Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Others. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in your ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man, With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heaven!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger had mista'en, - for, lo! his house Is empty on the back of Montague, And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enter MONTAGUE and Others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And lead you even to death. Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience. - Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Prince. Then, say at once what thou dost know in this. Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Or in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime, I writ to Romeo, Came I to take her from her kindred's vault, Of her awakening) here untimely lay Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death, Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the County's page, that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb, And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes, that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary; and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? 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, Can I demand. Mon. But I can give thee more; For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That, while Verona by that name is known, As that of true and faithful Juliet. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings, For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. TIMANDRA, Mistresses to Alci biades. Lords, Senators, Officers, Soldiers, Thieves, and Attendants. SCENE, Athens; and the Woods adjoining. ACT I. SCENE I. Athens. A Hall in TIMON's House. Enter Poet, Painter, Jeweller, Merchant, and Others, at Pain. I am glad y' are well. Poet. I have not seen you long. How goes the world? Pain. It wears, Sir, as it grows. Poet. But what particular rarity? what strange, Ay, that's well known; |