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Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Here's to my love !--[drinks.] 0, true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die.

[dies.

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR

LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. F. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to

night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! - Who's

there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows

you well.

F. Lau. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my

friend,
What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master, One that

you

love.
F. Lau. Who is it?
Bal.

Romeo.
F. Lau. How long hath he been there?
Bal.

Full half an hour.
F. Lau. Go with me to the vault.
Bal.

I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death,

If I did stay to look on his intents.
F. Lau. Stay then; I'll go alone :—fear comes

upon me.
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.
F. Lau.

Romeo ?-[advances.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolor'd by this place of peace ?

Centers the monument. Romeo! O, pale !—Who else? what, Paris too ; And steep'd in blood ? —Ah, what an unkind

hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! The lady stirs.

[Juliet wakes and stirs.
Ju. O, comfortable friar! where is my
I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am.- -Where is

my
Romeo ?

[noise within. F. Lau. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from

that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
A greater Power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents : come, come away :
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead,
And Paris too. Come; I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns.
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ;

lord?

Julia swaking. Acc Scene Il

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