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Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Mon. Oh, 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,
Fri, I am the greatest, able to do least,
Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.
Fri: I will be brief, for my short date of breath
gave I her (so tutor'd by my art)
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Prince. We still have known thee for an holy mar. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this?
Balth. I brought my master news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua To this same place, to this same monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatned me with death going to the vault, If I departed not, and left him there.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the County's page that rais’d the watch ! Sirrah, what made your master in this place ? | Page. He came with flowers to strew his Lady's grave, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb, And, by and by, my master drew on him ; And then I ran away to call the watch.
Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death : And here he writes, that he did buy a poison Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague ! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That Heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen : all are punish'd !
Cap. O brother Montague, give me thy hand,
Mon. But I can give thee more,
Cap. As rich shall Romeo's by his Lady lie;
The fun for sorrow will not shew his head; Go hence to have more talk of these fad things ;
Some shall be pardon'd, and fome punished. For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt omnes.
two foldiers. Fortinbras, Prince of Nor- || Reynoldo, servant to Poloway.
niis. Hamlet, fon to the former, || Ghost of Hamlet's father. and nephew to the prefent Gertrude, Queen of Den
mark, and mother to Hair
let. Horatio, friend to Hamlet.
Ophelia, daughter to PoloLaertes, son to Polonius. Voltimand,
nius, beloved by Hamlet.
Ladies attending on the Cornelius,
courtiers. Queen. Rofincrantz, Guildenstern,
Players,Grave makers, SailOfrick, a fop.
lors, Messengers, and oMarcellus, an officer.
ther Attendants, SCE N E, Ellinoor.
A C T I.
S CE N E I.
A platform before the palace.
cisco. Fran For this relief, much thanks : 'tis bitter cold, And I am fick at heart.
Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Fran. Not a mouse stirring.
Ber. Well, good night. If you
do meet Horatio and Mercellus, The rivals * of my watch, bid them make haste.
Enter Horatio and Mercellus. Fran. I think I hear them. Stand, ho! who is there? Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And liege-men to the Dane. Fran. Give you good night. Mar. Oh, farewel, honelt foldier ; who hath reliev'd Fran. Bernardo has my place: give you good night.
[Exit Francisco. Mar. Holla! Bernardo,Ber. Say, what, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him.
[Giving his hand. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Mar. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing.
Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our phantasy ;
Hor. Tush ! tush ! 'twill not appear.
Ber. Sit down a while,
Hor. Well, fit we down,
Ber. Last night of all,
dur. Peace,' break thee off.
*.al, foi partners.