O Woeful Day

Nurse: Mistress 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?
 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 well-a-day that ever I was born,
 Some aqua-vitae ho, my Lord, my Lady.
 O woe, O woeful, woeful, woeful day,
 Most lamentable day, most woeful day
 That ever, ever I did yet behold.
 O day, O day, O day, O hateful day,
 Never was seen so black a day as this,
 O woeful day, O woeful day.