The obsequies that I for thee will keep, [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, Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :— 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 limbs : 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 that: Live and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. 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! And here is come to do some villainous shame Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. 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 ?-O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,— VOL. VII. Q A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, [Laying PARIS in the monument. With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here 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!- Enter at the other end of the church-yard, Friar LauRENCE, 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 vainly 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. Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Fri. Go with me to the vault. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir; My master knows not but I am gone hence; 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. Fri. [Enters the monument. 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: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; [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. Thy lips are warm! ger! [Kisses him. 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O happy dag[Snatching ROMEO's dagger. [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies. Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. This is thy sheath; 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. |