Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, And her immortal part with angels lives. I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, And presently took post to tell it you. O pardon me for bringing these ill news, Since you did leave it for my office, sir. Rom. Is it e'en so? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush thou art deceiv'd; Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. No matter; get thee gone, And hire those horses: I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means: O, mischief! thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted A beggarly account of empty boxes, Noting this penury, to myself I said- Apothecary. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man. I see, that thou art poor; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath 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 so bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hang upon 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, consents. 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 strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: SCENE II. Friar LAURENCE'S Cell. Enter Friar JOHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother! ho! Laurence. John. Enter Friar Laurence. This same should be the voice of Friar Welcome from Mantua: what says Romeo? Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Lau. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? So fearful were they of infection. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, The letter was not nice, but full of charge, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone. [Exit. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: [Exit. SCENE III. A Churchyard: in it a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew. O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones, Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep! [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning something doth approach. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. 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. Is, partly, to behold my lady's face; But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment. Therefore hence, be gone: In what I farther shall intend to do, By Heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage, wild; More fierce, and more inexorable far, Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea. |