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Upon so soft a subject as myself!

Par. Come you to make confession to this father? What say'st thou ?" hast thou not a word of joy ? Jul. To answer that, were to confess to you. Some comfort, nurse.

Par. Do not deny to him, that you love me. Nurse.

* Faith, here 'tis : Romeo Jul. I will confess to you, that I love him. Is banished ; and all the world to nothing,

Par. So will you, I am sure, that you love me. That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Juul. If I do so, it will be or more price, Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth."

Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, Par. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with I think it best you married with the county.

tears. O, he's a lovely gentleman!

Jul. The tears have got small victory by that; Romeo's a dishclout to him; an eagle, madam, For it was bad enough, before their spite. Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye,

Par. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart,

report. I think you are happy in this second match,

Ju. That is no slander, sir, that is a truth; For it excels your first: or if it did not,

And what I spake, I spake it to my face. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Par. Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. As living here and you no use of him.

Jul. It may be so, for it is not mine own.Ju. Speakest thou from thy heart?

Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Nurse,

From my soul too; Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? Or else beshrew them both.

Fri. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, Jul. Amen!

Dow:Nurse.

To what? My lord, we must entreat the time alone...t Jul. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous Par. God shield, I should disturb devotion !

Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse you: Go in; and tell my lady I am gone,

| Till then, adieu! and keep this holy kiss. Having displeas'd my father, to Laurence' cell,

(Erit Paris. To make confession, and to be absolv'd.

| Jul. O, shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Nurse. Marry, I will; and this is wisely done. Come weep with me; Past hope, past cure, past

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help! Jul. Ancient damnation! O most wicked fiend ! | Fri. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; Is it more sin—to wish me thus forsworn,

It strains me past the compass of my wits: Or to dis praise my lord with that same tongue I hear thou must, and nothing must prorogue it, Which she hath prais'd him with above compare On Thursday next be married to this county. So many thousand times ?-Go, counsellor;

Ju. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this, Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: I'll to the friar, to know his remedy; ..

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
If all else fail, mysell have power to die. (Exit. Do thou but call my resolution wise,

And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands,

And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
ACT IV.

Shall be the label to another deed,

Or my true heart with treacherous revolt SCENE 1.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friar Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Laurence and Paris.

Therefore, out of thy long-experienc'd time Fri. On Thursday, sir? the time is very short.

Give me some present counsel; or, behold, Par. My father Capulet will have it so;

'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife And I am nothing slow, to slack his haste.

Shall play the umpire ;' arbitrating that
Fri. You say, you do not know the lady's mind; Could to no issue of true honour bring.

Which the commission of thy years and art
Uneven is the course, I like it not.
Par. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,

Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
And therefore have I little talk'd of love;

If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears.

Fri. Hold, daughter; I do spy a kind of hope, Now, sir, her father counts it dangerous,

| Which craves as desperate an execution That she doth give her sorrow so much sway;

As that is desperate which we would prevent. And, in his wisdom, hastes our marriage,

If, rather than to marry county Paris, To stop the inundation of her tears;

Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself: Which, too much minded by herself alone,

Then is it likely, thou wilt undertake

A thing like death to chide away this shame,
May be put from her by society:
Now do you know the reason of this haste.

That cop'st with death himself to scape from it;

And, if thou dar'st, I'll give thee remedy. Fri. I would I knew not why it should be slow'd

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9 Jud. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris,

From off the battlements of yonder tower;
Look, sir, here comes the lady toward my cell.

Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk
Enter Juliet.

Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears;

Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, Par. Happily met, my lady, and my wife! O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Jul. That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. With reeky shanks, and yellow chapless sculls; Par. That may be, must be, love, on Thursday Or bid me go into a new-made grave, next.

And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Jul. What must be shall be.

Things that, to hear them told, have made me Fri.

That's a certain text. tremble;

And I will do it without fear or doubt, (1) Decide the struggle between me and my distresses,

(2) Authority or power,

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To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Henceforward I am ever ruled by you.

Fri. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give consent Cap. Send for the county ; go tell him of this ; To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. To-morrow-night look that thou lie alone,

Jul. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : And gave him what becomedy love I might, Take thou this phial, being them in bed,

Not stepping o'er the bonds of modests. And this distilled liquor drink thou off:

Cap. Why, I am gladon't ; this is well,--stand up: When, presently, through all thy veins shall run This is as't should be.-Let me see the county ; A cold and drowsy humour, which shall seize Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Each vital spirit: for no pulse shall keep

Now, afore God, this reverend holv friar. His natural progress, but surcease to beat : All our whole city is much bound to him. No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; Jul. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet, The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To help me sort such needful ornaments To paly asbes; thy eyes' windows fall,

As you think ht to furnish me to-morrow? Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; La. Cap. No, not till Thursday; there is lime Each part, depriv'd of supple government,

enough. Shall stiff, and stark, and cold, appear like death: Cap. Go, nurse, go with her :-we'll to church And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death

to-morrow. (Exeunt Juliet and Nurse. Thou shalt remain full two and forty hours,

La. Cap. We shall be short in our provision; And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.

'Tis now near night. Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes

Tush! I will stir about, To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: Then (as the manner of our country is.)

Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her; In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,

I'll not to bed to-night;- let me alone; Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, I'll play the housewife for this once.-What, ho! Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.

They are all forth: Well, I will walk myself In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, To county Paris, to prepare him up Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift; Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light, And hither shall he come; and he and I

Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. (Exe. Will watch thy waking, and that very night, Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua,

SCENE III.-Juliet's chamber. Enter Juliet And this shall free thee from this present shame;

and Nurse. JC no unconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

Ju. Ay, those attires are best:-But, gentle Abate thy valour in the acting it.

nurse, Jul. Give me, O give me! tell me not of fear. I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night ; Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros For I have need of many orisons perous

To move the heavens to smile upon my state. In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Enter Lady Capulet. Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall help afford.

La. Cap. What, are you busy? do you need Farewell, dear father!

[Exeunt. my help?

Jul. No, madam; we have cullid such necessaries SCENE I. room in Capulet's house. En-As are behoveful for our state to-morrow: ter Capulet, Lady Capulet, Nurse, and Servants. So please you, let me now be left alone, Cap. So many guests invite as here are writ.

And let the nurse this night sit up with you; (Exit Servant.

For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.

In this so sudden business. 2 Serv. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try

La, Cap.

Good night! if they can lick their fingers.

Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. Cap. How canst thou try them so ?

(Exeunt' Lady Capulet and Nurse. 2 Serv. Marry, sir. 'tis an ill cook that cannotl Jul. Farewell !-God knows, when we shall lick his own fingers: therefore he, that cannot lick,

meet again. his fingers, goes not with me.

I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, Cap. Go, begone.

(Erit Servant.

That almost freezes up the heat or life: We shall be much unfurnish'd for this time.

I'll call them back again to comfort me; What, is my daughter gone to friar Laurence ?

Nurse !-What should she do here? Nurse. Ay, forsooth.

My dismal scene I needs must act alone. Cap. Well, he may chance to do some good on

Come, phial.* her:

What if this mixture do not work at all ? A peevish self-will'd harlotry it is.

Must I of force be married to the county 1

No, no ;-this shall forbid it ;-lie thou there. Enter Juliet.

(Laying doron a dagger. Nurse. See, where she comes from shrift' with What if it be a poison, which the friar merry look.

Subuy hath minister'd to have me dead; Cap. How now, my headstrong? where have Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, you been gadding?

Because he married me before to Romeo ? Jul. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin I fear, it is: and yet, methinks, it should not or disobedient opposition

For he hath still been tried a holy man : To you, and your behests; and am enjoin'd I will not entertain so bad a thought.By holy Laurence to fall prostrate here,

How if, when I am laid into the tomb,
And beg your pardon :-Pardon, I beseech you! I wake before the time that Romeo
(1) Confession.

momands.
(3) Becoming

(4) Prayers,

Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point! For so he said he would. I hear him near:-
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,

Nurse!--Wife !-what, ho !-whal, nurse, I say! To whose foul inouth no healthsome air breathes in,

Enter Nurse.
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ?
Or, if I live, is it not very like,

Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
The horrible conceit of death and night,

I'll go and chat with Paris :-Hie, make haste, Together with the terror of the place,

Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already. As in a vault, an ancient receptacle,

Make haste, I say!

(Eseunt. Wherr, for these many hundred years, the bones

SCENE V.-Juliet's chamber; Juliet on the Of all iny buried ancestors are pack'd; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but grecn in earth,

bed. Enter Nurse. Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort ;

Nurse. Mistress !-what, mistress !_Juliet !

fast, I warrant her, she :Alack, aiack! is it not like, that I,

Why, lamb! --why, lady! -fie, you slug-a-bed !So carly waking-what with loathsome smells ;

Why, love, I say !--madam! sweet-heart!-why, And shricks like mandrakes' toru out of the earth,

bride! That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;'

What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,

now: Environed with all these hideous fears?

Sleep for a week: for the next night, I warrant, And madly play with my forefathers' jo'nts ?

| The county Paris hath set up his rest, And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? That you shall rest but little. God forgive me. And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ?

I needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, madam! 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghost

Ay, let the county take you in your bed; Seeking out Romeo, that did spit bis body

He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be ? Upon a rapier's point:-Stay, Tybalt, stay!-

What, drest! and in your clothes! and down again! Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.

I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady ! [She throws herself on the bed. Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead !SCENE IV.-Capulet's hall. Enter Lady Cap-o, well-a-day, that ever I was born!ulet and Nurse.

Some aqua-vitæ, ho !--my lord! my lady! La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more

Enter Lady Capulet.
spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the

La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse.

O lamentable day! pastry.

La. Cap. What is the matter?
Enter Capulet.

Nurse.

Look, look! O hravy day!

ba. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock hath Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-crow'd,

Help, help!--call help.
The curfeu bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :

Enter Capulet.
Spare not for cost.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is Nurse Go, go, you cot-quean, go,

come. Get you to bed ; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead ; alack For this night's watching.

the day! Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, ere now

she's dead. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas, she's cold; La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt* in Her blood is settled ; and her joints are stiff; your time;

Life and these lips have long been separated : But I will watch you from such watching now. Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

(Echml Lady Capulet and Nurse. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field, Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !-Now, fel. Accursed time! unfortunate old man ! low,

Nurse. O lamentable day! What's there?

La. Cap.

O woful time! Enter Servants, with spils, logs, and baskets.

Can. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make

me wail, 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir ; but I know not Tips u

w nor Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. what. Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Serv:]- Enter Friar Laurence and Paris, with Musicians,

Sirrah, fetch drier logs; Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. | Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? 2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, Cap. Ready to go, but never to return:

to return: And never trouble Peter for the matter. (Erit. O son, the night before thy wedding-day Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; A merry whore- Hath death lain with thy bride : -See, there she lies, son! ha,

Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day: Death is my son-in-law, dcath is my heir: The courty will be here with music straight, My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

(Music within. And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. (1) The fabulous accounts of the plant called (2) Distracted. mandrake give it a degree of animal life, and say (3) The room where pies were made. that when it is torn from the ground it groans, which (4) Mouse was a term of endearment to a is fatal to him that pulls it up.

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Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's shearl's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play

heart's ease. And doth it give me such a sight as this?

1 Mus. Why heart's ease ? La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself play. day!

-My heart is full of wo: 0, play me some perry Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw

dump,' to comfort me. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!.

| 2 Mus. Not a dump we; tis no time to play now. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Pet. You will not ihen ? But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

2 Mus. No. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. - Nurse. 0 wo! 0 oful, woful, woful day! 1 Mus: What will you give us ? Most lamentable day! most woful day,

Pet. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek :: I That ever, ever, I did yet behold!

will give you the minstrel. O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!

1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Nover was seen so black a day as this:

Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagO woful day, 0 woful day!

ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : I'll te Par. Beguild divorced, wronged, spited, slain! you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? Most détestable death, by thee beguilid,

1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out O‘love ! O lifel-not life, but love in death! your wit.

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! Pel. Then have at you with my wit; I will dryUncomfortable time, why cam'st thou now beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dage To murder murder our solemnity?

ger :- Answer me like men: O child ! O child !--my soul, and not my child ! Dead art thou, dead !-alack! my child is dead;

When griping grief the heart doth wound, And, with my child, my joys are buried.

And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives

Then music, with her silver sound;

Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver In these confusions. Heaven and yourself sound? Had part in this fair maid ; now heaven hath all,

What say you, Simon Catling? And all the better is it for the maid :

1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Your part in her you could not keep from death; sound. But Heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? The most you sought was-her promotion ;

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: sound for silver. And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,

Pet. Pretty too !-What say you, James SoundAbove the clouds, as high as heaven itself? 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. That you run mad, seeing that she is well:

Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: 1 She's not well married, that lives married long;

will say for you. It is music with her silver sound, But she's best married, that dies married young. because such fellows as you have seldom gold for Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary

sounding: On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

Then music with her silver sound,
In all hor best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,

With speedy help doth lend redress.

[Exit, singing. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,

1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? Turn from their office to black funeral :

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; Our instruments, to melancholy bells;

tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. (Exeunt. 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.

ACT V. Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;

SCENE I.-Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo. And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

| Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill; My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : Move them no more, by crossing their high will. My bosom's lorda sits lightly in his throne;

(Exe. Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris and Friar. And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit I Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Lifts me above ihe ground with cheerful thoughts, gone.

I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put up; (Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to For, well you know, this is a pitiful case.

think,)

(Erit Nurse. And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be That I reviv'd and was an emperor. amended.

Ah me! how sweet is love itsell possess'd,

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
Enter Peter.
Pe.. Musicians, o musicians, Heart's ease,

Enter Balthasar.

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? (1) Dumps were heavy mournful tunes.

(2) To gleek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified (3) · And the jocund rebecks sound.' MILTON. i minstrel.

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Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? And drink it off; and, if you had the strength How doth my lady? Is my father weli?

of twenty men, it would despatch you straight How fares my Juliet? That I ask again,

Ron. There is thy gold; worse poison to meo's For nothing can be ill, if she be weil

souls, Bd. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Her body sleeps in Capels' monument,

Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not And her immortal part with angels lives; I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. And presently took post to tell it you:

Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in desh, O pardon me for bringing these ili news,

Come, cordial, and not posson; go with me Since you did leave it for my chce, sir.

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. (Eze. Rom. Is it even so ? then I dely you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper,

SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's cell. Enter Friat And hire post-borseg: I will hence to-night

John.
Bel Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: John. Holy Franeiscan friar! brother, be!
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Enter Friar Laurence.
Some misadventure.
Rom.
Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

La. This same should be the voice of frin Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

John. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar ?

Welcome from Mantua : What says Romee ! Bal. No, my good lord.

Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, John, Going to find a barefoot brother out And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. One of our order to associate me,

SErit Balthasar. Here in this city visiting the sick,
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Let's see for means:-1), mischief, thou art swift Suspecting that we both were in a house
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
I do remember an apothecary,-

Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted

So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd In talter'd weeds, with overwhelmning brows,

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Culling of simples;' meagre were his looks,

John. I could not send it,-here it is again,Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;

Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

So fearful were they of infection. An alligator studd, and other skins

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brou

une! by my brotherhood, Orill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

The letter was not nice, but full of charge, A beggarly account of empty bores,

or dear import; and the neglecting it Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,

May do much danger: Friar John, go hence ; Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,

Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.

Unto my cell. Noting this penury, to myself I said

John. Brother, I'll go and bring't thee. (Eziz. An if a man did need a poison now,

Lni. Now must I to the monument alone:
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;

Hath had no notice of these accidents :
And this same needy man must sell it me.

But I will write again to Mantua, A:I remember, this should be the house :

And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut

Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! What, ho! apothecary! Enter Apothecary.

SCENE III.A church-yard; in it, a monument Who calls so loud ?

belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris; ad hás Rom. Come hither, man.- see, that thou art

Page, bearing flowers and a lorch. poor;

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have

aloof;-
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
As will disperse itself through all the veins, Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
That the life-weary taker may fail dead;

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread
As violently, as basty powder fir'd

(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law As signal that thou hear'st something approach
Is death, to any he that utters them.

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, yo.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, | Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure.
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,

[Retires. C'pon thy back hangs ragged misery,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers 1 strew thy bo-
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
l'he world affords no law to make thee rich; Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
Theo be not poor, but break it, and take this. The perfect model of eternity;

Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Accept this latest favour at my hands;
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
(1) Herbs. (2) Stuff.

(3) i. e. On a trivial or idle subject.

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