Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Retires. Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking open the door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- And here is come to do some villainous shame [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.--- By urging me to fury: O, be gone! Stay not, be gone ;---live, and hereafter say- Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face;Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so ?—O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence 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: O, how may I Call this a lightning?-O, my love! my 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, With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! [Dies. 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 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 skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. Who is it? Bal. Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; If I did stay to look on his intents. 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, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. Romeo!-[Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Enters the monument. The lady stirs. [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: 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.- Thy lips are warm! [Kisses him. 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy :-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-O 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 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. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;— |