The Complete Works of William Shakespeare

My master knows not but I am gone hence; 132 Go, some of you; whoe'er you find, attach. And fearfully did menace me with death

If I did stay to look on his intents.

Fri. L. Stay then, I'll go alone. Fear comes
upon me;

O! much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
136
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

Fri. L.

[Advances.] Romeo! Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains 140 The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

[Enters the tomb. 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.

145

[JULIET wakes. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo?

149

[Noise within.

[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. 176
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.

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Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and Others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit FRIAR LAURENCE. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? 161

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Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop
To help me after! I will kiss thy lips;
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him.
Thy lips are warm!

First Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy: which way? Jul. Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Snatching ROMEO'S dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rest, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO'S body and dies.

170

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there where the torch doth burn.

Cap. O, heaven! - wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en!-for, lo, his house

First Watch. The ground is bloody; search Is empty on the back of Montagueabout the churchyard.

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172 And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

Lady Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 248 bell,

Being the time the potion's force should

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in And bear this work of heaven with patience; this,

She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, 260

To press before thy father to a grave?
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a
while,

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, And she, too desperate, would not go with me,

216

But, as it seems, did violence on herself. Ail this I know; and to the marriage Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,

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268

Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true
descent;

And then will I be general of your woes,

And lead you even to death: meantime for- Unto the rigour of severest law.

bear,

And let mischance be slave to patience. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

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Fri. L. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place 224 Doth make against me, of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

228

Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date of
breath

Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this

city;

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For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. 236
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,
To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, -
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo
That he should hither come as this dire
night,

244

Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave,

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284

And bid me stand aloof, and so I did;
Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's
words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison 288
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? - Capulet! Montague!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, 292
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with
love;

And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd.
Cap. O brother Montague! give me thy
hand:
296

This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Mon.

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things:

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:

309

But I can give thee more;
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
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

I have, in this rough work, shap'd out a man, 44
Whom this beneath world doth embrace and hug
With amplest entertainment: my free drift
Halts not particularly, but moves itself
In a wide sea of wax: no levell'd malice
Infects one comma in the course I hold;
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on,
Leaving no tract behind.

Spurns down her late belov'd, all his dependants Which labour'd after him to the mountain's top

Not one accompanying his declining foot.
Pain. "Tis common:

Pain. How shall I understand you?
Poet.

A thousand moral paintings I can show
That shall demonstrate these quick blows of

Fortune's

The foot above the head.

More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well I will unbolt to you. 52 To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen You see how all conditions, how all mindsAs well of glib and slippery creatures as Of grave and austere quality-tender down Their services to Lord Timon: his large fortune, Upon his good and gracious nature hanging, 57 Subdues and properties to his love and tend

ance

All sorts of hearts; yea, from the glass-fac'd
flatterer

To Apemantus, that few things loves better 60
Than to abhor himself: even he drops down
The knee before him and returns in peace
Most rich in Timon's nod.
Pain.

I saw them speak together. Poet. Sir, I have upon a high and pleasant hill 64

Feign'd Fortune to be thron'd: the base o' the
mount

Is rank'd with all deserts, all kind of natures,
That labour on the bosom of this sphere
To propagate their states: amongst them all, 68
Whose eyes are on this sovereign lady fix'd,
One do I personate of Lord Timon's frame,
Whom Fortune with her ivory hand wafts to
her;

Trumpets sound. Enter LORD TIMON, address-
ing himself courteously to every suitor; a
Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him;
LUCILIUS and other servants following.
Tim.

Imprison'd is he, say you? Mess. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his debt,

His means most short, his creditors most strait:
Your honourable letter he desires

To those have shut him up; which, failing,
Periods his comfort.

And being enfranchis'd, bid him come to me.
'Tis not enough to help the feeble up,
But to support him after. Fare you well.
Mess. All happiness to your honour. [Exit.
Enter an Old Athenian.

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