3 Muf. Faith I know not what to say.

Pet. I cry you mercy, you are the finger, I will fay for you. It is mufick with her filver found, becaufe fuch fellows as you have no gold for founding. [Exit.

Muf. What a peftilent knave is this fame?

2 Muf. Hang him, Jack, come, we'll in here, tarry for the mourners, and ftay dinner. [Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

I

MANTUA.

Enter Romeo.

FI may trust the flattery of deep,
My dreams prefage, fome joyful news at
hand:

My bofom's lord fits lightly on his throne,
And all this day, an unaccustom'è ípi-
rit

Lifts me above the ground with cheat-
ful thoughts.

I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,
(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to think)
And breath'd fuch life with kiffes in my lips,
That I reviv'd and was an Emperor.

Ah me! how fweet is love it fet poffeft,
When but love's fhadows are fo rich in joy?
Enter Romeo's Man.

News from Verona-How now Balthazar ?
Doft thou not bring me letters from the Friar?
How doth my lady is my father well?
How doth my Juliet that I ask again,
For nothing can be ill, if she be wel.

Man. Then fhe is well, and nothing can be ill,
Her body fleeps in Capulet's monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives:
I faw her laid low in her kindreds vault,
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And presently took poft to tell it you:
O pardon me for bringing thefe ill news.

Rom. Is it even lo then I defy you, stars!
Thou know'st my lodging, get me ink and paper,
And hire poft-horfes. I will hence to-night.

Man. Pardon me Sir, I dare not leave you Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some mifadventure.

Rom. Tufh, thou art deceiv'd,

Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
Haft thou no letters to me from the Friar?
Man. No, good my lord.

Rom. No matter: Get thee gone,

thus.

And hire those horfes, I'll be with thee ftraight.

[Exit Man.

Well Juliet, I will lye with thee to-night;
Let's fee for means- O mischief! thou art swift.
To enter in the thought of defperate men!
I do remember an Apothecary,

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And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of fimples; meager were his looks,
Sharp mifery had worn him to the bones:
And in his needy fhop a tortoise hung,
An alligator ftuft, and other skins
Of ill-fhap'd fishes, and about his fhelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and mufty feeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of rofes
Were thinly fcatter'd, to make up a fhew.
Noting his penury, to my felf I faid,
And if a man did need a poifon now,
Whofe fale is prefent death in Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him.
Oh this fame thought did but fore-run my need,
And this fame needy man muft fell it me.
As I remember, this fhould be the house.
Being holy day, the beggar's fhop is fhut.
What ho! apothecary

Enter Apothecary.
Ap. Who calls fo loud?

Rom.

Rom. Come hither man, I fee that thou art poor;
Hold, there is forty ducats, let me have
A dram of poifon, fuch foon-fpreading geer,
As will difperfe it felf thro' all the veins,
That the life-weary Taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be difcharg'd of breath,
As violently, as hafty powder fir'd

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchednefs,
And fear'ft to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppreffion ftare within thine eyes,
• Contempt and beggary hang on thy back:
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law
The world affords no law to make thee rich:
Then be not poor, but break it and take this.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, confents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off, and if you had the ftrength
Of twenty men it would dispatch you ftraight;

Rom. There is thy gold, worfe poifon to mens fouls,
Doing more murther in this loathfome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou may'ft not fell:
I fell thee poifon, thou haft fold me none.
Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh.
Come cordial, and not poifon, go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.

SCENE II.

The Monaftery at Verona.

Enter Friar John to Friar Lawrence.

[Exeunt.

John. HOLY Franciscan Friar ! brother! ho!

Law. This fame fhould be the voice
Friar John.

Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo?
Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order to affociate me,

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Here

Here in this city vifiting the fick;

And finding him, the fearchers of the town
Sufpecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious peftilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth,
So that my speed to Mantua there was ftaid.
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not fend it; here it is again,
Nor get a meffenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of inf&tion.

Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood.
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import, and the neglecting it

May do much danger. Frir John, go hence,
Get me an iron crow, and bring it ftraight.

Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.

Law. Now muft I to the monument alone:
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will befhrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents:
But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come.
Poor living coarfe, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!

[Exit.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

Church-yard: In it, a Monumene belonging to the
Capulets.

Par.

Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light.

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IVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and ftandi aloof.

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Yet put it out, for I would not be feen
Under yood yew-tree lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear clofe to the hollow ground;
So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou fhalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'ft fomething approach.
Give me thofe flow'rs. Do as I bid thee, go.

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Page, I am almost afraid to stand alone

Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit. Par. Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I ftrew;

:

[Strewing flowers,

Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain,
Accept this late ft favour at my hand,
That living honour'd thee, and being dead
With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb.

[The boy whistles..
-The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach
What curfed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obfequies, and true love's rite?
What with a torch? muffle me, night, a while,
SCENE IV.

Enter Romeo and Peter with a light.

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'ft or feeft, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my courfe.
Why I defcend 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 imployment; therefore hence be gone::
But if thou jealous, doft return to prys

In what I further fhall intend to do,

By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs ;-
The time and my intents are favage, wild,
More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

Pet. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.. Rom. So fhalt thou win my favour. Take thou that,' · Live and be profp'rous, and farewel good fellow. Pet. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

[Exit.

Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the deareft morfel of the earth;