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Farewel, buy food, and get thee into feih.
John. LTOLY Franciscan Friar! brother ! ho !
Enter Friar Lawrence to him.
Jobn. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
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 ;
Law. Unhappy fortune ! by my Brotherhood,
Law. Now must I to the Monument alone,
S CE N E III. Changes to a Churcb-yard; in it, a Monument belonging
to the Capulets.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
[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:
Or wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans.
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave, and weep.
Accept this latest favour at my hand;
[The boy whistles. -The boy gives, warning, something doth ap.
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.
deer employment.] That were supposed to have great sing action of imporiance. Gems powers and virtues.
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
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.
Ah dear Juliet,
4 - Presence-) A presince we should read, is a publick room.
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Call this a lightning! Call this a lightening ) I think
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