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Scene III.

ROMEO AND JULIET.
Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ;

And pluck the mangled Tybalt from bis shroud ?
I'll not to bed 10-night ;-let me alone ; [ho I and, in this rage, with some great kiusinan's bone,
I'll play the housewife for this once. - What, As with a club, dash out my desperate brains?
They are all forth : well, I will walk myself o look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
To county Paris, to prepare him up (light, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Against to-morrow : my heart is wondrous Upon a rapier's point :-Stay, Tybalt, stay !
Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Romeo, I come ! this do I drink to thee.

(Exeunt.

[She throws herself on the Bed
SCENE III.-JULIET's Chamber.

SCENE IV,-CAPULET's Hall.
Enter JOLIET and NURSE.

Enter Lady CAPULET and NURSE.
Pul. Ay, those attires are best :-But, gen.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch tle nurse,

moje spices, nurse. I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the For I have need of many orisons

pastry. To move the heavens to smile upon my state,

Enter CAPULET. Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.

Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock

hath crow'd, Enter LADY CAPULET.

The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica : my help?

Spare not for cost. Jul. No, madam ; we have cull'd such neces.

Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go, saries

Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow As are behoveful for our state to-morrow:

For this night's watching. So please you, let me now be left alone,

Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd And let the nurse this night sit up with you;

ere now
For, I am sure, you have your hands full ali All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.
In this so sudden business.

La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse hunt +
La. Cap. Good night!

in your time : Get thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need.

But I will watch you from such watching---now, (Ereunt Lady CAPULET and NURSE.

(Ereunt Lady CAPULET and Nursé. Jul. Farewell! -God knows, when we shall Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-bood !--Now, meet again.

fellow, I have a faint cold fear thrills through my

What's thcre ? veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life :

Enter SERVANTS with Spits, Logs, and

Baskets.
I'll call them back again to comfort me :--
Nurse ! - What should she do here?

1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know My dismal scene I needs must act alone.-

not what. Come phial.-

Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit I SERV.) What if this mixture do not work at all ?

Sirrah, fetch drier logs ; Must I of force be married to the county ? Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are, No, no ;--ibis shall forbid it :- lie thou there.-- 2 Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out (Laying down a Dagger.

logs, What is it be a poison, which the friar

And never trouble Peter for the matter. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreBecause he married me before to Romeo ?

son ! ha, I fear, it is : and yet methinks it should not, Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith 'tis day : For he hath still been tried a holy man : The county will be hear with music straight, I will not entertain so bad a thought.--

[fusic within. How if, when I am laid into the tomb,

For so he said he would. I hear him near :-
I wake before the time that Romeo

Nurse !-Wife ! what, ho !-what, Nurse, I say !
Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point!

Enter NURSE.
Shall I not then be stilled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air

Go,

waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; breathes in,

l'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?

Make haste! the bridegrooın he is come alOr, if I live, is it not very like

ready : The horrible conceit of death and night,

Make haste, I say !

(Exeunt. Together with the terror of the place,As in a vault, and ancient receptacle,

SCENE V.-JULIET'S Chamber; JULIET ON
Where, for these many hundred years, the

the Bed.
tones
of all my buried ancestors are pack'd;

Enter NURSE.
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Nurse. Mistress ! - what, mistress !-Juliet !
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they

-fast, I warrant her, she :

Why, lamb !-why, lady !--fie, you slus-a bed !-At some honrs in the night spirits resort ;- Why, love, I say! - madam! sweet-heart! Alack, alack! is it not like that I,

why, bride! So early waking, -wbat with loathsome smells ; What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the

now:

irant, earth,

Sleep for a week :-for the next night, I war-
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad; +- The county Paris hath set np his rest,
Oh! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, I That you shall rest but little.--God forgive me,
Environed with all these hideous fears?

(Marry and amen !) how sound is she asleep! And madly play with my forefathers' joints ? I needs must wake her :- Madam, madam,

madam!
• Prayers.

Ay, let the county, take you in your bed ;
+ The fabulous accounts of the plant called a man.
drcke give it a degree of animal life, and when it is torn
from the ground it groans, which is fatal to him that

• The room where pies were made.
palls it up
1 Distracted

+ Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman.

(Erit.

say,

cold ;

be gone.

He'll fright you up, Pfaith.--Will it not be ? And all the better is it for the maid: What, dress'd! and in your clothes / and down your part in her you could not keep from death ; again!

But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. I must needs wake you : Lady ! lady! lady! The most you sought was-her promotion ; Alas! alas !-Help! help ! my lady's dead ! For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd : O well-a-day, that ever I was born

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, Some aquavitæ, ho !--my lord !--my lady! Above the clouds, as bigh as heaven itself?

Oh ! iu this love, you love your child so ill, Enter Lady CAPULET.

That you ruu mad, sering that she is well : La. Cap. What noise is here?

She's not well married, that lives married long ; Nurse. 0 lamentable day!

But she's best married, that lies married La. Cap. What is the matter?

young. Nurse. Look, look! o heavy day!

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary La. Cap. O me, o me! my child, my only on this fair corse ; and as the custom is, life,

In all her best array bear her to church : Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! - For though fond nature bids us all lament, Help, help!-call help.

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival, Enter CAPULET.

Turu from their office to black funeral : Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord Our instruments, to melaucholy bells; is come.

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change ; alack the day !

Our bridal flowers serve for a buried curse, La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's And all things cbange them to the contrary. dead, she's dead.

Fri. Sir, you go in,-and, madam, go with Cap. Ha! let me see her :-Out, alas! she's

him;

And go, Sir Paris ;---every one prepare Her blood is settled ; and her jonts are stiff';

To follow this fair corse unto her grave : Life and these lips have long been separated :

The beavens do low'r upon you, for some ill; Death lies on her like an untiinely frost

Move thein no more, by crossing their bigh will. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

[Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPU. Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

LET, PARIS, and FRIAR. Nurse. O lamentable day!

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and La. Cap. O woeful tine i Cap. Death, that bath ta'eu her hence to Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up; make me wail,

put up; Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

(Exit NURSE. Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Mu. I Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be SICIANS.

amended. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church !

Enter PETER. Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :

Pet. Musicians, o musicans, Heart's ease, O son, the night before thy wedding-day

heart's ease ; 0 an you will have me live, play Hath death laiu with thy bride :--See, there she-heart's ease. lies,

1 Mus. Why heart's ease ? Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir ; plays--My heart is full of woe : play me My daughter he bath wedded ! I will die,

some merry dump to comfort me. And leave him all ; life leaving, all is death's. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to Par. Have I thought long to see this morn- play now. ing's face,

Pet. You will not then ? And doth it give me such a sight as this?

2 Mus. No. La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hate- Pet. I will then give it you soundly. ful day!

I Mus. What will you give us? Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek : 1 In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

I will give you the minstrel. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

creature. And cruel death halb catch'd it from my sight. Pet. Then will I lay the serving.creature's Nurse. O woe! 0 woeful, woeful, woeful dagger on your pate. I will carry no croicheis : day!

I'll re you, I'll ja you : Do you note me ? Most lamentable day? most woeful day,

1 Mus. An you re us, and sa us, you note us. I bat ever ever I did yet behold !

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put O day ! 0 day! 0 day! bateful day!

out your wit. Never was seen so black a day as this :

Pet. Then have at you with my wit ; I will O woeful day, 0 woeful day!

dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up iny Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, iron dagger :- Answer me like men :

slain ! Most détestable death, by thee beguilil,

When griping grief the heart doth wound, By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown !

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, O love ! o life !--not life, but love in death! Then music, with her silver sound; Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, why, silver sound ? why music with her sil. kill'd!

ser sound ? Uncomfortable time! why can'st thou now To murder murder our solemnity?

What say you, Simon Cattling? O child ! O child ! - my soul, and not my

I Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver bath a

sweet sound. child Dead art thou, dead !--alack! my child is dead ;

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? : And, with my child, my joys are buried !

2 Mus. I say-silier sound, because inusi.

cians sound for silver. Fri. Peace, bo, for shame! confusion's cure

lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself

• Dumps were heavy mournful tanes.

† To pleek is to scol', and a glérkman signified a minstre Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all, 1" And the jocund rebecar sound."... Milton.

Pet. Pretty too ! - What say you, James A beggarly account of empty boxes, Soundpost?

Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Remuants of packthread, and old cakes of roses

Pet. 0 I cry you mercy! yon are the singer : Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show, I will say for you. It is music with her silver Noting this penury, to myself I said sound, because such fellows as you have seldom And if a man did need a poison now, gold for sounding :

Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Then music, with her silver sound,

Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. With speedy hely doth lend redress.

o this same thought did but forerun my (Exit singing.

need ;

And this same needy man must sell it me. 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? As I remember, this should be the house :

2 Mus. Hang bin, Jack! Come, we'll iu bere; Being holiday, the beggar's skop is shut.-tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner.

What, ho! apothecary!
[Ereunt.

Enter APOTHECARY.
Ap. Who calls so loud ?

Rom. Come bither, man.-I see that thou
ACT V.

art poor ;

Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
SCENE 1.-Mantua.- A Street.

A dram of poison; such soo11-speeding geer

As will disperse itself through all the veins, Enter ROMEO.

That the life-weary taker may fall dead,

And that the trunk may be discharg'd of Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye or

breath sleep,

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : Doth burry froin the fatal cannon's womb. My bosom's lord † sits lightly in his throne ; Ap. Such mortal drugs I have ; but MauAnd, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

tua's law Lifts me above the ground with cheerful is death, to any he that utters them. thongbts.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchI dreamt my lady came and found me dead;

edness, (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to and fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, think.)

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

The world is not thy friend, nor the worid's Ah ine! how sweet is love itself possess'u,

law : When but love's sbadows are so rich in joy? The world affords no law to make thee rich ;

Then be not poor but break it, aud take Enter BALTHAZAR.

this. News from Verona !-How now, Balthazai ? Ap. My poverty, but not my will, couDost thou not bring nie letters from the friar ?

sents. How doth my lady? Is my father well?

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;

Ay. Put this in any liquid thing you will. For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

And drink it ofl; and, if you had the strength Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be of twenty men,

it

would despatch you

straight. Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,

Rom. There is thy gold : worse poison to And ber'immortal part with angels lives;

men's souls, I saw ber laid low in her kindred's vault,

Doing more murders in this loathsome world, And presently took post to tell it you :

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

not sell : Since you did leave it for my office, Sır.

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !- Farewell ; buy food and get thyself in tesh. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and Conne, cordial, and not poison ; go with me paper,

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. And bire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

[ Exeunt. Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus :

SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Somne misadventure.

Enter Friar JOHN.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

John. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho ! Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom. No matter : get thee gone,

Lau. This same should be the voice of fiar And hire those borses ; I'll be with thee straight.

John. [Exit BALTHAZAR. Welcome from Mautua : What says Romeo ? Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Let's see for means : O mischief, thou art John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, swift

One of our order to associate me, To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! Here in this city visiting the sick, I do remember an apothecary,

And finding him, the searchers of the town, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted Suspecting that we both were in a house In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,

Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Culling of simples ; I meager were bis looks, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us Sharp misery had worn him to the bones :

forth; And in his needy shop a tortoise bung,

So that my speed to Mantua

there was An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

stay'd. or ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

John. I could send it,- here it is • This act is now introduced by a solemn dirge, and

again, + funeral wrvice

+ 1. e. Lore. 1 Herbs.

• Stu!

ill ;

not

grier,

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. So fearful were they of intection.

(Retires. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of 'The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

death Of dear import; and the neglecting it

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, May do much danger: Friar John, go hence ; Thus i enforce thy rotten jaws to open. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight (Breaking open the Door of the Monument. Unto my cell.

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. (Exit. Par. This is that banish'd haughty MoutaLau. Now must I to the monument alone ;

gue, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; That murder'd my love's cousin ; -with which She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Hatb bad no notice of these accidents :

It is supposed the fair creature died, But I will write again to Mautua,

And here is come to do some villanous shame And keep her at ny cell till Romeo come ;

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend bim.-Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb !

[Advances. (Exit. Stop thy unballow'd toil, vile Montague ;

Can vengeance be pursu'd farther than death ? SCENE III.-A Church-Yard ; in it, a Mo. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : nument belonging to the CapuLETS. Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I Enter Paris, and his Page bearing Flowers

bither.and a Torch.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence and Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these stand aloof;

gone ; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

Heap not another sin upon my head,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; By urging me to fury :-0 be gone!
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, By heaven, I love thee better than myself:
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) For I come hither arm'd against myself :
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say-
As signal that thou hear’st something approach.

A madman s mercy bade thee run away.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

Par. I do defy thy conjurations, *
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone And do attach thee as a felon here.
Here in the church-yard ; yet I will adventure. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at

(Retires.
thee, boy,

[They night. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers 1 strew thy Page. O lord! they fight : 1 will go call the bridal bed :

watch.

[Erit Pace. Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Par. 0 I am slain ! (Falls.)-i thou be The perfect model of eternity;

merciful, Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies. Accept this latest favour at my hands;

Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,

face ;With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb ! Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

[The boy whistles. What said my man, when my betossed soal The boy gives warning, something doth ap- Did not attend him as we rode ? I think, proach.

He told me Paris should have married Juliet : What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,

Said he not so ? or did I dream it so ?
To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rites? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
What, with a torcli!-mutte me, night, a while. To think it was so?-o give ine thy hand,

(Retires.

One writ with me in sour misfortme's book!

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR with a Torch, A grave ? o no; a lantern, 1 slaughter'd youth, Mattock, &c.

For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench- This vault a feasting presence I full of light. ing iron.

Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning

[Laying Paris in the Monument. See thou deliver it to iny lord and father.

How oft when men are at the point of death Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Have they been merry? which their keepers Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,

call And do not interrupt ine in my course.

A ligbtning before death : Oh! how may I Why I descend into this bed of death,

Call this a lightning ?--O my love! my wife! Is partly, to behold my lady's face :

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, But, chiefly, to take hence from her dead finger

Hath had no power yet upon thy beanty : A precious ring; a ring that I must use

Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet In dear employment : + therefore hence, be. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry (gone :- And death's pale fag is not advanced there.In what I further sball intend to do,

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Oh ! what more favour can I do to thee, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy Than with that band that cut thy youth in limbs :

twain, The time and my intents are savage-wild ;

To sunder his that was thine enemy? More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Forgive me, cousin !--Ah ! dear Juliet, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble That unsubstantial Death is amorous ; you.

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Rom. So shalt thon show me friendship.-- Thee here in dark to be his paramour ? Take thou that:

For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good And never from this palace of dim night fellow.

Depart again; bere, here will I remain Bal. For all this same, I'll bide me here- With worms that are thy chambermaids; O here about ;

• I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i.e. depart. way?

+ The allusion is to a lousre or turret full of window • 1. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

by means of which aicient kalls, &c. are illuminated. 71«. Action of importance.

* Presence chamber.

cary!

you well.

Scene III.
ROMEO AND JULIET.

23:57 Will I set mp my everlasting rest;

To make me die with a restorative. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

(Kisses him.
From this work-wearied desh.-Eyes, look your Thy lips are warm !
last!

i Watch. (Within.) Lead, boy :-Which
Arins, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
Ibe doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Jul. Yea, noise 3-then I'll be brief.-0 happy
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-

dagger! Come, bitter conduct, cuine, unsavoury guide!

(Snatching Romeo's Dagger. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herselj.) there rust, The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !

and let me die. Here's to my love!--[Drinks.) o true apothe

(Falls on Roueo's Body, and dies. shy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. Enter Warca, with the PAGE of PARIS.

[Dies.

Page. This is the place ; there, where the

torch doth burn. Enter at the other end of the Church-Yard, Friar LAURENCE, wilk a Lantern, Crow,

I Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about and Spade.

the church-yard :

Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attachi.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-

(Ereunt some.
night

Pitiful sight ; here lies the county slain ;Have my old feet stumbled at graves 2-Who's And Juliet bleeding ; warm, and newly dead, there?

Who here bath lain these two days buried.
Who is it that cousorts, so late, the dead

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,-
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Raise up the Montagues,-some others search ;-

[Ereunt other WATCHMEN,
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my We see the ground whereon these woes do lie ;
friend,

But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
What torch is youd', that vainly lends his light We cannot without circumstance descry.
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHAZAR.
Bal. It doth so, holy Sir ; and there's my

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him master, One that you love.

in the church-yard. Fri, Who is it?

I Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince Bal. Romeo.

come hither.
Fri. How long hath he been there

Enter another WATCHMAN, with Friar
Bal. Full half an hour.

LAURENCE.
Fri. Go with me to the vault.
Bal. I dare not, Sir:

3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, My master knoirs pot, but I am gore hence;

sighs, and weeps : And fearfully did menre me with death,

We took this mattock and this spade from him. if I did stay to look on his intents.

As he was coming from this church-yard side.
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes

1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the triar

too.
upor me :
O much I'fear sene ill unlucky thing.

Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
1 dreamt my master and another fought,

Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
And that my master slew him.

That calls our person from our inorning's rest?
Fri. Romeo ?

(Advances. Enter CAPULET, Lady Capulet, and others. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stopy entrance of this sepulchre ?

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek H bat mean these masterless and gory swords

abroad ? To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?

La. Cap. The people in the street cry{Enters the Monument.

Romeo, Romeo! oh! pale !– Who else ? what, Paris Some-Juliet, and some-Paris ; and all run, too

With open outcry toward our monument. And steep'd in blood 1-Ah! what an unkind Prince. What fear is this, which startles in bour

our ears is guilty of this lamentable chance !-

1 Watch. Sovereign, bere lies the county The lady stirs. (JULIET wakes and stirs.

Paris slain;
Jul. 0 comfortable friar ! where is my lord I

And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before,
I do remember well where I should be,

Warm and new kill'd.
and there I am :-Where is my Romeo ?

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this fonl (Noise within,

murder comes. Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from

I Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd that nest

Romeo's man; of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

With instruments upon them, fit to open

These dead inen's tombs.
A greater power than we can contradict
Hatb thwarted our intents ; come, come away:

Cap. O beavens ! O wife! look how our daugh-
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ;

ter bleeds! And Paris too :--come, I'll dispose of thee

This dagger bath mista'en,- for lo! his house
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns :

Is empty on the back of Montague,
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ;

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Come, go, good Juliet,--(Noise again.) I dare La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a stay no longer.

[Exit.

bell,
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
away,

Enter MONTAGUE and others.
What's bere a cup, clos'd in my true love's
band?

Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early
Poison, I see, hath been bis timeless end :

up, o churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To see thy son and heir more early down. To help me after 1-1 will kiss thy lips ;

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

nigbt.

• 1. e. The scabbard,

2 L

• Conductor

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