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Or I will drag thee on a hurdle thither.

Which she hath praised him

with above compare Out, you green-sickness carrion! out, you baggage ! So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor; You tallow face!

Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain.La. Cap. Fie, fie! what, are you mad?

I'll to the friar, to know his remedy:
Jul. Good father, I beseech you on my knces, If all else fail, myself have power to die. [Edit.
Hear me with patience but to speak a word.

Cap. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch!
I tell thee what, -get thee to church o' Thursday,
Or never after look me in the face:

Speak not, reply not, do not answer me;
My fingers itch.-Wife, we scarce thought us blessid,

That God had sent us but this only child;
But now I see this one is one too much,

Enter Friar LAURENCE and PARIS.
And that we have a curse in having her :

Frå On Thursday, Sir? the time is very short. Out on her, hilding!

Par. My father Capulet will have it so; Nurse. God in heaven bless her!

And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so.

Fri. You say you do not know the lady's mind: Cap. And why, my lady wisdom? hold your tongue, Uneven is the course, I like it not. Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go.

Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Nurse. I speak no treason.

And therefore have I little talk'd of love; Cap. 0, God ye good den!

For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Nurse. May not one speak?

Now, Sir, her father counts it dangerous, Cap. Peace, you mumbling fool!

That she doth give her sorrow so much sway; Utter your gravity o'er a gossip's bowl,

And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage, For here we need it not.

To stop the inundation of her tears;
La. Cap. You are too hot.

Which, too much minded by herself alone,
Cap. God's bread ! it makes me mad : day, night, May be put from her by society:
At home, abroad, alone, in company, (late, early, Now do you know the reason of this haste.
Waking, or sleeping, still my care hath been

Fri. (Aside.] I would I knew not why it should be
To have her match'd : and having now provided Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. (slow'd
A gentleman of princely parentage,
of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd,

Enter JULIET. Stuff'd (as they say) with honourable parts,

Par. Happily met, my lady and my wife! Proportion'd as one's heart could wish a man,

Jul. That may be, Sir, when I may be a wife. And then to have a wretched paling fool,

Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday next. A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender,

Jul. What must be shall be. To answer—" I'll not wed,”_"I cannot love,".

Fri. That's a certain text. “I am too young," _“I pray you, pardon me;"

Par. Come you to make confession to this father? But, an you will not wed, I'll pardon you :

Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Graze where you will, you shall not house with me; Par. Do not deny to him that you love me. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest.

Jul. I will confess to you that I love him. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise:

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend;

Jul. If I do so, it will be of more price, An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee,

Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good :

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; Trust to't, bethink you ; I'll not be forsworn. [Exit. For it was bad enough before their spite. Jul. Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that reThat sees into the bottom of my grief?

Jul. That is no slander, Sir, that is a truth; (port. 0, sweet my mother, cast me not away!

And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Delay this marriage for a month, a week;

Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slanderd it. Or, if you do not, make the bridal bed

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Are you at leisure, holy father, now;
La. Cap. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word; Or shall I come to you at evening mass ?
Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Exit. Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive dauchter, now.--

Jul. O God!_o nurse! how shall this be prevented ? My lord, we must entreat the time alone.
My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;

Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !-
How shall that faith return again to earth,

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Unless that husband send it me from heaven

Till then, adieu ! and keep this holy kiss. [Exit Paris. By leaving earth ?-Comfort me, counsel me.-

Jul. O, mut the door and when thou hast done so, Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Upon so soft a subject as myself

Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; What say'st thou? hast thou not a word of joy?

It strains me past the compass of my wits: Some comfort, nurse ?

I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Nurse. 'Faith, here 'tis. Romeo

On Thursday next be married to this county. Is banish'd; and all the world to nothing,

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you ; Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth.

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help, Then, since the case so stands as now it doth,

Do thou but call my resolution wise, I think it best you married with the county.

And with this knife I'll help it presently. O, he's a lovely gentleman!

God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, Madam,

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo scald, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,

Shall be the label to another deed, As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt I think you are happy in this second match,

Turn to another, this shall slay them both: For it excels you first : or if it did not,

Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time, Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were,

Give me some present counsel ; or, behold, As living here and you no use of him.

"Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Jul. Speakest thou from thy heart ?

Shall play the umpire; arbitrating that Nurse. From my soul too;

Which the commission of thy years and art Or else beshrew them both.

Could to no issue of true honour bring. Jul. Amen!

Be not so long to speak; I long to die, Nurse. To what?

If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Fri. Hold, daughter: I do spy a kind of hope, Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,

Which craves as desperate an execution
Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, i As that is desperate which we would prevent.
To make confession, and to be absolved.

If, rather than to marry county Paris,
Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. (Exit. Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself,

Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend ! Then is it likely thou wilt undertake
Is it more sin to wish me thus forsworn,

A thing like death to chide away this shame, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue

That copist with death himself to scape from it;

And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy.

All our whole city is much bound to him. Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

Jul. Nurse, wíl you go with me into my closet, From off the battlements of yonder tower;

To help me sort such needful ornaments Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk

As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow! Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears ; La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house,

Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church to O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's ratting bones,

morrow. (Exeunt JULIET and Nurse. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless skulls;

La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

'Tis now near night. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;

Cap. Tush! I will stir about, Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: And I will do it without fear or doubt,

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her ; To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.

I'll not to bed to-night ;-let me alone; Fri. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent I'll play the housewife for this once. -What, ho!To marry Paris: Wednesday is to-morrow;

They are all forth: well, I will walk myself
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

To county Paris, to prepare him up
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light,
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. [Exeunt.
And this distilled liquor drink thou off:
When presently through all thy veins shall run

SCENE III.-JULIET'S Chamber. A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize

Enter JULIET and Nurse. Each vital spirit; for no pulse shall keep

Jul. Ay, those attires are best:-but, gentle nurse, His natural progress, but surcease to beat :

I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st;

For I have need of many orisons The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade

To move the heavens to smile upon my state,
To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Each part, deprived of supple government,

Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death:

La. Cap. What are you busy? do you need my help! And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

Jul. No, Madam; we have culi'd such necessaries Thou shalt remain full two-and-forty hours,

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

So please you, let me now be left alone, Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes

And let the nurse this night sit up with you; To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead:

For I am sure you have your hands full áll, Then (as the manner of our country is)

In this so sudden business. In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,

La. Cap. Good night! Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault,

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

(Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

Jul. Farewell |--God knows when we shall meet again. In the meantime, against thou shalt awake,

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins,
Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift;
And hither shall he come: and he and I

That almost freezes up the heat of life:
Will watch thy waking, and that very night

I'll call them back again to comfort me;Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

Nurse!—What should she do here? And this shall free thee from this present shame;

My dismal scene I needs must act alone.If no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

Come, phial.

What if this mixture do not work at all?
Abate thy valour in the acting it.
Jul. Give me, 0 give me! tell me not of fear.

Must I of force be married to the county?-
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous

No, no;—this shall forbid it:- lie thou there.In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed

(Laying down a danger.

What if it be a poison, which the friar
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.
Jul. Love, give me strength] and strength shall

Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead,
help afford.

Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Farewell, dear father!


Because he married me before to Romeo?

I fear it is; and yet, methinks, it should not, SCENE II.-A Room in CAPULET'S House.

For he hath still been tried a holy man:

I will not entertain so bad a thought.Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and Servants. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ. I wake before the time that Romeo

[Exit 1 Servant. Come to redeem me? there's a fearful point! Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, 2 Sero. You shall have none ill, Sir; for I'll try if

To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, they can lick their fingers.

And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Cap. How canst thou try them so?

Or, if I live, is it not very like, 2 Serv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick The horrible conceit of death and night, his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his Together with the terror of the place, fingers goes not with me.

As in a vault, an ancient réceptacle, Cap. Go, begone. -

[Exit 2 Servant. Where, for these many hundred years, the bones We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.

Of all my buried ancestors are pack'd; What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence?

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: At some hours in the night spirits resort;
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Alack, alack! is it not like that I,

So early waking, what with loathsome smells,
Nurse. See where she comes from shrift with merry

And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, look.


That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have you been

01 if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

Environed with all these hideous fears?
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition

And madly play with my forefathers' joints?

And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ?
To you and your behests; and am enjoin'd
By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, And beg your pardon :- pardon, I beseech you!

As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

0, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Cap. Send for the county; go tell him of this ;

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning.

Upon a rapier's point:--stay, î'ybalt, stay! Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence cell ;

Romeo, I comel this do I drink to thee. And gave him what becomèd love I might,

[She throws herself on the deal. Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty. Cap. Why, I am glad on't; this is well, -stand up:

SCENE IV.-CAPULET's Hall. This is as 't should be. Let me see the county;

Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse. Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither.

La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, Now, afore God, this reverend holy friar,


Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, Enter CAPULET.

And doth it give me such a sight as this?

La. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath Most miserable hour that e'er time saw The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-(crowd, In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! Look to the baked meats, good Angelica:

But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Spare not for cost.

But one thing to rejoice and solace in, Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go;

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow

Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! For this night's watching.

Most lamentable day! most woful day Cap. No, not a whit; what! I have watch'd ere now

That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick.

O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your Never was seen so black a day as this:
But I will watch you from such watching now. [time; O woful day, 0 woful day!
[Exeunt LADY CAPULET and Nurse.

Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain !
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood 1-Now, fellow, Most détestable death, by thee beguiled,
What's there?

By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets. O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! 1 Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know not what,

Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd !Cap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit1 Serv.)-Sirrah, To murder, murder our solemnity?-.

Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now fetch drier logs; Call Peter, te will shew thee where they are.

O childi ochild !-my soul, and not my child ! 2 Sero. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs,

Dead art thou, dead -alack! my child is dead; And never trouble Peter for the matter.


And with my child my joys are buried ! Cap. 'Miss, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha!

Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day:

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself The county will be here with music straight,

Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,

And all the better is it for the maid:

[Music within. For so he said he would.--I hear him near :

Your part in her you could not keep from death; Nurse !--Wife !-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say !

But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

The most you sought was her promotion;
Re-enter Nurse.

For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced :
Go waken Juliet, go and trim her up:

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced, I'll go and chat with Paris :-hie, make haste,

Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Make hasta! the bridegroom he is come already:

0, in this love, you love your child so ill, Make baste, I say!


That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

She's not well married that lives married long; SCENE V.-JULIET's Chamber; JULIET on the bed.

But she's best married that dies married young.

Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
Enter Nurse.

On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is, Nuse. Mistress !-what, mistress !-Juliet !—fast, I In all her best array bear her to church: warrant her, she:

For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Why, lamb !-why, lady !--fie, you slug-a-bed !-

Yet nature's tears re reason's merriment.
Why, ove, I say!—Madam!-sweet-heart l-why, bride! Cap. All things that we ordained festival,
What not a word ?-you take your pennyworths now; Turn from their office to black funeral:
Sleepfor a week: for the next night, I warrant, Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
The ounty Paris hath set up his rest,

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
That you shall rest but little. ---God forgive me,

Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; (Mary and amen!) how sound is she asleep!

Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, I nedis must wake her:-Madam, Madam, Madam! And all things change them to the contrary. Ay, et the county take you in your bed;

Fri. Sir, go you in,--and, Madam, go with him ;He'l fright you up, i' faith.-Will it not be?

And go, Sir Paris ;-every one prepare What, dress'di and in your clothes! and down again! To follow this fair corse unto her grave: I must needs wake you :-Lady! lady! lady!

The heavens do lower upon you, for some ill; Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead |-

Move them no more, by crossing their high will. O, well-a-day, that ever I was born

(Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR. Sone aqua vita, ho!-my lord I my lady!

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Enter LADY CAPULET.

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; Ca. Cap. Wha noise here?

For well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit Nurse. Vurse. O lamentable day!

1 Mus.' Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. La Cap. What is the matter?

Enter PETER. Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!

Pet. Musicians, 0 musicians, "Heart's ease, heart's La. Cap. O me, 0 me!--my child, my only life,

ease ;” 0, an you will have me live, play “ Heart's Rivive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help!--call help.

1 Mus. Why " Heart's ease ?"

Pet. O musicians, because my heart itself plays Enter CAPULET.

“ My heart is full of woe:" 0, play me some merry Cap. For shame! bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. dump to comfort me. Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. day!

[dead. Pet. You will not, then ? La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's Mus. No.

Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas ! she's cold; Pet. I will then give it you soundly. Her blood is settled; and her joints are stiff';

2 Mus. What will you give us ? Life and these lips have long been separated :

Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek-I will Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

give you the minstrel. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Accursèd timel unfortunate old man!

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on Nurse. O lamentable day!

your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re you, I'll La Cap. O woful time !

fa you; do you note me? Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. [wail, 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church ?

Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:

you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :

Answer me like men:
O son, the night before thy wedding-day
Hath death lain with thy bride :-see, there she lies,

" When griping grief the heart doth wound, Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;

Then music, with her silver sound" My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Why "silver sound?” why “music with her silver And leave him all; life, living, all is death's.

What say you, Simon Catling?



your wit.

1 Mus. Marry, Sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding gear Pd. Pretty!What say you, Hugh Rebeck?

As will disperse itself through all the veins, 2 Mus. I say silver sound," because musicians That the life-weary taker may fall dead; sound for silver.

And that the trunk may be discharged of breath Pet. Pretty too!--What say you, James Soundpost? As violently as hasty powder fired 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law say for you. It is "music with her silver sound," be Is death to any he that utters them. cause such fellows as you have seldom gold for sound Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, ing:

And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, " Then music, with her silver sound,

Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes,
With speedy help doth lend redress.”

Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's ky:

[Exit, singing. The world affords no law to make thee rich 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! Then be not poor, but break it, and take ths.

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry Ap. My poverty, but not my will, conserts. for the mourners, and stay dinner.

[Excunt. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.

Ap. Put this

in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength

Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison tomen's souls,

Doing more murders in this loathsome word,

Than these poor compounds that thou magst not sell:
Enter ROXEO.

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in fleshRom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Come, cordial, and not poison, go with me My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. [Ezeunt.
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead,

Enter FRIAE JOHN. (Etrange dream that gives a dead man leave to think,)

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,

Enter Friar LAURENCE. That I revived, and was an emperor.

Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,

Welcome from Mantua : what says Romeo?
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy?

Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter,

John. Going to find a barefoot brother out,
News from Verona !-How now, Balthazar?

One of our order, to associate me, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

Here in this city visiting the sick, How doth my lady? Is my father well?

And finding him, the searchers of the town, How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

Suspecting that we both were in a house For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill;

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. And her immortal part with angels lives;

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo! I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

John. I could not send it,--here it is again, And presently took post to tell it you:

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

So fearful were they of infection. Since you did leave it for my office, Sir.

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars !-

The letter was not nice, but full of charge, Thou know'st my lodging; get me ink and paper,

or dear import; and the neglecting it And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; Bal. Pardon me, Sir, I will not leave you thus:

Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Unto my cell. Some misadventure.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Rom. Tush, thou art deceived;

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do;

Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Bal. No, my good lord.

Hath had no notice of these accidents: Rom. No matter: get thee gone,

But I will write again to Mantus, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;[E:cit BALTHAZAR.

Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! [Eat. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means:--0 mischief, thou art swift SCENE III.-A Churchyard; in it a Monument belorTo enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

ing to the CAPULETS. I do remember an apothecary,-

Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a tork. And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. (aloof ;Sharp misery had worn him to the bones:

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; An alligator stuir'd, and other skins

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves

(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves) A beggarly account of empty boxes,

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,

As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Noting this penury, to myself I said

Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure. [Retires An if a man did need a poison now,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.

The perfect model of eternity; O, this same thought did but forerun my need;

Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, And this same needy man must sell it me.

Accept this latest favour at my hands ; As I remember, this should be the house:

That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. --

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! What, ho! apothecary!

[The Boy Chistle

The boy gives warning something doth approach. Enter Apothecary.

What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Ap. Who calls so loud ?

To cross my obsequies, and true love's rite! Rom. Come hither, man.--I see that thou art poor; What, with a torch!--muflle me, night, a while. Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have



For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; Enter Romeo and BALTHAZAR, with a torch, mattock, dc. And never from this palace of dim night

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Depart again; here, here will I remain Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning

With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, here See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

Will I set up my everlasting rest; Give me the light: upon thy life I charge thee,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,

From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last ! And do not interrupt me in my course.

Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you Why I descend into this bed of death,

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss Is partly to behold my lady's face:

A dateless bargain to engrossing death But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger

Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! A precious ring,--a ring that I must use

Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on In dear employment; therefore hence, begone :

The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

Here's to my love! (Drinks.] 0, true apothecary! In what I further shall intend to do,

Thy drugs are quick. --Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR LAUAnd strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs ; The time and my intents are savage-wild;

RENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade.

Fri. Saint Francis be my speed I how oft to-night More fierce, and more inexorable far,

Have my old feet stumbled at graves !--Who's there? Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

Who is it that consorts so late the dead?
Bal. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. [that:
Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship. --Take thou

Bal. [Advancing.] Here's one, a friend, and one that Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.

knows you well.

Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, Bal. (Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;

What torch is yond' that vainly lends his light
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retirez. To grubs and eyeless skulls ? as I discern,
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death,

It burneth in the Capels' monument.
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

Bal. It doth so, holy Sir; and there's my master,

One that you love. [Breaking open the door of the monument.

Fri. Who is it?
And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food !

Bal. Romeo.
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief,

Fri. How long hath he been there?
It is supposed the fair creature died, -

Bal. Full half an hour. And here is come to do some villanous shame

Fri. Go with me to the vault.

Bal. I dare not, Sir : To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.

My master knows not but I am gone hence;

[Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague !

And fearfully did menace me with death, Can vengeance be pursued further than death?

If I did stay to look on his intents. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

Fri. Stay, then: I'll go alone.-Fear comes upon me:

o, much I fear some ill unlucky thing! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

Bol. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore came I hither.-
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,

I dreamt my master and another fought,
Fly hence, and leave me ;-think upon these gone;

And that my master

slew him. Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth,

Fri. (Advances.] Romeo !Heap not another sin upon my head,

Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains

The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?-
By urging me to fury :-0, begone!

What mean these masterless and gory swords
By heaven, I love thee better than myself :
For I come hither arm’d against myself :

To lie discolourd by this place of peace?

(Enters the monument. Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris, too?

And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here.

Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

The lady stirs. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

(JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ?

[They fight. Page. O Lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.

I do remember well where I should be,

And there I am :- Where is my Romeo? [Noisewithin.

[Exit Page. Par. [Falls.] 0, I am slain !—If thou be merciful,

Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest

Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

(Dies. Rom. In faith, I will.-Let me peruse this face :

A greater Power than we can contradict Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris !

Hath thwarted our intents ;-come, come, away: What said my man, when my betossed soul

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ; Did not attend him as we rode? I think

And Paris too ;-come, I'll dispose of thee He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns: Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

Come, go, good Juliet, [Noise again.]-I dare no longer To think it was so !--0, give me thy hand,


(Exit. One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand ? A grave? 0, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth;

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, This vault a feasting presenct full of light.

To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips ; Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.

Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make me die with a restorative. [Laying Paris in the monument.

(Kisses him. How oft when men are at the poini of death

Thy lips are warm! Have they been merry! which their keepers call

1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy!- Which way? A lightning befor death: 0, how may I

Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.-- happy dagCall this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!


[Snatching Romeo's dagger. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,

This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself.] there rest, and let Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

[Falls on Romeo's body, and dies. Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet

Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

Fage. This is the place; there, where the torch doth And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

burn. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?

1 Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the o, what more favour can I do to thee,

churchyard : Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Go, some of you ; whoe'er you find, attach. {Exeunt some. To sunder his that was thine enemy?

Pitiful sight here lies the county slain; Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,

And Juliet bleeding: warm, and newly dead, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe

Who here hath lain these two days buried.That unsubstantial Death is amorous;

Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

Raise up the Montagues,-some others, search! Thee here in dark to be his paramour?

[Excunt other Watchmen.

me die.

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