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Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead;
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar ?
how doth my lady? Is my father well ?
How fares my Juliet ? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill
Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,


did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !
Thou know'st my lodging: get rie ink and paper,
And hire post-horses : I will hence to-night.

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus :
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do.
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ?

Bal. No, my good lord.

No matter: get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR.
Well, Juliet, I will be with thee to-night.
Let's see for means :-0, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men !
I do remember an apothecary,
And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery, had worn him to the bones :
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of rosas,
Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show.
Noting his penury, to myself I said
An if a man did need a poison now
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would se'it hini.

O, this same thought did but fore-run


need As I remember, this should be the house: Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. What, ho! apothecary!

Enter Apothecary.

Who calls so loud ?
Rom. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art door:
Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death, to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
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 dispatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,

Than these poor compounds that thou may’st not sell:
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in flesh.—
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

Exeunt. Friar Laurence learns that the messenger to Romeo has failed. IIe goes to the churchyard to remove Juliet from the Tomb.

SCENE III.-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the

Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch.
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof;-
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yon yew trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me
As signal that thou hear’st something approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure.

[Retires Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, Accept this latest favor at my hands; That living honor'd thee; and, being dead, With funeral praises do adurn thy tomb! (The Boy whistles, The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ? What, with a torch !-muffle me, night, a while.

[Retires. Enter Romeo, and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, fc. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring; a ring, that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.- Take thou that Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

[Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, Gorg’d with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

(Breaking open the door of the monument And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!

Par. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; [Advances
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thon must die.

Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.-
Good gentle youth, tempt rot a desperate man,
Fly hence and leave me;—think upon these gone;
Let them affright thee :-) beseech thee, youth,

love! my

Heap not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury :-0, be gone !
By heaven, I love thee better than myself ;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone ;--live, and hereafter say-
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Par. 1 do defy thy conjurations,
And do attach thee as a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee, boy.

[They fighi. Par. O, I am slain !--[Falls. ]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this face ;-
Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris.-
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, -
For here lies Juliet.-0, my

Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there-
Ah, dear Juliet, why art thou yet so fair ?
Here, here will I remain : 0, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Come, bitter conduct, come. unsavory guide !
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Here's to my love !-(Drinks.]—0, true apothecary !
Thy drugs are quick.—Thus with a kiss I die.

[Dies. Enter, at the other end of the church-yard, Friar LAURENCE, with a

lantern, crow, and spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's there?
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
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 skulls; as I discern,
It burneth in the Capel's monument.

Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
One that you love.

Who is it?

Fri. How long hath he been there?

Full half an hour.

Fri. Gc with me to the vault.

I dare not, sir:
My master knows not, but I am gone hence ;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.

Fri. Stay then, I'l. go alone :—Fear comes upon nie;
O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew him.

Romeo !

Advancez Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolor'd by this place of peace ? [Enters !!le monument. 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 slirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my ord ? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am: Where is my Romeo ?

{Noise within Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns ; Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet.—[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer.

[Exu, Jul. Go, get thee hence, for. I will not away.What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :O churl! drink all; and leave 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 !

ist Watch. [Within.] Learl, boy :-
Jul. Yea, noise ?--then I'll be brief.- happy er !

[ Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.) there rust, and let me die.

Falls on Romeo's body, and dies.

-Which way?

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