar Laurence. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ? Capulet. Eeady to go, but never to return. son ! the night before thy wedding-day