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APPENDIX I
| All cry. | And all our ioy, and all our hope is dead, Dead, lost, undone, absented, wholy fled. |
| Cap. | Cruel, uniust, impartiall destinies, Why to this day have you preserved my life? To see my hope, my stay, my ioy, my life, Deprivde of sence, of life, of all by death, Cruell, uniust, impartiall destinies. |
| Cap. | O sad fac'd sorrow map of misery, Why this sad time have I desird to see. This day, this uniust, this impartiall day Wherein I hop'd to see my comfort full, To be deprivde by suddaine destinie. |
| Moth. | O woe, alacke, distrest, why should I live? To see this day, this miserable day. Alacke the time that ever I was borne, To be partaker of this destinie. Alacke the day, alacke and welladay. |
| Fr. | O peace for shame, if not for charity. Your daughter lives in peace and happines, And it is vaine to wish it otherwise. Come sticke your Rosemary in this dead coarse, And as the custome of our Country is, In all her best and sumptuous ornaments, Convay her where her Ancestors lie tomb'd. |
| Cap. | Let it be so come wofull sorrow mates, Let us together taste this bitter fate. |
[They all but the Nurse goe foorth, casting Rosemary on her and shutting the Curtens.
The following in Q 1 corresponds to V. iii. 1–17:
Enter Countie Paris and his Page with flowers and sweete water.
| Par. | Put out the torch, and lye thee all along Under this Ew-tree, keeping thine eare close to the hollow ground. And if thou heare one tread within this Churchyard Staight give me notice. |
| Boy. | I will my Lord. |
[Paris strewes the Tomb with flowers.
