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Where blondy Tybalt, yet but green in earth, (Marry and amen!) how sound is she asleep! Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say, I needs must wake her :- Madam, madam, maAt some hours in the night spirits resort; Ay, let the county take you in your bed ; (dam! Alack, alack! is it not like, that I,

He'll fright you up, i'faith.-- Will it not be ? So early waking,—what with loathsome smells, What, drest! and in your clothes! and down And shrieks like mandrakes tornoutof the earth, again! That living mortals hearing them run mad;-; I must needs wake you : Lady! lady! lady! 0! if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Alas! alas !--help! help! my lady's dead iEnvironed with all these hideous fears? O, well-a-day, that ever I was born And madly play with my forefather's joints ? Some aqua-vitæ, ho!--my lord ! my lady! And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud?

Enter LADY CAPULET. And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's La. Cap. What noise is here? ne,

Nurse

mentable day! As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? La, Cap. What is the matter? 0, look! methinks I see my cousin's ghost Nurse,

Look, look ! O, heavy day!
Seeking ont Romeo, that did spit his body La. Cap. O me, O me!--my child, my only life,
Upon a rapier's point:---Stay, Tybalt, stay ! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee ! -
Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee. Help, help!-call help.
[She throws herself on the Bed.

Enter CAPULET.
SCENE IV. Capulet's Hall.

Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord
is come.

(the day! Enter LADY CAPLULET and Nurse.

Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch LA. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's more spices, nurse.

dead, she's dead. Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the Cip.Ha! let me see her:--Out,alas! sbe's cold; pastry

(Exit Nurse. Her blood is settled; and her joints are stiff'; Enter CAPULET.

Life and these lips have long been separated : Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock Death lies on her, like an untimely frost hath crow'd,

Upon the sweetest flower of all the tield. The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :- Accursed time! unfortunate old man! Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica :

Nurse, O lamentable day! Spare not for cost.

La. Cap.

( woful time! La. Cap.

Go, go, you cot-quean, go, Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow me wail, For this night's watching.

[ere now Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Cap. No, not a wbit; What! I have watch'd Enur Friar LAURENCE and Paris,with Musiciu 8. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? La. Cap. Ay, you have beca a mouse-hunt in Cap. Ready to go, but never to return : your time;

O son, the night before thy wedding-day But I will watch you from such watching now. Hath death lain with thy bride :-See, there

[Exit Lady CAPULET. Flower as she was, deflowered by him. (she lies, Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood !- Now, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; What's there?

(fellow, My daughter he hath wedded! I will die, Enter Servants, with Spits, Logs, and Baskets. And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's. 1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's not what.

And doth it give me such a sight as this? (face, Oap. Make haste, make haste. (Exit 1 Sery. La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hate--Sirrah, fetch drier logs;

ful day! Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Most miserable hour that e'er time saw

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage! And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit

. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore- But one thing to rejoice and solace in, son! ha,

And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight. Thou shalt be logger-bead.-Good faith,'tis day: Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day! The county will be here with musick straight. Most lamentable day! most woful day,

(Musick within. That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
For so he said he would. I hear him near: O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Nurse !– Wife !--what ho!-what, nurse, I say! Never was seen so black a day as this:
Entor Nurse.
O woful day, 0 woful day!

(slain,
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up; Par. Beguild, divorced, wrouged, spited,
T'll go and chat with Paris :--Hie, make haste, Most detestable death by thee beguil'd,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: By cruel, cruel thee quite overthrown!--
Make haste, I say!

[Exeunt. O lovo! O life !-not life, but love in death!

Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyrd, SCENE V. Juliet's Chamber : JULIET on the Bed.

kill'd! Enter Nurse.

Uncomfortable time! why can'st thou now Vurse. Mistress!--what, mistress!--Juliet!-- To murder murder our solemnity ?fast, I warrant her, she

O child ! O child !---ıny soul, and not my child :Why, lamb! why, lady:-fye, you sing-a-bed !-- Dead art thou, dead !--alack! my child is dead; Why, love, I say!--madam ! sweut neart; why, And, with my child, my joys are buried ! bride!

(now; Fri, Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure What, not a word?--you take your pennyworths

lives not Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, In these confusions. Heaven and yourself The county Puris hath set up his rest, Had part in this fair maid; now beaven hath all, That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me, And all the better as it for the maid:

Art Fifth.

be gone.

Your part in her you could not keep from death; Then musick with her silver sound,
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.

With speedy help doth lend relress.
The most you sought was-her promotion;

[Erit, singing. For 'twas your heaven, she should be advancd : 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. O, in this love, you love your child so ill,

(Eseun:.
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, thatlives married long,
But she's best married that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,

SCENE I. Mantua. A Street.
In all her best array bear her to church :
For though fond nature bids us all lament,

Enter ROMEO.
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep,

Cap. All things that we ordained festival, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Turn from their ofiice to black funeral; My bosom's lord sits lighily in his throne; Our instruments, to melancholy bells; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast; Lifts me above the ground with cheerful Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;

thoughts. Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, I dreamt, my lady came and found me dead And all things change them to the contrary. (Strange dream; that gives a dead man leave

Fri. Sir, go you in,--and, madam, go with to think)! And go, sir Paris;--every one prepare (him ;- And breath d such life with kisses in my lips, To follow this fair corse unto her grave: That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. The heavens do lour upon you, for some ill; Ah me! how sweet is love itself possessid, Move them no more, by crossing their high will. When but love's shadows are so rich into joy ! [Eccunt Cap. LADY CAP. Paris, and Friar.

Enter BALTHASAR. 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?

(up: Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up; put How doth my lady? Is iy father well? For, well you know, this is a pitirul case (Vixit. How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

i Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be For nothing can be ill, if she be well. amended.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Enter PETER.

Her body sleeps in Capel's monument, Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's case, And her immortal part with angels lives; heart's ease; 0, an you will have me live, play I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault. ----heart's ease.

And presently took post to tell it you; 1 Mus. Why heart's ease ?

O pardon me for bringing these ill news, Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself Since you did leave it for my office, sir. plays-My heart is full oj uoe. O, play me some Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars ! merry dump, to comfort me.

Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play and hire post-horses ; I will hence to-night. Pet. You will not then?

(now. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Blus. No.

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Pet. I will then give it you soundly:

Some misadventure. 1 Mus. What will you give us ?

Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv'd; Pri. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek : Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do; I will give you the minstrel.

(ture. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-crea Bul. No, my good lord. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's Rom.

No matter: get thee gone, dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets : And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me ?

[Exit BALTHASAR, 1 Mus. An you re iis, and ja us, you note us. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.

2 Mus. 'Pray you, put up your dagger, and Let's see for means :-0, mischief! thou art swift put out your wit.

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ! Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will I do remember an Apothecary,dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my And hereabouts he dwells,—whom late I noted iron dagger: Answer me like men:

In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, When griping grief the heart doth wound, Culling of simples, meagre were his louks, And dole jul dumps the mind oppress,

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : Then musick with her silver sound

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, Why, silver sound 9 why, musick with her silver An alligator stuird, and other skins sound;

Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves What say you, Simon Catling? (sound. A beggarly account of empty boxes, 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, 2 Yus. I say_silver sound, because musicians Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show, sound for silver,

[sound post ? Noting this penury, to myself I saidPut. Pretty too! What say you, James And if a man did need a poison now, 3 Mus. Faith, I know not what to say. Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

Pel. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: Here lives a catiff wretch would sell it him. I will say for you. It is-musick with her silver! O, this same thought did but forerun my need; sound, because such fellows as you have seldom And this same needy man must sell it ine. gold for soundius:

As I remember, this should be the house

Peing holiday, the beggar's shop is shut,

1

SCENE III. What, ho i apothecary!

A Clarch Yard: in il a Monument belonging to Enter Apothecary.

the Capulets. Ap.

Who calls so lond? Ronn. Come hither, man. I see, that thou Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing Flowers and a

Torch art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have Par. Give me thy torch, boy: llence, and A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer

stand aloof; As will disperse itself through all the veins, Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. That the life-weary taker may fall dead; Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves),

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Is death, to any he that utters them. plaw As single that thou hear'st something approach. Rom. Árt thou so bare, and full of wretched Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. nesa,

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

Here in the churchyard, yet I will adventure. Need and oppression stareth in thy eyes,

[Retires. Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law;

bridal bed : The world affords no law to make thee rich;

Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Then 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, Him. 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, And drink it off; andi, if you had the strength With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb! Ol' twenty men, it would despatch you straight.

[The Boy whistles. Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's The boy gives warning, something doth apsouls,

proach. Doing more murders in this loathsome world, What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Than these poor compounds tbat thou may'st To cross my obsequies, and true-love's right? not sell :

What, with a torch !--muffle me, night, awhile. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.

(Retires. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

Enter Roxeo and BALTHASAR, with a Torch, Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me

Mattch, tc. To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrench[Exeunt. ing iron.

Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
SCENE II. Friar Laurence's Cell.

See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Enter FBIAR Joux.

Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee,

Whate'er thori hear'st, or seest, stand all aloof, John, Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

And do not interrupt me in my course,
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE.

Why I descend into this bed of death,
Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar Is, partly to behold my lady's face:
John--

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Welcome from Mantna; What says Romeo ? A precious ring; a ring that I must nse Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. In dear employment: therefore hence, be

John. Going to find a barefoot brother out, But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry (gune: One of our order to associate me,

In what I further shall intend to do, Here in this city visiting the sick,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And tinding him, the searchers of the town, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy Suspecting that we both were in a house

limbs: Where the infectious pestilence did reign, The time and my intents are savage wild; Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; More fierce, and more inexorable far, so that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo? Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Jolm. I could not send it,-here it is again, Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

take thou that:

(fellow. So fearful were they of infection.

Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. of dear import; and the neglecting it

(Retires. May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

death, Unto my cell.

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Exit. Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, Lau, Now must I to the monument alone;

(Breaking open the door of the Monument, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food. She will beshrew me much, that Romeo Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Hath had no notice of these accidents : That murder'd my love's cousin;- with which But I will write again to Mantua,

It is supposed the fair creature died, -- [grief, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; And here is come to do some villanous shame Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

[Advancesa

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee : Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. LAURENCE, with a lantern, Crow, and Spule.
Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-
hither.

night

(there? Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?--Who's Fly hence and leave me;-think upon these Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? gore;

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth,

you well,

[friend, Heap not another sin upon my head,

Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my By urging me to fury :-0, be gone!

What torch is yond' that vainly lends his li:ht By heaven, I love thee better than myself: To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern, For I come hither arın'd against myself: It burneth in the Capel's monument. Stay not, begone!--live, and hereafter say Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my A madman's mercy bade thee run away. One that you love.

(master, Par. I do defy thy conjurations,

Fri,

Who is it? And do attach thee as a felon here.

Ba.

Romeo. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at Fi. How long hath he been there? thee, boy. [They fight. Bal.

Full half an hour. Page. O lord! they fight; I will go call the Fri. Go with me to the vault. watch. [Exit Page. Bal.

I dare not, sir: Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.} If thou be mer- My master knows not, but I am gone hence, ciful,

And fearfully did menace me with death, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. If I did stay to look on his intents.

Rom. In faith, I will:- Let me peruse this face; Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone ;--Fear comes Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris;

upon me: What said my man when my betossed soul O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Did not attend him as we rode? I think, Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: I dreamt my master and another fought, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

And that my master slew him. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

Fri,

Romeo? (Advances, To think it was so?-0), give me thy hand, Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,--- What mean these masterless and gory swords A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

Enters the Monument. This vault a feasting presence full of light. Romeo ! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too ? Death, lie you there, by a dead man interr'd. And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind

(Laying Paris in the Monument. Is guilty of this lamentable chance !- [hour How oft when men are at the point of death The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Have they been merry? which their keepers call Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my lord ? A lightning before death: 0, how may I I do remember well where I should be, Call this a lightning?-0, my love! my wife ! And there I am :- Where is my Romeo ? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,

(Noise within, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet

that nest Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; And death's pale fag is not advanced there. A greater Power than we can contradict Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: O, what more favour can I do to thee,

Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Thao with that hand that cut thy youth in twain; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee To gunder his that was thine enemy?

Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Forgive me, cousin !--Ah, dear Juliet, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe Come, go, good Juliet,-(Noise again.) I dare That insubstantial death is amorous;

stay no longer.

[Exit. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Jul. Go, get the bence, for I will not away.Thee here in dark to be his paramour ? What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

hand? And never from this palace of dim night Poison, I see, hath been bis timeless end :Depart again; here, here will I remain O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, To help me after ?–1 will kiss thy lips; here

Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Will I set up my everlasting rest;

To make me die with a restorative. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

[Kisses him. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your Thy lips are warm! last!

1 Watch. [Within.) Lead, boy :-Which way? Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you Jul. Yea, noise?- then I'll be brief.-O happy The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss, dagger! (Sratching Romeo's Dagger. A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! This is thy sheath (Stabslerself:] there rust, and Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! let me die. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

[Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies. The dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark ! Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. Here's to my love! Drinks.)-0, true apothe Page. This is the place; there, where tie cary!

torch doth burn.

1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know the churchyard :

in this. Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath

(Exeunt some. Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Who here hath lain these two days buried. I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, - Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Raise up the Montagues,-some others search;- Banish'd the new made bridegroom from this (Exeunt other Watchmen.

city; We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. But the true ground of all these piteous woes You-to remove that siege of grief froin her,We cannot without circumstance descry. Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce,

To county Paris :--Then comes she to me; Enter some of the Watch, with BalTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means

To rid her from this second inarriage, in the churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold himn in safety, till the prince Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,

Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. come hither.

A sleeping potion; which so took effect Enter another Watchman, with Ferar LAURENCE. As I intended, for it wrought on her 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, and weeps:

That he should hither come as this dire night, We took this mattock and this spade from him, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, As he was coming from this churchyard side. Being the time the potion's force should cease. 1 Watch.. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too. But he which bore my letter, Friar John, Lnter the Prince and Attendants.

Was staid by accident; and yesternight

Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, Prince. What misadventure is so early up, At the prefix'd hour of her waking, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and Others. Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek Till I conveniently could send to Komeo : abroad?

But, when I came (some minute ere the time Ln. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, of her awakening), here untimely lay Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,

The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. With open outcry toward our monument.

She wakes, and I entreated her come forth, Prince. What fear is this which startles in our And bear this work of heaven with patience : ears?

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;

(slain; I Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris And she, too desperate, would not go with me, And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

But (as it seems) did violence on herself.

All this I knowand to the marriage
Warm and new kill'd.
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this
murder comes.

(meo's man,

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Ro' Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, With instruments upon them, fit to open

Unto the rigour of severest law. (manThese dead men's tombs.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Cap. O heavens! 0, wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's This dagger hath mista’en,--for lo! this house and then in post he came from Mantua,

death? Is empty on the back of Montague,And is missheathed in my daughter's bosom.

To this same place, to this same monument. La. Cap. O me, this sight of death is as a bell, And threaten'd me with death, going in the

This letter he early bid me give his father ; That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

If i departed not, and left him there. (vault, Enter MONTAGUE and Others.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, Where is the county's

page, that rais'd the watch? To see thy son and heir more early down. Sirrah, what made your master in this place?

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Page. He came with flowers to strew his Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath; lady's grave; What further woe conspires against mine age? And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Mon.O thou untaught! what manners is in this, And, by and by, my master drew on him, To press before thy father to a grave? And then I ran away to call the watch. [words,

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's "Till we can clear these ambiguities, (while, their course of love, the tidings of her death : And know their spring, their head, their true And here he writes-that he did buy a poison descent:

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal And then will I be general of your woes,

Came to this vault to die, and lie with JulietAnd lead you even to death: Mean time forbear, Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! And let mischance be slave to patience. See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, And I, for winking at your discords too, (love! Yet most suspected, as the time and place Have lost a brace of kinsmen:-all are punish'd. Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Myself condemned and myself excus'd. Can I demand.

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