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ACT V. SCENE 3.

Romeo fulfils the dying request of Paris, and lays him in the Monument: >>

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Let me peruse this face :-
Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris! -
What said my man, when
betossed soul
my
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.—
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.

How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death: O, how may I
Call this a lightning? —O , 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?

O, 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 will still 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; 0, 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! -

The design represents Romeo drinking the poison, a few moments before Juliet wakes from her stupor.

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SERIES II.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

ACT V. SCENE 3.

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PL. 12.

of grief caused by Romeo's exile. The various particulars of the sad catastrophe before them, are gathered from Friar Laurence, whose kind intentions to remove Juliet from the tomb have been so cruelly thwarted. The Prince then addresses the heads of the two hostile houses: :

Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, 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. CAPULET. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand.

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MONTAGUE. But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

CAPULET. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

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: For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

PARIS. PRINTED BY RIGNOUX, n° 8, FRANC-CITIZENS STREET.

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