Forgiue me couzen. Ah deare Iuliet,

Why art thou yet so faire? I will beleeue,
Shall I belieue, that vnsubstantiall death is amorous
And that the leane abhorred monster keepes
Thee here in darke to be his paramour ?
For feare of that, I ftill will stay with thee,
And neuer from this pallace of dym night
Depart againe, come lie thou in my arme,
Heer's to thy health, where ere thou tumbleft in*.
O true appothecarie !

Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kiffe I die.
Depart againe; here, here will I remaine,

With wormes that are thy chambermaides: O here
Will I fet vp my euerlasting rest:

And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres

From this world-wearied flesh, eyes looke your last:
Armes take your last embrace: and lips, O you
The doores of breath, feale with a righteous kiffe
A dateleffe bargaine to ingroffing death:
Come bitter conduct, come vnfauory guide,
Thou defperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks, thy fea-ficke weary barke :
Heer's to my loue. O true appothecary;
Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kiffe I die.

Enter Frier with lanthorne, crow and spade.

Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, how oft to night Haue my old feet ftumbled at graues? Whoes there? Man. Heres one, a friend, and one that knowes you well. Fri. Bliffe be vpon you. Tell me good my friend

What torch is yond that vainely lends his light.

• This line and a half is wanting in the edition of 1637, and several of those that follow are transposed.

Το

To grubs and eyeleffe fculles as I difcerne,

It burneth in the Capels monument.

Man. It doth fo holy fir, and theres my mafter, one that you loue.

Fri. Who is it?

Man. Romeo.

Fri. How long hath he bin there?

Man. Full halfe an houre.

Fri. Go with me to the vault.

Man. I dare not fir,

My master knowes not but I am gone hence,
And fearefully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to looke on his entents.

Fri. Stay, then Ile go alone, feare comes vpon me.
O much I feare fome ill vnluckie thing.

Man. As I did fleepe under this young tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought,

And that my master flew him.

Fri. Romeo.

Alacke alacke, what bloud is this which ftaines
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?

What meane these masterleffe and goarie fwords
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace?
Romeo, oh pale: who elfe, what Paris too?
And steept in blood? ah what an vnkind houre
Is guiltie of this lamentable chance?

The lady ftirs.

Juli. O comfortable frier, where is my lord? I do remember well where I fhould be:

And there I am, where is my Romeo?

Fri. I heare fome noyfe lady, come from that neft
Of death, contagion, and vnnaturall sleepe;
A greater power then we can contradict

Hath thwarted our entents, come, come away,

Thy

Thy husband in thy bofome there lies dead:
And Paris too, come Ile difpofe of thee,
Among a fifterhood of holy nunnes :

Stay not to question, for the watch is comming,
Come, go good Iuliet, I dare no longer stay.

Iuli. Go get thee hence, for I will not away,
Whats here? a cup clofd in my true loues hand?
Poyson I fee hath bin his timelesse end:

*

O churle, drinke all, and left no friendly drop
To helpe me after, I will kiffe thy lips,

Happlie fome poyfon yet doth hang on them,
To make me die with a restoratiue.

Thy lips are warme.

Exit.

Enter Boy and Watch.

Watch. Leade boy, which way?

Iuli. Yea noife? then Ile be briefe. O happie dagger.

Tis is thy fheath, there ruft and let me die.

Watch boy. This is the place, there where the torch doth burne.

Watch. The ground is bloody, fearch about the churchyard.

Go fome of you, who ere you find attach.

Pittifull fight, here lies the countie slaine,
And Juliet bleeding, warme, and newly dead:
Who here hath laine these two dayes buried,
Go tell the prince, runne to the Capulets.
Raife vp the Mountagues, fome others fearch,
We fee the ground whereon these woes do lye,
But the true ground of all thefe piteous woes,
We cannot without circumftance defcry.

* Icaue.

Enter

Enter Romeos man.

Watch. Heres Romeos man, we found him in the churchyard.

Chiefe Watch. Hold him in fafetie, till the prince come hither.

Enter Frier, and another Watcbman.

3 Watch. Here is a frier that trembles, fighes, and weepes, We tooke this mattocke and this fpade from him, As he was comming from this church-yard fide. Chief. Watch. A great fufpition, stay the frier too, too.

Enter the Prince.

Prin. What mifaduenture is fo early vp, That calls our perfon from our morning reft?

Enter Capels *.

Ca. What should it be that they fo fhrike abroad?
Wife. O the people in the ftreete crie Romeo,
Some Iuliet, and fome Paris, and all runne
With open outcry toward our monument.

Pr. What feare is this which startles in your eares?
Watch. Soueraigne, here lies the countie Paris flaine,
And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before,

Warm and new kild.

Prin. Search, feeke and know how this foule murder comes. Wat. Here is a frier, and flaughterd Romeos man,

With inftruments vpon them fit to open

These dead mens tombes.

Enter Capulet and his wife †.

Ca. O heauen! O wife looke how our daughter bleedes! This dagger hath miftane, for loe his house

*Capulet and Lis wife.

Enter &c. omitted.

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M

Is

Is empty on the backe of Mountague,

And is misheath'd in my daughters bofome.
Wi. O me, this fight of death, is as a bell
That warnes my old age to a fepulcher.

Enter Mountague.

Pri. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp
To fee thy fonne and heire, now early downe.
Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,
Griefe of my fonnes exile hath ftopt her breath.
What further woe confpires against my age?
Prin. Looke and thou fhalt fee.

Moun. O thou vntaught, what manners is in this,
To preffe before thy father to a graue ?

Pri. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can cleare thefe ambiguities,

And know their fpring, their head their true defcent,
And then will I be generall of your woes,

And lead you euen to death, meane time forbeare,
And let mifchance be flaue to patience,

Bring forth the parties of fufpition.

Fri. I am the greatest able to doe leaft,
Yet moft fufpected as the time and place
Doth make against me of this direfull murther:
And heare I ftand both to impeach and purge
My felfe condemned, and my felfe excufde.

Prin. Then fay at once what thou doft know in this?
Frier. I will bee briefe for my short date of breath
Is not fo long as is a tedious tale.

Romeo there dead, was hufband to that Iulict,
And the there dead, thats Romeos faithfull wife:
I married them, and their ftolne marriage day
Was Tibalts doomesday, whose vntimely death

*that

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