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My master knows not but I am gone hence; 132 Go, some of you; whoe'er you find, attach.
And fearfully did menace me with death
If I did stay to look on his intents.

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[Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. 175 Go, tell the prince, run to the Capulets, Raise up the Montagues, some others search: [Exeunt others of the Watch. 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 BAL

THASAR.

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First Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain;

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, 196 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, heaven!-O wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en!-for, lo, his house
Is empty on the back of Montague-
And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

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Lady Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 248 bell,

That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and Others.

Prince. Come, Montague: for thou art early up, 208

To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas! my liege, my wife is dead to night;

Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath. What further woe conspires against mine age?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

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Being the time the potion's force should

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Of her awakening,-here untimely lay
The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, 260

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in And bear this work of heaven with patience; this,

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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. Ail this I know; and to the marriage

And know their spring, their head, their true Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this descent;

And then will I be general of your woes,

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,

And lead you even to death: meantime for- Unto the rigour of severest law.

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

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 stolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this
city;

For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. 236
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,
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

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The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hither come as this dire night,

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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 threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, 276

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 rais'd the watch?

Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. 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 288
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies?-Capulet! Montague!
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, 292
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;

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As that of true and faithful Juliet.
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

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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:

That while Verona by that name is known. 300 For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

There shall no figure at such rate be set

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More pregnantly than words. Yet you do well
To show Lord Timon that mean eyes have seen
The foot above the head.

Trumpets sound. Enter LORD TIMON, address-
ing himself courteously to every suitor; a
Messenger from VENTIDIUS talking with him;
LUCILIUS and other servants following.
Tim.
Imprison'd is he, say you?
Mess. Ay, my good lord: five talents is his
debt,

96 His means most short, his creditors most strait: Your honourable letter he desires

To those have shut him up; which, failing,
Periods his comfort.

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Whose present grace to present slaves and But to support him after. Fare you well. servants

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This throne, this Fortune, and this hill, methinks,

With one man beckon'd from the rest below,
Bowing his head against the steepy mount 76
To climb his happiness, would be well express'd
In our condition.

Poet.
Nay, sir, but hear me on.
All those which were his fellows but of late,

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Mess. All happiness to your honour. [Exit.

Enter an Old Athenian.

Old Ath. Lord Timon, hear me speak.
Tim.

Freely, good father. Old Ath. Thou hast a servant nam'd Lucilius. Tim. I have so: what of him? 113 Old Ath. Most noble Timon, call the man before thee.

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