Banisht the new-made bridegroome from this citie, Or in my cell there would she kill her felfe. The forme of death, meane time I writ to Romeo All this I know, and to the marriage her nurfe is priuie: And if ought in this mifcaried by my fault, Let my old life be facrific'd fome houre before the time, Prin. We ftill haue knowne thee for a holy man, Balth. I brought my mafter newes of Iuliets death, Prin. Giue me the letter I will looke on it. Boy. He came with flowers to ftrew his ladies graue, And bid me ftand aloofe, and fo I did, Anon comes one with light to ope the tombe And by and by my maifter drew on him, And then I ran away to call the watch. Prin. This letter doth make good the friers words, Haue loft a brafe of kinfmen, all are punisht. Cap. O brother Mountague, giue me thy hand, Moun. But I can giue thee more, For I will raie* her statue in pure gold, * raise. There There fhall no figure at that rate be set, Cap. As rich fhall Romeos by his ladies lie, Poore facrifices of our enmitie. Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, The fun for forrow will not fhew his head : Go hence to haue more talke of thefe fad things, For neuer was a ftorie of more woe, Then this of Iuliet and her Romeo. FIN I S. This Play has been collated with another Copy printed in 1637; R. Young, for John Smethwicke. THE TRAGICALL HISTORIE O F HA M LET PRINCE of DENMARKE. B Y WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. Newly imprinted, and enlarged to almoft as much againe as it was, according to the true and perfect coppie. At LONDON: Printed for John Smethwicke, and are fold at his shoppe in Saint Dunftons Church yeard in Fleetstreet, under the Dial 1611. |