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Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not
Friar LAWRENCE's Cell. Enter Friar John. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter Friar LAWRENCE.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
Law. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?
John. I could not send it,-here it is again,--
Law. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Exit.
Law. Now must I to the monument alone ; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; she will beshrew me much, that Romeo llath had no notice of these accidents : But I will write again to Mantua, and keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb !
4 Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the
CAPULETS. Enter Paris, and his Page with a
aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, ilolding thine ear close to the hollow, ground; Su shall no foot upon the church-yard tread (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves), But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, L
As signal that thou hear'st something approach.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
[Exit. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal
[The Boy whistles.
140 What, with a torch l-muffle me, night, awhile.
Enter Romeo, and BALTHASAR with a Torch, &c.
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger 150
Balth. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.' Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship.--Take thou that :
161 Live, and be prosperous; and farewel, good fellow.
Balth. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
[Exit BALTHASAR. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
[Breaking up the Monument. And, in despight, I'll cram thee with more food!
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief,
170 It is supposed, the fair creature dy'd, And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Par. I do defy thy conjuration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
[They fight, PARIS falis. Page. O lord ! they fight: I will go call thio
watch. Par. O, I am slain !-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 marry'd Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
200 To think it was so 1-0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!