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For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
[Laying Paris in the monument.
wife! Death, that hath suck'd 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 flag is not advanced there.Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? O, what more favour can I do to thee, Than with that hand that cut 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 Depart again; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.--Eyes, look your
last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!—
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar
Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to
night Have my old feet stumbled at graves?--Who's
there? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument.
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that
Who is it?
Full half an hour.
I dare not, sir:
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
[Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale!—Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!The lady stirs.
[Juliet wakes and stirs.
[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:–0 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 Puge of Paris. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch
doth burn. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about
the churchyard: Go, some of you, who e'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;
[Ereunt 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
Enter another Watchman, with Friar Laurence. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs,
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
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 a
broad? 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.