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Farewel, buy food, and get thee into feih.
Come, cordial, and not poison ; go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must fuse thee. [Exeunt.

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John. LTOLY Franciscan Friar! brother ! ho !

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Enter Friar Lawrence to him.
Law. This same should be the voice of Friar John.
Welcome from Mantua ; what says Romeo ?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Jobn. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
Öne of our Order, to associaté me,
Here in this city visiting the fick;
And finding him, the Searchers of the town,
Suspecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious pestilence did reign,
Seal'd

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the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantúc there was staid.

Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo ?

John. I could not send it ; here it is again ;
Nor get a Messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Law. Unhappy fortune ! by my Brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence,
Get me an iron Crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee, . [Exit.

Law.

Law. Now must I to the Monument alone,
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake ;
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents.
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come.
Poor living coarse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!

(Exit.

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S CE N E III. Changes to a Churcb-yard; in it, a Monument belonging

to the Capulets.
Enter Paris, and bis Page, with a light.
IVE me thy torch, boy; hence and stand

aloof;
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear close to the hollow ground,
So 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,
As signal that thou hear'ít something approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee. Go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit.
Par. Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridle bed I
strew

[Strewing flowers. Fair Juliet, that with angels dast remain, 2 Fair Juliet, that with an Mr. Pope has followed the best

gels, &c.] These four lines copy. The folio has these lines; from the old edition. Pope. Sweet

flw'r, with flow'rs thy bridal bed I firew:
O woe! thy canopy is duft and stones,
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew,

Or wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans.
The obsequies which I for thee will keep,

Nightly shall be to strew thy grave, and weep.
Vol. VIII.

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Accept

Accept this latest favour at my hand;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead,
With fun'ral obsequies adorn thy tomb.

[The boy whistles. -The boy gives, warning, something doth ap.

proach.
What curfed foot wanders this way to-night.
To cross my Obsequies, and true love's rite?
What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, a while.

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Enter Romeo and Balthasar with a light. 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. Give me the light. Upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face ; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use ou ye In 3 dear employment. Therefore hence. Be gone: But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry On what I further shall intend to do,

itt 10 ye12 By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs, The time and my intents are favage, wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Thàn empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

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Baltb.

Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou shew me Friendship. Take

thou that. Live and be profp'rous, and farewel, good fellow.

Balth. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout. His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Exit Balth.

Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I inforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Breaking up the Monument, And in despight I'll cram thee with more food.

Par. This is that banilh'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin; with which grief, 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; Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I must, indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp’rate man; Fly hence and leave me, Think

Think upon these gone, Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Pull not another fin upon my head, By urging me to fury. O be gone ! By heav'n, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myseļf. Stay not, be gone. Live, and hereafter fay, A madman's Mercy bade thee run away.

Par. I do defy thy commiseration, And apprehend chee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy

(They fight, Paris falls, Page. Oh Lord, they fight! I will go call the

Watch. Par. Oh, I am Main, if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Julięt. ., (Dies. I 2

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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 married Juliet. Lid Said he not fo? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? Oh give me thy hand, One writ with me in four Misfortune's book, I'll bury thee in a triumphant Grave. A Grave ? O, no; a Lanthorn, 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 in the Monument.
How oft, when Men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry ? which their Keepers call.
A Lightning before Death. So, how may 1
Call this a Lightning !-Oh my love, my wife!
Death, thaç hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty,
Thou art not conquer’d; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale fiag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheer?
Oh, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his, thąt was thy enenıy?
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 still will stay with thee

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