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The most you sought was-her promotion ;

Then music, with her silter sound, For 'twas your heaven, she should be advanc'd :

With specdy help deth lend redress. And weep ye now, seeing she is advancd,

[Erit, singing Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?

1 Mus. What a pestilent knare is this same! 0, in this love, you love your child so ill,

2 Mus. Hang him, Jack ! Come, we'll in bere; tar That you run mad, seeing that she is well :

ry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [E.xcurte She's not well married, that lives 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,

ACT V. In all her best array bear her to church :

SCENE I.--Mantua. A Street. Enter Romeo For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

Romeo, Cap. All things that we ordained festival,

IF I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Turn from their office to black funeral :

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Our instruments to melancholy bells ;

My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne: Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;

And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful 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 legge to think.) Fri. Sir, go you in.-and, madam, go with hinı ; And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, And go, sir Paris ;-every one prepare

That I reviv'd, and was an emperor. To follow this fair corse unto her grave:

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ;

When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? Move them no more, by crossing their high will.

Enter Balthasar. [E.xeunt Capulet, Lady Cap. Paris, and Friar.

News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar? 1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Dost thou not bring me letters fron, the friar?

Nitse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up : How doth my lady? Is my father well? For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. [Exit. How fares my.Juliet? That I ask again; 1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. For nothing can be ill, if she be well. Enter Peter.

Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Pet. Musicians, O, musicians, Heart's case, heart's Her body sleeps in Capels' monument, case ; 0, an y u will have me live, play-heart's case. And her immortal part with angels lives. 1 Mus. Why heart's ease ?

I saw her laid low ingger kindred's vault, Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays And presently took post to tell it you : My heart is full of woe : 0, play me some merry O pardon me for bringing these ill news, dump, to comfort me.

Since you did leave it for my office, sir. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now, Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! Pet. You will not then?

Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, Mus. No.

And hire post horses: I will hence to-night. Pet. I will then give it you soundly.

Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: 1 Mus. What will you give us ?

Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Per. No money, on my faith ; but the gleek: I will Some misadventure. give you the minstrel.


Tush, thou art deceivd; 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Leave me, and do the thing I bid the do:

Pet. Then will I lay the serving creature's dagger Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re you, Bal. No, my good lord. I'll fa you ; Do you note me?


No matter: Get thee gone, 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight

2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.

-Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to nigbt.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit: I will dry-beat Let's see for means:-0, mischief! thou art swift
you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :- || To enter in the thoughts of desperate meo!
Answer me like men :

I do remember an apothecary,–
When griping grief the heart doth wound, And hereabouts he dwells,-whoin late I noted
And doleful di.mps the mind oppress,

In tatter'd weels, with overwhelming brows,
Then music, with her silver sound;

Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? | Sharp misery had worn lviin to the bones: What say you. Simon Catling?

And in his needy shop a tortoise hung, 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. An alligator stuff'd, and other skins Pet, Pretty !-What say you, Hugh Rebeek ? Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound A beggarly account of einpty boxes, for silver.

"Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Pet. Pretty too!

-What say you, James Sound. Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses post?

Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a slow. 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

Noting this penury, to myself I said Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer : I An if a man did need a poison now, will say for you. It is-music with her silver sound, Whose sale is present death in Manitua, because such fellows as you have seldom gold for | Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it hirs. sounding:

O, this same thought did but fore run my wed;

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And this same needy map must sell it me.

'SCENE II.- A Churchyard; in it, a Monument be As I remember, this should be the house:

longing to the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his Page, Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.

bearing flowers and a torch.
What, ho! aposhecary !
Enter Apothecary.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand
Who calls so lond?

Rom. Come hither, man.-I see, that thou art poor

Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Hold, there is forty ducats : Let me have
A dram of poison ; such soon-speeding geer

Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground;

So shall no fout upon the churchyard tread,
As will disperse its·lf through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;

(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves)

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath

As signal that thou hear'st something approach. As violently, as hasty powder fir'd

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Page. I am almost afinid to stand alone
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death, to any he that otters them.

Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure.
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness,

[Retiras. And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,


Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,

The perfect model of eternity; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law:

Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, The world affords no law to make thee rich;

Accept this latest favour at my hands; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.

That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.

With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,

[The Boy whistics.

The boy gives warning, something doth approach. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength

What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. Rom. 'There is thy gold ; worse poison to men's || What, with a torch !-muffle me, night, awhile.

To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ? souls,

[Retires, Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell: Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, mattock, &e. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching

iron. Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Το iet's grave, for there must I use thee. [E.reunt. Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning

See thou deliver it to my lord and father. SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter Friar Give me the light: Upon thy life, I charge thee, John.

Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof,
John. Holy Franciscan triar! 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 John. Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:
Welcome from Mantua : what says Romeo ?

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

A precious ring; a ring, that I must use John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, In dear employment: therefore bence, begone: One of our order, to associate me,

But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry Here in this city visiting the sick,

In what I further shall intend to do, And finding him, the searchers of the town,

By heaven. I will tear thee joint by joint, Suspecting, that we both were in a house

And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs : Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

The time and my intents are savage-wild ;
Seald 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.
John. I could not send it,-here it is again-

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.- fake thou Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

that: So fearful were they of infection.

Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good fellow. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, Bal. For all this same, I'll lide me hereabout; The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Of dear import; and the neglecting it

Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, May do much danger: Friar Jolin, go hence; Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, Unto my cell.

[Breaking open the door of the monument. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. (Exit. . And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; That murderd my love's cousin ;-with which grief, She will besbrew me much, that Romeo

It is supposed, the fair creature diel, Hath had no notice of these accidents :

And here is come to do some villanvus shame But I will write again to Mantua,

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.And keep ber at my cell till Romeo come;

[aidvances. Poor living corse, clos’d in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. ll Stop thy unhallowd toil, vilu Montague ;

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Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I must, inleed; and therefore came I hither.
-Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
Fly hence and leave me; think upon these gone;
Let them attright thee.--I beseech thee, youth,
Heap not another sin upon my head,
By orging me to fury :-0, be gone!
By heaven, I love the better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not be gone ;-live, and herafter say
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Par, I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a telon here. Rom. Wilt tbou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

[They fight. Page. O lord, they fight: I will go call the watch.

[Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.]—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 thimk, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet : Said le not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so ? 0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misforturie's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,A grave? 0, no ; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet. and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there by a dead man interr'd.

(Laying Paris on the Monument. How oft, when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death : 0, how may I Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife! Death, that bath sack'd the honey of thy breath, Hath bad no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquerd; beanty's ensiga yet Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that band that cui thy youth in twain, To sunder his that was thine enemy? Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet, Why art thou yet so fair? shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Dipart again ; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids ; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world weariel Hesh.-Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a rightious kiss 4 dateless bargain to engrossing death!Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desp: rate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sta sick weary bark ! Here's to iny love! [Drinks.)-0. true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.


Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar Lat

rence, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight Have my old fet stumbled at graves - Who's there! Who is it that coa sorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you

well. Fri, Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that lends bright To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' imonument.

Bal. It doth so, holy sir ; and there's my tuaster, One that you love. Fri.

Who is it? Bal.

Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.

Full half an toata
Fri. Go with me to the vault.

I dare not, sír:
My master knows not, but I am gone hence;
And fiarfully did menace me with death,
If I did stay to look on his intents.

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alove - Fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some iil unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree bere,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master slew hiin.

Romeo - [Adami.
Alaek, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The stony entrance of this spulchrt?-
What mean these masterless and gury swords
To lie discolour'd by this piace of praca?

[Enters the Monume Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris wo? And steep'd in blood ?--AN, what an unkinat bear Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! The lady stirs.

(Juliet wakes and stars Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? I do rememember well where I should be, Ani there I am :- Where is my Romeo ?

(Neix ukis Fri. I bear some noise.- Lady, come from that is of death contagion, and uimatural skep; A greater Power than we can contradiet Hath thwarted our intents : come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Aud Paris tou i come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, gu, good Juliet,-[Noist again.] I dare stay longer.

(ER. Jul, Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.What's liere? a cup, closd in my true love's hand? Poison, I ste, hath been his timeless eod:O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative. (hisap ka Thy lips are warm!

i Wach (Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-0 happy das

[Snatching Romeo's tears. This is thy sheath; [Slabs herself.) there rust, au

let me die. [Falls on Romeu's bols, and di

Enter Watch, with the page of Paris Page. This is the place; there, where the world

doth burn. 1 Warch. The ground is bloody; Search about the

churchyard :


Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach.

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in

(Exeunt some. this. Piriful sight! here lies the county slain ;

Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath And Juliet bleeding: warm, and newly dead,

Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Who here hath lain these two days buried.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Go, tell the prince',-run to the Capulets.

And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Raise up the Montagues,-some others search ; I married them; and their stolen marriagealay

[Exeunt other Watchmen. Was Tybalt's dooms-day whose untimely death We see the ground whereon these woc's do lie; Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; But the true ground of all these piteous woes,

For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
We cannot without circumstance descry.

You-to remove that siege of grief from her,-
Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar.

Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, 2 Watch. Here's Roineo's man, we found him in the

To county Paris:-Then comes she to me, churchyard.

And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means 1 Watch. Hold bim in safety, till the prince come

To rid her from this second marriage,

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

Then gave I her, so tutorid by my art, Enter another Watchman, with Friar Laurence.

A sleeping potion ; which so took effect 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and As I intended; for it wrought on her Weeps :

The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo, We took this mattock and this spade from him, That he should hither come at this dire night, As he was coming from this churchyard side.

To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, 1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too. Being the time the potion's force should cease. Enter the Prince and Attendants.

But he which bore my letter, friar John, Prince. What misadventure is so early up,

Was staid by accident; and yesternight That calis our person from our morning's rest?

Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,

At the prefixed hour of her waking, Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others.

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? || Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo ; Some-Juliet, ard some-Paris ; and all run,

But, wheu I came, (some minute ere the time With open outcry, toward our monument.

Of her awakening,) here untimely lay Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain ; Sbe wakes; and I entreated her come forth, And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before,

And bear this work of heaven with patience: Warm and new kill'd.

But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Prince, Search, seek, and know how this foul mur. And she, too desperate, would not go with nue, der comes.

But (as it seems) did violence on herself. i Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's All this I know; and to the marriage man;

Her nurse was privy: And, if aught in this With instruments upon thern, fit to open

Miscarried by my fault, let my old life These dead men's tombs.

Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, Cap. O, heavens !-0, wife! look how our daughter | Unto the rigour of severest law. bleeds!

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house - Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this ? Is empty on the back of Montague

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death ; And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. And then in post he came from Mantua,

La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, To this same place, to this same monument.
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

This letter he early bid me give his father ;
Enter Montague and others.

And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up If I departed not, and left him there.
To see thy son and heir more early down.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch ?Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Sirrah, what made your master in this place? What further woe conspires against mine age?

Page. He came with Mowers to strew his lady's Prince. Loop, and thou shalt see.

grave; Mon Othou untaught! what manners is in this, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : To press before thy father to a grave?

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, And, by and by, my master drew on him ; Till we can clear those ambiguities,

And then I ran away to call the watch. And know their spring, their bead, their true descent; Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words Agd then will I be general of your woes,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death : And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear, And here he writes-that he did buy a poison And let mischance be slave to patience.

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Came to this vault to die, and he with Juliet Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,

Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Mouingue! Yet most suspected, as the time and place

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, Doth make against nie, of this direful murder; That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And here I sand, both to impeach and purge And I, for winking at your discords too, Myself condemned, and myself exçus d.

Have lost a brace of kinsten :-all are punish do

Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand : Poor sacrifices of our enmity! This is my daughter's jointure, for no more

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it Can I demanda

brings ; Mon. But I can give thee more:

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: For I will raise her statue in pure gold;

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; That, while Verona by that name is known,

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished : There shall no figure at such rate be set,

For never was a story of more woe, As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Eseun Capa As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie ;

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