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

[Drinks the poisons Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, erow and spade.

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

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

Fri. Blifs be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless fculls

as I difcern,

It burneth in the Capulets monument.

Balth. It doth fo, holy Sir,

And there's my mafter, 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 fleep under this yew-tree here, I dream'd my master and another fought,

And that my master flew him.

Fri. Romeo!

Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?

What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords,
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace?

Romeo! oh pale! Who elfe? what! Paris too?
And steep'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 fhould be;

[Lord?

And

And there I am; but where is Romeo?

Fri I hear fome noife! Lady, come from that neft
Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep;
A greater power than we can contradict,
Hath thwarted out intents; come, come away;
Thy husband in thy bofom there lies dead,
And Paris too.---Come, I'll difpofe of thee-
Amongst a fifterhood of holy nuns,

Stay not to question for the watch is coming.
Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer ftay. [Exit.
Jul. Go get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? :
Poifon, I fee, hath been his timeless end.

Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop.
To help me after?

I will kifs thy lips;

Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them;
To make me die with a reftorative..

Thy lips are warm.

Enter Boy and Watch.

Watch. Lead, boy, which way?

Jul. Yea, noife?

Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger !

[Finding a dagger.

This is thy fheat, there ruft and let me die.

[Kills herfelf. Boy This is the place; there where the torch doth

burn.

Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the church-yard;

Go, fome of you, whom e'er you find, attach.

[Exeunt fome of the Watch.. Pitiful fight! here lies the County flain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain thefe two days buried. Go, tell the Prince, run to the Capulets, Raile up the Montagues; fome others, fearchWe fee the ground whereon these woes do lie : But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumftance defcry.

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

Watch.

1 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 fufpicion: ftay the Friar too.
SCENE V. Enter the Prince, and Attendants.
Prince. What mifadventure is fo early up,
That calls our perfon from our morning's reft?
Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.

Cap. What fhould it be, that they fo fhriek abroad?
La. Cap. The people in the street cry, Romeo;
Some, Juliet; and fome, Paris; and all run
With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince. What fear is this which ftartles 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, seek, and know, how this foul mur. ther comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With instruments upon them, fit to open

Thefe dead mens' tombs.

Cap. Oh, heav'n! oh, wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en; for, lo! the fheath
Lies empty on the back of Montague,
The point mif- fheathed in my daughter's bofom.
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 fee thy fon and heir now early down.

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

Prince.

Prince. Look, and thou shalt fee.

Mon. Oh, thou untaught! what manners is in this, To prefs before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of Outrage for a while, Till we can clear thefe ambiguities,

And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
And then will I be General of your woes,

And lead you ev'n to death. Mean time forbear,
And let Mifchance be flave to Patience.
Bring forth the parties of Sufpicion.

Fri, I am the greateft, able to do leaft,
Yet moft fufpected; as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murther;
And here I ftand both to impeach and purge
Myfelf condemned, and myfelf excus'd.

Prince. Then say at once what thou doft know in this.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not fo long as is a tedious tale.

Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And fhe, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their ftoln marriage-day
Was Tybalt's doom's-day, whofe untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that fiege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce
To County Paris. Then comes the to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means
To rid her from this fecond marriage;
Or, in my cell, there would fhe kill herfelf.
Then gave I her (fo tutor'd by my art)
A fleeping potion, which fo took effect
As I intended; for it wrought on her

The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo,
That he fhould hither come, as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrowed grave;
Being the time the potion's force fhould ceafe.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was ftaid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back then all alone,
At the pre fixed hour of her awaking,

:

Came I to take her from her kindred's vault:

Meaning

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.
But when I came, (fome minute ere the time
Of her awaking), here untimely lay

The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
She wakes, and intreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heav'n with patience :
But then a noife did fcare me from the tomb,
And fhe, too defp'rate would not go with me:
But, as it feems, did violence on herself.
All this I know, and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy; but if aught in this
Mifcarried by my fault, let my old life
Be facrifice'd, fome hour before the time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prince. We still have known thee for an holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he fay to this? Balth. I brought my mafter news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua

To this fame place, to this fame monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father,
And threat'ned 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 ftrew his Lady's grave, And bid me stand aloof, and fo 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 fcourge is laid upon your hate,

That Heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love? And I, for winking at your difcords too,

Have loft a brace of kinfmen: all are punish'd !