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The obsequies that I for thee will keep,
[The Boy whistles.
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
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,
[Laying Paris in the monument.
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;
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
[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,
Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that nest
[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;