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Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !- In this resolve : I'll send a friar with speed
Jul. Love, give ine strength I and strength shaJI (Exit Paris.
help afford. Jul. 0, shut the door! and when thou hast done Farewell, dear father!
(Exeunt. 60, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past
SCENE II.- A Room In Capulet's House. help! Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief ;
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, NURSE, and SERIt strains me past the coin pass of my wits :
(Erit Servant. Jul. Tell ine not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Sirrahı, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
2 Serv. shall have none ill, Sır; for I'll try 11, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
if they can lick their fingers. Do thou bui call my resolution wise,
Cup. How canst thou try them so ? And with this knife I'll help il presently.
2 Sirv. Marry, Sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot God jpin'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands : lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick And ére this land, by thee lo Roineo seal'd, his fingers, goes not with me. Shall be the label to another deed,
Cap. Go, begone.
(Erit Serrant. Or my true heart with treacherous rerolt
We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.Tarn io another, this shall slay thein both : What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence 1 Therefore, oal of thy tong experienced time,
Nurse. Ay, torsooth. Give me some present counsel; or, behold,
Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on Twist my extienes and me this bloody kuise
her : Shall play the umpire *; ar bitrating that
A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.
Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift • with If what thou speak'st speak noi of remedy.
merry look. Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope,
Cap. How now, my headstrong! Where have you Which craves as desperate an execution
been gadding! As that is desperate which we would prevent.
Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin
Of disobedient opposition
By holy Laurence to tali prostrate here,
Cap. Send for the county ; go ieli him of this ; júl. 0, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,
I'll have this knot knit ap to-morrow morning. From off the battlements of yonder tower ;
Jul. I niet the youthful lord at Laurence cell;
And gave him whal Lecomed I love I might,
Cap. Why, I am glad on'l; this is well,--stand
This is as't should be.--Let me see the county ;
Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ; Now, atore God, this reverend holy friar, Things that, to hear them told, have made me All our whole city is much bound to him. tremble ;
Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, And I will do it without fear or doubt,
To help me sort such needful ornaments
As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow
enough. To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow;
Cap. Go, nurse, go with her:-we'll to church Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,
(Freunt Juliet and Nurse. Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision ; Take thou this phial, being then in bed,
'Tis now near night. And this distilled liquor drink thou of:
Cap. Tush! I will stir about,
I'll not to bed to-nighi;-lel me alone;
I'll play the housewife for this once.- What, ho !
To county Paris, to prepare him up
Against to-morrow : my heart is wond'rons light, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Each pait, deprived of sapple government,
(Exeunt. Shall suff, and stark, and cold, appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death
SCENE III.-Juliet's Chamber.
Enter JULIET and Nurse.
Jul. Ay, those allires are best :- But, gentle
nurse, The (as the manner of our country is),
I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night; In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,
For I have need of many orisons ý 'Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin.
Enter LADY CAPOLET.
La. Cap. What, are you busy? Do you need my
help? Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Maniua,
Jul. No, madam; we have callid such necesAnd this shall tree thee from this present sbame; lino unconstant toy, nor womanish tear,
As are behoveful for our state to-morrow :
So please you, let me now be left alone,
In this so sudden business, • Decide the struggle between me and my dis- • Confesainn.
Commands. tresses, + Authority or puwer. Becoming.
La. Cap. Good night!
Cap. Make haste, nake haste. (Ext 1 Serv.}-SirGet thee to bed, and rest ; for thou hast need.
rah, fetch drier logs ; (Ereunt Lady Capulet and Nurse. Call Peter, he will shew thee where they are. Jul. Farewell !--God knows, when we shall meet 2 Serv. I have a head, Sir, that will find out logs, again.
And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Erit. I bave a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Cap. 'Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson! Chat almost freezes up the heat of life :
ha, lil call them back again to comfort me;
Thou shalt be logger head. -Good faith, 'uis day: Nurse !What should she do here?
The county will be here with music straight, Hy dismal scene I needs must act alone.
(Music within. Conne, phial.
For so he said he would. I hear hini near :That is this mixture do not work at all?
Nurse !-Wife-What, ho!-What, nurse, I say ! Vast I of force be married to the county ? No, no ;-this shall forbid it :-Lie thou there.
Enter NURSE. (Laying down a Dagger. Go, waken Juliet, go, and Irim her up; That if it be a poison, which ihe Iriar
l'il go and chat with Paris.-Hie, make haste, Sabely hath minister'd to have me dead;
Make hasie! the bridegroom he is come already: lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, Make haste, I say!
(Exeunt. Because he married me before to Romeo I fear, it is : and yet, methinks, it should not, SCENE V.-Juliet's Chamber ; Juliet on the Bed. For he hath still been tried a bioly man : I will not entertain so bad a thought.
Enter NURSE. How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
Nurse. Mistress - What, mistress l-Juliet !-Fast, I wake before the time that Romeo
I warrant her, she :Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point! Why, lamb!Why, lady!-Fie, you slug-a-bed !-Shall I not then be stified in the vault,
Why, love, I say!-Madam! Sweet-heart! Why, 9 whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes
What, not a word ?-You take your pennyworths And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Dow: Or, if I live, is it not very like,
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, The horrible conceit of death and night,
The county Paris hath set up his rest, Together with the terror of the place,
That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,
(Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Where, for these many hundred years, the bones I needs must wake her:- Madam, madam, madam! Oi all niy bnried ancestors are pack'd ;
Ay, let the county lake you in your bed; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, He'll friglit you up, i' faith.-Will it not be ? Lies fest'ring in his shroud ; where, as they say,
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! At some hours in the night spirits resort;
I must needs wake you : Lady ! lady! lady!
Alas! alas !--Help ! help! my lady's dead l-
Enter LADY CAPULET.
La. Cap. What noise is here ! And madly play with my forefathers' joints ?
Nurse. O lamentable day! and pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ? La. Cap. What is the matters And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day! As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? La. Cup. O me, 0 me!-My child, my only life, 0, look ! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Help, help!--Call help. Cpon a rapier's point :-Stay, Tybal:, stayk
Enter CAPULET. Romeo, I come! This do 1 drink to thee. (She throws herself on the Bed. Cup. For shame, bring Juliet forth ; her lord is
come. SCENE IV.-Capulet's Hall.
Nurse. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack
the day! Enter LADY CAPULET and Nurse
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more
she's dead. spices, nurse.
Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold; Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff ; pastry 1.
Life and these lips have long been separated : Enter CAPULET.
Death lies on her, like an untinely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir ! the second cock hath Accursed time! Unfortunate old man! crow'd,
Nurse. O lamentable day! The curieu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :
La. Cap. 0 woeful time! Look to the baked nieats, good Angelica:
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Spare not for cost.
me wail, Vurse. Go, go, you cotoquean, go,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Get you to bed ; 'raith, you'll be sick to-morrow For this night's watching.
Enter Fruar LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians. Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd ere Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church!
Cup. Ready to go, but never to return : All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. O son, the night before thy wedding-day La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hant ý in Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there she your time ;
lies, But I will watch you from such watching now. Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Exeunt Lady Capulet und Nurse. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !--Now, fel. My daughter he hath wedded ! I will die, low,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. What's there?
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face, Enter SERVANTS, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. And doth it give nie such a sight as this ? I Serv. Things for the cook, Sir; but I know not La. Cap. Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful what.
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw • The fabulous accounts of the plant called man. in lasting labour of his pilgrimage! drake give it a degree of aniinal lite, and say that But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, when it is torn from the ground it groats, which is But one thing to rejoice and solace in, fatal to him that pulls it np. + Disli'acted. Ani cruel death halh catch'd it from my sight. The rooni where pies were inada.
Narse. () woc! () woeful, woeful, woeful day! Mouse was a term of endearment to a woman. Vost lamentable day! Most woeful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
| Mus. Marry. Sir, because silver hath a sweet O day! O day!'o day 1 O hateful day!
sound. Never was seen so black a day as this:
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck•? O woeful day, 0 woeful day!
2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians Par. Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain ! sound for silver. Most détestable death, by thee beguiled,
Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James SoundBy cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!
post ? O love! O life! -not life, but love in death!
3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not wliat to say. Cap. Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Pet. C, I cry you merey ! you are the singer: 1 Uncomfortable time, why camest thou now
will say for you. It is music with her silver sound To murder murder our solemnity I
because such fellows as you have seldom gold for O child! O child !--my soul, and not my child ! sounding : Dead art thou, dead !--Alack! my child is dead;
Then music with her silver sound,
(Exit, singing. In these confusions. Heaven and yonrself
I Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same * Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; And all the better is it for the maid :
tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. Your part in her you could not keep from death;
(Ereunt. But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was-her promotion ;
SCENE 1.-Mantua.- A Street.
ter ROMEO. 0, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you ron mad, seeing that she is well:
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, She's not well married, that lives married long;
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : But she's best married, that dies married young.
My bosom's lord † sits lightly in his throne; Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit On this fair corse ; and, as the custom is,
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. In all her best array bear her to church :
I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; For though fond nature bids us all lament,
(Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
think), Cup, All things, that we ordained festival,
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, Turn from their office to black funeral :
That I revived, and was an emperor. Oar instruments, to melancholy bells;
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial-feast;
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy ?
News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well? To follow this fair corse unto her grave :
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
(Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,
16 I Mus. 'Paith, we may put up our pipes, and be I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, gone.
And presently took post to tell it you: Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up;
O pardon me for bringing these ili news, For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.
Since you did leave it for my office, Sir.
[Erit Nurse. Rom. Is it even so ? Then I defy you, stars !1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,
And hire post-horses; I will hence to night.
Bal. Parcion me, Sir, I will not leave you thus : Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's ease, heart's Your looks are pale and wild, and do import ease ; 0, an you will have me live, play-heart's Some misadventure.
Rom. Tush, thon art deceived ; ease. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease!
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do: Pet. 0,-musicians, because my heart itself plays Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ? - My art is full of woe: 0, play me some merry
Bul. No, my good lord. dump., to comfort me.
Rom. No matter : get thee gone, 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play and hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. now.
(Exit Balthasar. Pet. You will not then?
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. 2 Mus. No.
Let's see for means :-0, mischief, thou art swift Pet. I will then give it you soundly.
To enter in the twentity of desperate men! 1 Mus. What will you give us ?
I do remember an apothecary,Pet. No money, on any faith ; but the gleekt: 1 And hereabouts he dwells, - whom late I noted will give you the minstrel.
In latter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, 1 Mus. They will give you the serving.creature. Calling of simples I ; meager were his looks, Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger Sharp misery had worn bim to the bones : on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll re And in his need y shop a tortoise hung, you, I'll ja you; Do you note me?
An alligator stuti'd, and other skins 1 Mus. An you re us, and sa us, you note us. Of ill.shaped fishes; and about his shelves 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put A beggarly account of empty boxes, out your wit.
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dag. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. ger :- Answer me like men:
Noting this penury, to myselt I said
An it a man did need a poison now, When griping grief the heart doth wound, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, And dolejul dumps the mind oppress,
Here lives a enitiff wretch would sell it him. Then music, with her silrer sound;
0, this same thought did but tore-run my need; Why, silver sound! Why, music with her silver And this same needy man must sell it nie. sound?
As I remember, this should be the house : What say you, Simon Catling!
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, hol apothecary! Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. * To gleek is to scoth, and gleekman signified a •' And the jocund rebecks sound.
MILTON. + toe. Love.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard ; yet I will adventure. Ap. Who calls so loud ?
(Retires. Eam. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bripoor ;
dal bed : 5d, there is forty ducals : let me have
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain bidram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer The periect model of eternity ;
is will disperse itself through all the veins, Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, at the life-weary taker may fall dead;
Accept this latest favour at my hands ; 1 und that the trunk niay be discharged of breath That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, violently, as hasty powder fired
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! wth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
(The Boy whistles. Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law The boy gives warning, something doth approach, death, to any he that ulters them.
What cursed foot wanders this way to night, Ron Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, To cross my obsequies, and true-love's riles ? And lear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, What, with a torch |--Muffle me, night, a while. Feed and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
(Retires. "pon thv back hangs rauged misery, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law : Enter Romeo and BALTRASAR, with a Torch, The world allords no law to make thee rich;
Mattock, &c. Tsen be not poor, but break it, and take this. Rom. Give me that matlock, and the wrenching Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
iron. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning
19. Put this in any liquid thing you will, See thou deliver it to my lord and father. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Give me the light: upon thy life I charge thee, utwenty men, it would despatch you straight. Whale'er thoa hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Lom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's And do not interrupt me in my course. soals,
Why I descend into this bed of death, Daing more murders in this lothsome world, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: Than these poor compounds that thou mny'st not But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger sell:
A precious ring; a ring that I must use I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone :farewell ; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.- But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry Comie, cordial, and not poison ; go with me In what I further shall intend to do, To Jaliel's grave, for there must I use thee. By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,
(Exeunt. 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. John. Holy Franciscan friar! Brother, ho!
Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship:--Take
thou that: Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.
Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; John.
His look: I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires. Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ?
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thon wornb of death if bis mind be writ, give me his letter.
Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, han. Going to find a baretoot brother out, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, One of our order, to associate me,
(Breaking open the Door of the Monument. here in this city visiting the sick,
And, in despite, i'll cram thee with more food! And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, 634pecting that we both were in a house
That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
grief, Seald up the doors, and would not let us forth; It is supposed the fair creature died ;So that my speed to Mantua there was staid. And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-il Jonin. I could not send it,-here it is again,
(Advances. Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
Stop thy unhallow'd loil, vile Montague ; So fearful were they of infection.
Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Lau. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : The letter was not nice t, but full of charge, Obey, and go with me ; for thou must die. Oi dear import; and the neglecting it
Rom. I must, indeed ; and therefore cane I his May do much danger : Friar John, go hence;
ther. Get me an iron crow, and bring straight
Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Unto
Fly hence and leave me ;-Think upon these gone ; John, Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Erit. Let them affright thee.-1 beseech thee, yontlı,
lau. Now must I to the monument alone : Heap not another sin upon my head, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; By urging me to fury :-0, be gone! She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
By heaven, I love thee better than myself : Hath had no notice of these accidents :
For I come hither arm'd against myself: Bat I will write again to Mantua,
Stay not, begone ;-live, and hereafter say And keep her at my cell till Romeo come :
A madman's mercy bade thee run away. Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb ! Par. I do defy thy conjurations +,
(Exit. And do attach thee as a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me ? then have at thee, SCENE III.-A Church-yard ; in it, a Monument
· [They fight. belonging to the Capulets.
Page. O' lord! they fight: I will go call the watch.
[Erit Page. Exte, Paris; and his Page, bearing Flowers and
Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.)--If thou be merciul, a Torch.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this face ;
Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
What said my man, when my betossed soul Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Did not attend him as we rode ? I think, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread Said he not sol or did I dream it so? (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. • 1. e. Action of inportance.
+ I do refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, • Staff. +1. e. On a trivial or idle subject. i. c. depart.
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book's Fri. I hear some nokse.- Lady, come from tha I'll hury thee in a triumphant grave,
nest A grave ? 0, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, or death, contagion, and unnatural sleep ;* For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
A greater power than we can contradict This vault a feasting presence + full of light. Hath thwarted our mutents ; come, come away: Deatht, lie thou there, by a dead man interi'd. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead ;
(Laying Paris in the Monument. And Paris too. Come, I'll dispose of thee How oft when men are ai the point of death Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Have they been merry? which their keepers call Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; A lightning before death: 0, how may I
Come, go, good Juliet,-(Noise again.) I dare sta Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
(Ex Death that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensigni yet
. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end ;And death's pale fag is not advanced there.- O chuit! Drink all; and leave no friend!y drop Tybalt, liest inou there in thy bloody sheel? To help me after 1-I will kiss thy lips ; 0, what more favour can I do to thee,
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses hir. To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Thy lips are warm ! Forgive me, cousin ! -Ah ! dear Juliet,
I Watch. [Within.) Lead, boy :-Which way? Why art thon yet so fair ? Shall I believe
Jul. Yea, noise 3-Then I'll be brief.- happ Thai unsubstantial death is amorous;
dagger! (Snatching Romeo's Dagge, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
This is thy sheath; (Stubs herself.) there rust, an Thee here in dark to be his paramour!
let me die. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
(Falls on Romeo's Body, and die And never from this palace of dim night Depart again ; here, here will I remain
Enter WATCH, with the Page of PARIS. With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Page. This is the place ; there, where the torc Will I set up my everlasting rest;
doth burn. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
I Watch. The ground is bloody ; search aborto From this world-wearied fesh.-Eyes, look your
the church yard : last!
Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach. Arms, take your last embracel and lips, O yon
(Ereunt some The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
Pitiful sight! Here lies the county slain ;A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Come, bitter conduct I, come, unsavoury guide! Who here hath lain these two days buried. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, The dasling rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! Raise up the Montagues,--some others searh ;Here's to my love !-(Drinks.] 0, true, apothe
(Exeunt other Watchmen cary !
We see the ground whereou thiese woes do lie; Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
(Dies. | We cannot withont circumstance descry. Enter at the other End of the Church-yard, FRIAR Enter some of the WATCH, with BalTHASAR.
LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in Fri. Saint Francis be niy speed! How oft to
the church-yard. night
1 Watch. Hold him in safety, ull the princ Have my old feet stumbled at graves -Who's
come bither. there! Who is it that consor's, so late, the dead?
Enter another WATCHMAN, Will Friar LAURENCE Bat. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs e you well.
and weeps : Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, We took this inattock and this spade from him, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light As he was coming from this church-yard side. To grubs and eyeless sculls ? As I discern
1 Watch. A great suspicion ; stay the triar too. I burneth in the Capels' monument. Bul. It doth so, holy Sir; and there's my master,
Enter the Prince and Attendants. One that you love.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. Bal. Full half an hour.
Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Pri. Go with me to the vaults
abroad? Bal. I dare not, Sir:
La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Ronieo, My master knows not, but I am gone hence ; Some-Joliet, and some-Paris ; and all ron, And fearfully did menace me with death,
With open outcry toward our monument. 11 I did say to look on his intents.
Prince. What 'fear is this, which startles in our Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Pear comes upon
ears! me :
I Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
slain ; Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before, I dreamt my master and another fought,
Warm and new kill'd. And that my master slew him.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Fri. Romeo!
murder comes. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains I Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's The stony entrance of this sepulchre 1
man : What mean these masterless and gory swords
With instruments upon them, fit to open Tu die discolour'd by this place of peace!
These dead men's tombs.
(Enters the Monument. Cap. O, heavens !--0), wife! Look how our daughRomeo! 0, pale l-Who else? What, Paris too!
ter bleeds! And steep'd in blood !--Ah, what an unkind doar This dagger bath mista'en,-for, lo! his house. Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
Is empty on the back of Montague,-The lady stirs.
(Juliet nakes and stirs. And is mis-sheated in my daughter's bosom. Jul. 0, comfortable friar i Where is my lord ? Ln, ('ap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, I do remeniber well where I should be,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre. And there I am :-Where is my Romeo!
Enter MONTAGUR and others.
Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early up, • The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of To see thy son and heir mure early down. windows, by means of which ancient halls, &r. are illainmaied. + Presence-chamber.
1. e. The scabbard. Conductor.