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Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
[Enters the Monument.
[JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:—Where is my Romeo ? [Noise within.
Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns ; Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer.
[Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.-What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: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.
[Kisses him. Thy lips are warm!
1 Watch. [within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.- happy dagger!
[Snatching Romeo's Dagger. This is thy sheath ; [stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die.
[Falls on Romeo's Body, and dies.
Enter Watch, with the page of PARIS.
1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the
churchyard : Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach.
[Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets,Raise up the Montagues,--some others search ;
[Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry.
Enter some of the Watch, with BalTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the
churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither.
Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sigbs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side.
1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too.
Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest?
Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?
La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument.
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our 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
1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man;
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this,
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath This dagger hath mistu'en,--for, lo! his house Is empty on the back of Montague,
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's hosom.] Shakspeare quaintly represents the dagger as having mistaken its place, and “it mis-sheathed," i. e. “missheathed itself” in the bosom of Juliet. It appears that the dagger was anciently worn behind the back.-STEEVENS.
! I will be brief.] It is much to be lamented, that the poet did not conclude the dialogue with the action, and avoid a narrative of events which the audience already knew.-JOUNSON. VOL. VIll.
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
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.
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words,
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand:
But I can give thee more:
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
m Have lost a brace of kinsmen :) Mercutio and Paris : Mercutio is expressly called the prince's kinsman in act III. sc. iv.; and that Paris also was the prince's kinsman, may be inferred from other passages.-Malone.