Capulet’s Lament
All things festival
Turn black funeral
Our instruments to melancholy bells
Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast
My child is dead
And with my child
My joys are buried
Solemn hymns to sullen dirges
Bridal flowers laid on a casket
All things change to the contrary
My child is dead
My child is dead
And with my child
My joys are buried