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Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
[Dies. Enter, at the other End of the Churchyard, Friar
LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbledatgraves ::—Who's there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?4
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that
Who is it? Bal.
Romeo Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.
Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal.
I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death,
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!] Engrossing seems to be used here in its clerical sense.
2 Come, bitter conduct,] Conduct for conductor.
3 Have my old feet stumbled at graves?] This accident was reckoned ominous.
4 Who is it, &c.) To consort, is to keep company
If I did stay to look on his intents.
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :--Fear comes upon .
0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Romeo ? — (Advances..
[Enters the Monumenta 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.
[JULIET wakes and stirsa
[Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that
$ I dreamt my master and another fought,] This is one of the touches of nature that would have escaped the hand of any painter less attentive to it than Shakspeare. What happens to a person while he is under the manifest influence of fear, will seem to him, when he is recovered from it, like a dream. Homer, Book 8th, represents Rhesus dying fast asleep, and as it were beholding his : enemy in a dream plunging a sword into his bosom, Eustathius and Dacier both applaud this image as very natural; for a man insuch a condition, says Mr. Pope, awakes no further than to see confusedly what environs him, and to think it not a reality, but a visioa.
And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee
i Watch. [Within.] Lead, hoy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise :-then I'll be brief.-0 happy
dagger! [Snatching Romeo's Dagger. This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself:] there rust, and
let me die.
Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies.
Enter Watch,, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch
doth burn. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody ; Search about
the churchyard : Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach.
[Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, Raise up the Montagues, some others search ;
[Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR, 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in
the churchyard. iWatch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,
and weeps :
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too.
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? La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our
ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris
slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's
Cap. O, heavens !-0, wife! look how
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Enter MONTAGUE and Others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath : What further woe conspires against mine age?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave?
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo ! kis house
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.] Shakspeare quaintly represents the dagger as having mistaken its place, and “ it mis-sheathed,” i. e. “ mis-sheathed itself” in the bosom of Juliet. It appears that the dagger was anciently worn behind the back.