Here lives a caitiff wretch would fell it him.

Oh, this fame thought did but fore-run my need,
And this fame needy man muft fell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house,
Being holiday, the beggar's fhop is fhut.
What, ho! Apothecary!

Enter Apothecary.

Ap. Who calls fo loud?

Rom. Come hither, man; I fee that thou art poor: Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have

A dram of poison, fuch foon-speeding geer,
As will difperfe itself thro' all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharge'd of breath,
As violently as hafty powder fir'd

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedness, And fear'ft to die? Famine is in thy cheeks; Need and Oppreffion ftare within thine eyes, • Contempt and Beggary hang upon thy back. • The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich, Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Ap My poverty, but not my will, confents. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and if you had the ftrength Of twenty men, it would difpatch you ftraight. Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to mens' fouls, Doing more murthers in this lothfome world, Than thefe poor compounds that thou may'st not fell. I fell thee poifon, thou haft fold me none.Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh. Come, cordial, and not poifon; go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I ufe thee. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. Changes to the monaftery at Verona. Enter Friar John.

John. Holy Francifcan Friar! brother! ho!

Enter

Enter Friar Lawrence to him.

Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Friar John.Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to affociate me,

Here in this city vifiting the fick;

And finding him, the fearchers of the town,
Sufpecting that we both were In a house
Where the infectious peftilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth;
So that my speed to Mantua there was ftaid.
Law. Who bore my letter then to Romeo?
John. I could not fend it; here it is again;
Nor get a meffenger 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.
Law. Now muft I to the monument alone;
Within thefe three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will befhrew 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.

[Exit

Poor living corfe, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit:

Changes to a church-yard: in it a monument belonging to the Capulets.

Enter Paris, and his Page, with a light.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy; hence, and ftand aloof, Yet put it out, for 1 would not be feen.

Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear clofe to the hollow ground;

nice, for of trifling imp rt.

So fhall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loofe, unfirm, with digging up of graves),
But thou fhalt hear it: whistle then to me,

As fignal that thou hear'st something approach.
Give me thofe flow'rs. Do as I bid thee; go.

Page.
Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure. [Exit.
Par. Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I

I am almoft afraid to ftand alone

ftrew.

[Strewing flowers. Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain, Accept this latest favour at my hand; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb.

[The boy whiftles. -The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach.What curfed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obfequies, and true love's rites? What? with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.

Enter Romeo and Bathafar 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'ft or feest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I defcend 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

In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone.
But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry

In what I further fhall intend to do,

By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs ; The time and my intents are favage, wild,

More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

Balth. I will be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.

Rom

Rom. So fhalt thou fhew me friendship.-Take
thou that;

Live and be proip'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 maw deteftable, thou womb of death,
Gorge'd with the deareft morfel of the earth,

Thus I inforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Breaking open the monument..
And in defpight I'll cram thee with more food.
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murther'd my love's coufin; (with which grief,
It is fuppofed, the fair creature dy'd);

And here is come to do fome villanous fhame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague.
Can vengeance be purfu'd further than death?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee;
Obey, and go with me, for thou must die.

Rom. I muft, indeed, and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a defp'rate man;

Fly hence and leave me

think upon those gone,
Let them affright thee.
I befeech thee, youth,
Pull not another fin upon my head,
By urging me to fury. Oh be gone!
By heav'n, I love thee better than myself;
For I come hither arm'd against myself.
Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter fay,
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy commiferation,

And apprehend thee 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 flain; if thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In faith, I will let me perufe this face
Mercutio's kinfman! Noble County Paris!
What faid my man, when my betoffed foul.
Did not attend him as we rode ? I think
He told me, Paris should have married Juliet.

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[Dies.

Said

Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo?

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was fo? 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, flughter'd youth;
For here lies Juliet; and her beauty makes
This vault a featting prefence 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.-0, how may I
Call this a lightning! O my love, my wife!
Death, that hath fuck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's enfign yet
Is crimion in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly't thou there in thy bloody fheet?
Oh, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To funder his that was thy enemy?
Forgive me, coufin. Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet fo fair fhall I believe.
That unfubfta tial Death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour!
For fear of that I ftill will 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; oh here
Will I fet up my everlasting reft;

And fhake the yoke of inaufpicious stars

From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your lait embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kiss.
A datelefs bargain to ingroffing death!
Come, bitter conduct! come, unfav'ry guide!
Thou defp'rate pilot, now at once run on
The dafhing rocks my fea-fick, weary bark.

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