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  • The morning after Juliet drank a sleeping potion that would make her appear dead in order to avoid marriage with Paris and protect her relationship with Romeo.
  • Mistress! What, mistress! Juliet! Fast, I warrant her, she- why lamb, why, lady! Fie, you slugabed! Why, love, I say! Madam! Sweetheart! Why, bride!
  • Ay, let the Country take you in your bed, he'll fright you up, i' faith. Will it not be?
  • Madam, madam, madam!
  • What, not a word? You take your pennysworths 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.
  • The nurse opens the curtains, revealing Juliet who appears dead.
  • Alas, alas! Help, help! My lady'sdead.
  • O, weraday, that ever I was born! Some aqua vitae, ho! My lord! My lady!
  • What, dressed, and in your clothes, and down again? I must needs wake you. Lady, lady, lady!
  • Lady Capulet enters, confused by the Nurse's noise.
  • What noise is here?
  • What is the matter?
  • Look, look! O heavy day!
  • O lamentable day!
  • Lady Capulet sees Juliet who appears dead.
  • O me! O me! My child, my only life, revive, look up, or I will die with thee. 
  • Help, help! Call help.
  • Lord Capulet enters, wondering why Juliet is not ready to wed Paris.
  • 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.
  • Lord Capulet sees Juliet and mourns her death although she is actually sleeping.
  • Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
  • 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 fireld.
  • O woeful time!
  • O lamentable day!
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