Full half hour hath I been waiting here
Whilst my master in this monument there is
With his dead paramour
To commit, he claims, he claims that is his office
I fear the worst for my masters health
For at a an apothecary we did call
On our pitiless journey, And Romeo did enter
With a bag of golden ducats to buy I fear
A dram of soon speeding gear
On my life
I worry for his mortal soul
Late this day I brought him this lamentable news
And not a letter from the priest
On hearing of his lady’s death
I presently took post
To bring, this glooming cloud
But my office demands me to serve my master
And he is a kind and virtuous man and doth pay me well
On such a woeful day for my lord
to serve him I am glad
though, through these times, solemnity
is for shame
For my masters mistress, his lady wife
Hath been cheated of her youthful life
Weraday, alas, I could ne’er feel
The pain of my cheated master ,
Death hath made a cuckold of him
For the bringer of death
With his lady doth lay,
Verona hath been cheated by the reaper grim
The lady Juliet is cheated of her youthful life
Master Romeo, of his lady wife
The Capulets have lost a loving daughter
And so soon I fear,
The Montagues will be a kinsman short.
Ay me, it feels as if this wretched day
Could be the general doom,
Or for my master it doth spell it so
Oh, Romeo, my Master oh,
It is as if the envious cockatrice
Hath looked you so blindly in thine eyes
Ay, I can picture his rocking form
At the side, of his dead lady’s corse
it is for so certain, it is written in the stars,
that my master will confound his life
I picture him, shedding brinish tears
Onto the lady’s sallow cheeks
I have hid me, hereabout,
For there was something to fear me
In my masters saddened eyes tonight
He told me he was,
To retrieve a precious ring,
Doubt it not, I can’t for believe it I
His intents are different.
Oh, before I woke to this worry and woe
I did sleep under here yew tree
I dreamt a dream, I dreamt my master
And another fought, and Romeo, my Master
Slew him, But halt.
Here hurries past the preist,
of my presence I shall enlighten him,
and tell him of my concerns.
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