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Disk II - 07 Ill News [Act 5, Scene 1]
Make vocals [Romeo & Balthasar]
Romeo has not received the Friar’s letter telling him of the plan.
And so takes the news of Juliet’s ‘death’ as the truth.
Romeo: If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand,
My bosom’s Lord sits lightly in his throne:
And all this day an unaccustom’d spirit,
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my Lady came and found me dead,
(Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think )
And breath’d such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv’d and was an Emperor.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy.
Enter Romeo’s man Balthasar
News from Verona, how now Balthasar,
Dost thou not bring me letters from the Friar?
How doth my Lady? Is my father well?
How doth my Lady Juliet? That I ask again,
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Man: Then she is well, and nothing can be ill,
Her body sleeps in Capels’ monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred’s vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news.
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