The obsequies that I for thee will keep,
Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave and weep.

[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 rite ?
What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [Retires.
Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a torch,

mattock, &c.
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 limus :
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

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 détestable maw, thou womb of death, 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. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief, It is supposed the fair creature died, And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-[Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague. Can vengeance be pursu'd 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; Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury :-0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; För I come hither arm'd against myself : Stay not, be gone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Par. I do defy thy commiseration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

[They fight. Page. O lord ! they fight : I will go call the watch.

[Exit Page. 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;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 ?-0, 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 monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death : 0, how may İ
Call this a lightning?-0, my love! my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
0, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again ; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last !
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!--
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury 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 Lau

RENCE, 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? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you

well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainlý lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls; as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.

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

Who is it? Bal.

Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.

Full half an hour. Fri. 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. Stay then, I 'll go alone :- Fear comes upon me;
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 !-[Advances.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?

[Enters the 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 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 ? [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 no
longer stay.

[Exit. 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 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!

i Watch. [Within.) Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I 'll be brief.- happy dag

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

me die. [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. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the

church-yard : Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Ex. some. 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 ;

[Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;

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