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Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
Fri. Who is it?
Bal. I dare not, sir:
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone :-Fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
Fri. Romeo !-[Advances.
[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:
i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise ?—then I'll be brief.-0 happy dag
[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. 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.
[Ereunt 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. i Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come
Enter another Watchman, with Friar Laurence. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, 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.
La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo,
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 mur
der comes. i Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's
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, To press before thy father to a grave?
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death : Meantime forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder;