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| Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Enter Romeo.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;

(Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to Rom. If I may trust the flattering eyed of

think,) sloop,

And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. My bonom's lord sits lightly in his throne; Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessid, And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy.

Plattering eye of sleep,- ) This is according to the earliest copy. The subsequent editions have "truth of sleep," which is still less intelligible. By "oye of sleep." Shakespeare perhaps meant leton, view, prospect. Thus, in "King John," Act II. Sc. 1.:

" These flags of France, that are advanced here

Before the eye and prospect of your town."

And in “Much Ado about Nothing," Act IV. Sc. 1:

" And every lovely organ of her life

Shall come apparell'd in more precious habit,
More moving-delicate and full of life,
Into the eye and prospect of his soul."

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Enter 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.

Bal. 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,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy* you, stars ! Thou knowest my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night.

Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience : * Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.

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(*) First folio, live. a I do beseech you, sir, have patience:) The quarto, 1597, reads,

" Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus."

Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd; i Apoth. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

law Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Is death, to any he that utters them. Bal. No, my good lord.

Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight. Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,

[Exit BALTHASAR. Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back, Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

The world is not thy friend. nor the world's law: Let's see for means :-0, mischief ! thou art The world affords no law to make thee rich; swift

Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men !

APOTH. My poverty, but not my will, consents. I do remember an apothecary (1)

Rom. I pay* thy poverty, and not thy will. And hereabouts he* dwells, which late I noted APOTH. Put this in any liquid thing you will, In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Culling of simples : meagre were his looks, Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones ;:

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

souls, An alligator stuff'd, and other skins

Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Of ill-shap'd fishes; and, about his shelves,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not A beggarly account of empty boxes,

sell : Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Noting this penury, to myself I said —

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. An if a man did need a poison now,

[Exeunt.
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell.
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house :

Enter Friar John.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
What, ho! apothecary!

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

Enter Apothecary.
APOтн.

Who calls so loud ?
Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art

poor ;
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Lau. This same should be the voice of friar

John.
Welcome from Mantua : what says Romeo ?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

JOHN. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

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(*) First folio, pray. c Hangs upon thy back,-) The quarto, 1597, reads, with at least equal force of expression,

"Upon thy back hangs ragged misery." d To associate me,-) It was the custom for each friar who had leave of absence to have a companion appointed him by the superior. In the Visitatio Notabilis de Seleburne, printed in White's "Natural History, &c. of Selborne," Wykebam enjoins the canons not to go abroad without leave from the prior, who is ordered on such occasions to assign the brother a companion, * ne suspicio sinistra vel scandalum oriatur."

Here in this city visiting the sick,

And finding him, the searchers of the town,-) It has been suggested, and seems very probable, that these lines have got transposed.

but although this reading has been adopted by several of the modern editors, and is perhaps preferable to the other, I have not felt justified in departing from the old text. The quarto, 1597, has,

" And starved famine dwelleth in thy cheeks."

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; i What cursed foot wanders this way * to-night, So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. To cross my obsequies, and true love's rite ?

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? What, with a torch !-muffle me, night, a while. JOHN. I could not send it,-here it is again,

[Retires. Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. Lau. Unhappy fortune ! by my brotherhood,

| Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a torch, The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

mattock, dc. Of dear import; and the neglecting it

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching May do much danger: Friar John, go hence;

iron. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning Unto my cell.

See thou deliver it to my lord and father. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Give me the light: upon thy life I charge thee

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Whate'er thou hear'st or see'st, stand all aloof, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; And do not interrupt me in my course. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo

Why I descend into this bed of death, Hath had no notice of these accidents :

Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: But I will write again to Mantua,

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And keep her at my cell till Romeo come ;

A precious ring; a ring, that I must use Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man's tomb!

In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: [Exit. But if thou, jealous,a dost return to pry

In what I further shall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, SCENE III.-A Church-yard ; in it, a monu And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs : ment belonging to the Capulets.

The time and my intents are savage-wild; Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and

More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. a torch,

BAL. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship: take aloof;- *

thou that: Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Under yon yew-trees + lay thee all along,

BAL. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, (Being loose, unfirm with digging up of graves,) Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to ope, As signal that thou hearest something approach.

[Breaking open the door of the monument. Give me those flowers : do as I bid thee, go. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! PAGE. I am almost afraid to stand alone,

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure. That murder'd my love's cousin ;—with which grief,

[Retires. It is supposed, the fair creature died, PAR. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed And here is come to do some villainous shame I strew,—

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him : (O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones !)

[4 dvances. Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;

Or wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans ; Can vengeance be pursued further than death? The obsequies that I for thee will keep,

Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave and weep. Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

[The boy whistles. | Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I The boy gives warning, something doth approach.

hither.—

(.) First folio, aloft.

(+) First folio, young trees. * The letter was not nice,-) Not trivial. See note 8, Act III. Sc. 1. p. 187.

b With flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-) By the modern punctuation of this passage, Paris is made to promise that he will nightly water, not the flowers, but the canopy of Juliet's “ bridal bed " !

c To strew thy grave and weep.) We subjoin this speech, as it stands in the original quarto edition, 1597 :

(*) First folio, wayes.
"Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed :
Sweete tombe, that in thy circuite dost containe
The perfect modell of eternitie;
Fair Juliet, that with angells dost remaine,
Accept this latest fauour at my hands;
That lining honourd thee, and being dead,

With funerall praises doe adorne thy tombe."
d But if thou, jealous,-) Suspicious.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; | Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain.
Fly hence and leave me;—think upon these* gone; To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Let them affright thee.—I beseech theo, youth, Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
Heap not another sin upon my head,

Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
By urging me to fury:-0, be gone!

That unsubstantial death is amorous;
By heaven, I love thee better than myself; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
For I come hither arm’d against myself :

Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
Stay not,-be gone ;-live, and hereafter say, For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

And never from this palace of dim night Par. I do defy thy conjurations,

Depart again ;' here, here will I remain And apprehend thee for a felon here.

With worms that are thy chamber-maids ; 0, here Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, Will I set up my everlasting rest; boy.

[They fight. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars PAGE. O lord ! they fight: I will go call the From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your watch.

[Exit Page.

last! Par. O, I am slain! [falls. 1-If thou be Arms, take your last embrace ! and Jips, O you merciful,

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. A dateless bargain to engrossing death :

Rom. In faith, I will:-let me peruse this face; Come, bitter conduct,8 come, unsavoury guide! Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on What said my man, when my betossed soul The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Did not attend him as we rode? I think

Here's to my love!--[drinks.] O, true apothecary! He told me, Paris should have married Juliet : Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die. Said he not so ? or did I dream it so?

[Dies. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand !

Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar One writ with me in sour misfortune's book ! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. A grave ? 0, no ! a lantern,' slaughter'd youth, Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft toFor here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

night This vault a feasting presence « full of light. Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? —Who's Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

there? . [Laying Paris in the monument. Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows How oft when men are at the point of death,

you well. Have they been merry! which their keepers call Fri. Bliss be upon you ! tell me, good my friend, A lightning before death ; 0, how may Î

What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light Call this a lightning ?–0, my love ! my wife ! To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my master, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet One that you love. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

FRI.

Who is it? And death's pale fag is not advanced there.

Romeo. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ? (2) Fri. How long hath he been there? 0, what more favour can I do to thee,

BAL.

Full half an hour.

BAL.

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a Heap not-] Thus the quarto, 1597. The quartos of 1599 and 1609. and the folio, 1623, have “Put not," for which Mr. Rowe substituted pull.

b Conjurations,-) This is the reading of the quarto, 1597. That of 1599 has "commiration," which led to the "commiseration" of the quarto, 1609, and the first folio. The meaning in “I defy thy conjurations" may be simply “I contemn your entreaties; " or, as he suspected Romeo had come to do some shame to the dead bodies, he might use conjurations in its ordinary sense of supernatural arts, and mean that he defied his necromantic charms and influence.

C A lantern,-) The lantern signified here was a louore, or, as it was styled in ancient records, lanternium; i. e. a spacious round or octagonal turret, full of windows, by means of which halls, and sometimes cathedrals, as in the noble example at Ely, are illuminated.

dA feasting presence-) Presence means presence-chamber; the state apartment of a palace.

I will believe,

Shall I believe," &c. 1 giving us a glimpse, as it were, of the author's own manuscript

f Depart again :-) In the quartos, 1599 and 1609, and also in the folio, 1623, which was printed from the latter edition the following lines occur here; they are omitted, however, in the undated quarto:

"Come lie thou in my arms,
Here's to thy health, where'er thou tumblest in,
O true apothecary,
Thy drugs are quick; thus with a kiss I die.

Depart again;"
This, there can be no doubt, as Malone suggested, was a different
version by the author, imperfectly cancelled in the manuscript
8 Bilter conduct Guide, conductor. So in Act III. Sc. I.:

"And fire-eyed fury be my conduct now."

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