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Rom. So shalt thou shew me friendship. -Take

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

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

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

[ Breaking open the monument, And in despight 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 supposed, the fair creature dy'd);
And here is come to do some villanous shame
To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him.
Stop thġ 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

upon those

gone,
Let them affright thee. I beseech 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.

[Dies,
Roni. In faith, I will: let me peruse this face
Mercutio's kinsman! Noble County Paris !
What said my man,

when

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betossed foul : Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me, Paris should have married Juliet.

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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, il tughter'd youth;
For here lies Juliet ; and her beauty makes
This vault a featting presence full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d.

[Laying Paris in the monuments
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 luck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimion in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And Death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody sheet?
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 eneiny?
Forgive me, coufin. Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet lo fairihall I believe.
That unsubftar rial Death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour !
For fear of that I fill will itay with thee;
And never from this palaie of dim night
Depart again : liere, here will I remain,
With worins thitt are thy chamber-maids; oh here
Will I set up my everlasting reft ;
And thake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last !
Arms, take your lait embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss.
A dateles bargain to ingrofiling death!
Come. bitier conduct! come, unfay'ry guide!
Thou desp’rate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks my sea-lick, weary bark,

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Here's to my love ! oh, true apothecary !

[Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter Friar Lawrence with lunthorn, crow and spade.

Fri. St. Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? Who's there?

Enter Balthasar. Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you

well.
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 Capulets monument.

Balth. It doth fo, holy Sir,
And there's my master, one you dearly love.

Fri. Who is it?
Balth. Romeo.
Fri. How long hath he been there?
Balth. Full half an hour.
Fri Go with me to the vault..

Balth. I dare not, Sir
My matter knows not but I am gone hence;
And fearfully did menace me with death,
If I did itay to look on his intents.

Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone; fear comes upon me; O, much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

Balth. As i did sleep under this yew tree here,
I dream'd my master and another fought,
And that my maiter slew him...

Eri. Romeo!
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?
What mean there masterless and

goary

swords,
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
Romeo ! oh pale ! Who else? what ! Paris too?
And iteep'd in blood ? ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance ?
The lady ftirs.

Jul [awaking ] Oh comfortable Friar, where is my I do remember well where I should be;

[Lord?

And

And there I am ; but where is Romeo ?

Fri I hear some noise! Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep; A greater power than we can contradict, Hath thwarted out intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead, And Paris too.---Come, I'll difpofe of thee Amongst a sisterhood of holy nuns, Stay not to question for the watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer stay. [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.
Oh 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.
Thy lips are warm.

Enter Boy and Watch.
Watch. Lead, boy, which way?

Jul. Yea, noise
Then I'll be brief.. happy dagger!

[Finding a dagger. This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die.

{Kills herself. Boy. This is the place; there where the torch doth

burn. Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the

church-yard ; Go, some of you, whom e'er you find, attach.

[Exeunt fome of the Watch. Pitiful fight! here lies the County Nain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the Prince, run to the Capulets, Raiie

up the Montagues ; some others, search We see the ground whereon these woes do lie : But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance defcry.

Enter some of the Watch, with Balthafar. 2 Watch Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard.

1 Watch.

i Watch. Hold him in safety, till the Prince comes

hither. Enter another Watchman with Friar Lawrence. 3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs, and

weeps. We took this mattock and this fpade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide.

1 Watch. A great suspicion : stay the Friar too. SCENE V. Enter the Prince, and Attendants.

Prince. What mifadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's reft ?

Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad?

La. Cap. The people in the street cry, Romeo; Some, Juliet; and some, Paris; and all run With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince. What fear is this which startles in your ears?

Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, feek, and know, how this foul mur.

ther comes.
Watch. Here is a Friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man,
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead mens' tombs.
Cap. Oh, heav'n! oh, wife ! look how our daughter

bleeds !
This dagger hath milta'en; for, lo ! the sheath
Lies empty on the back of Montague,
The point mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

La. Cap. Oh me, this fight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Montague. Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir now early down.

Mon. Alas, my Liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopt her breath : What further woe confpires against my age ?

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