My master knows not but I am gone hence; 132 Go, some of you; whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. 175 Go, tell the prince, run to the Capulets, Raise up the Montagues, some others search: [Exeunt others of the Watch. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. Re-enter some of the Watch, with BAL THASAR. 181 First Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, 196 Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter d Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open 200 These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heaven!-O wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en!-for, lo, his house 204 Lady Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 248 bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enter MONTAGUE and Others. Prince. Come, Montague: for thou art early up, 208 To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas! my liege, my wife is dead to night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. 212 Being the time the potion's force should Of her awakening,-here untimely lay Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in And bear this work of heaven with patience; this, But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, And she, too desperate, would not go with me, But, as it seems, did violence on herself. Ail this I know; and to the marriage And know their spring, their head, their true Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this descent; And then will I be general of your woes, Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, And lead you even to death: meantime for- Unto the rigour of severest law. Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. 236 241 244 The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dire night, 264 268 And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, 276 If I departed not and left him there. Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it. Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave, 281 284 And bid me stand aloof, and so I did; Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And I, for winking at your discords too, This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Mon. But I can give thee more; For I will raise her statue in pure gold; 296 As that of true and faithful Juliet. 304 Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: That while Verona by that name is known. 300 For never was a story of more woe There shall no figure at such rate be set 309 [Exeunt. More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well Trumpets sound. Enter LORD TIMON, address- 96 His means most short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires To those have shut him up; which, failing, Whose present grace to present slaves and But to support him after. Fare you well. servants 72 This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks, With one man beckon'd from the rest below, Poet. 108 Mess. All happiness to your honour. [Exit. Enter an Old Athenian. Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak. Freely, good father. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have so: what of him? 113 Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee. |