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. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. 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, 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. 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 outery, toward our monument. 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 murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heavens !-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? 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 lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, 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; Prince. Then say, at once, what dost thou know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. 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 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 Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.— Have lost a brace of kinsmen :-all are punish'd. Mon. But I can give thee more: For I will raise her statue in pure gold; As that of true and faithful Juliet. Cup. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings: The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. |