'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' [Exit First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this

Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast,
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change,
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. L. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go
with him;

And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do lour upon you for some ill,
Move them no more by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet,
Paris, and Friar.
First Mus. Faith, we may put up our pipes,
and be gone.
[up;
Nurse. Honest goodfellows, ah, put up, put
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

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First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.

Sec. Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

Pet. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men:

When griping grief the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound 130 why silver sound'? why 'music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling?

First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.

[beck?

Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne;
And all this day an unaccustom'd spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful
thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me deadStrange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!

And breathed such life with kisses in my lips, That I revived, and was an emperor.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, 10
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter BALTHASAR, booted.

News from Verona -How now, Baltha.ar!
Dost thou not bring me letters from the fris.?
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:

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Her body sleeps in Capel'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,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!
Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and

paper,

And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.

Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience : Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.

Rom.
Tush, thou art deceived:
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. 30
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom.
No matter: get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee
straight.
[Exit Balthasar.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means: O mischief, thou art
swift

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,-
[noted
And hereabouts he dwells,-which late I
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, 40

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-shaped fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Green earthen pots, bladders and musty
seeds,
[roses,
Remnants of packthread and old cakes of
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this 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 sell it him.'
0, this same thought did but forerun my
need ;

And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house.
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
What, ho! apothecary!

Ap.

Enter Apothecary.

Who calls so loud?

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Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor:

Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear 60
As will disperse itself through all the veins
That the life-weary taker may fall dead
And that the trunk may be discharged of
breath

As violently as hasty powder fired
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Ap. Sach mortal drugs I have; but Man-
tua's law

Is death to any he that utters them.

[ness, Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedAnd fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, 70 Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; 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,

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Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst

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.

SCENE II. Friar Laurence's cell.
Enter FRIAR JOHN.
Friar J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother,
ho!

Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.

Fri. L. This same should be the voice of Friar John.

Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Fri. J. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,

One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign, 10
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd,
Fri. L. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo?
Fri. J. I could not send it,-here it is again,-
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Fri. L. Unhappy fortune by my brotherhood,

The letter was not nice but full of charge
Of dear import, and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight 21
Unto my cell.

Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
[Exit.
Fr. L. Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake:
She will beshrew me much that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents;
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!

[Exit.

SCENE III. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. 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 yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard 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. [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand
alone

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And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Comes forward.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague!
Can vengeance be pursued further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone;

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Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Put not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury: O, 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. I do defy thy conjurations,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at
thee, boy!
[They fight. 70
Page. O Lord, they fight! I will go call the
watch.
LExit.

Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this

face.

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Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris !
What said my man, when my betossed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave;
A grave? O, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
[Laying Paris in the tomb.
How oft when men are at the point of death
Have they been merry! which their keepers

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Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look
your last!
[you

Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, U
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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.] O true apothe
cary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[Dies

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Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIA LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spads Fri. L. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who there?

Fri. L. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. 130 Fri. L. 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, If I did stay to look on his intents.

Fri. L. Stay, then; I'll go alone. Fear comes upon me:

0, 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.
Fri, L.

Romeo!

[Advances. 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 the tomb.

Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour

[Juliet wakes.

Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
The lady stirs.
Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my
lord ?

I do remember well where I should be,
And there I am. Where is my Romeo? 150
[Noise within.
Fri. L. 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 no longer stay.

away.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not [Exit Fri. L. 160 What's here ? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?

Poison, I see hath been his timeless end:

charl! drunk all, and left 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. [way? First Watch. [Within] Lead, boy, which

[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.

First Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:

Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach.
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:
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
But the true ground of all these piteous woes
We cannot without circumstance descry.
Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.

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Third Watch. Here is a friar, that trem❤ bles, sighs and weeps:

We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side. First 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?

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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?

First 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.

First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open 200 These dead men's tombs.

Cap. O heavens! O wife, look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en-for, lo, his house
Is empty on the back of Montague,-
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom !
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is ag

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 tonight; 210 Grief of my son's exile 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,

Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent;

And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: meantime for-
bear,

And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

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Fri. L. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me of this direful mur

der;

And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned and myself excused."

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date of breath

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Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that
Juliet ;

And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife :

I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely

death

[city,

Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd and would have married her perforce

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To County Paris: then comes she to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her

The form of death: meantime I writ to
Romeo,

That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John, 250
Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Return'd my letter back. Then all alone
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo :
But when I came, some minute ere the time
Of her awaking, here untimely lay

The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrificed, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigor of severest law.

man.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy 270 Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? [death; Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's And then in post he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatened me with death, going in the vault,

If I departed not and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on

it.

Where is the county's page, that raised the watch?

Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Prince. He came with flowers to strew his

lady's grave;

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And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:
Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And by and by my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Monta-
gue!

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See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

And I for winking at your discords too

Have lost a brace of kinsmen : all are punish`d.
Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy
hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

Mon.
But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,300
There shall no figure at such rate be set
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo's by his lady's lie;

Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings;

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad

things;

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt.

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