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. 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; 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 What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords, Romeo! oh pale! Who elfe? what! Paris too? 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 Stay not to question for the watch is coming. Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop. I will kifs thy lips; Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them; 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, Cap. What fhould it be, that they fo fhriek abroad? 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 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 lead you ev'n to death. Mean time forbear, Fri, I am the greateft, able to do leaft, Prince. Then say at once what thou doft know in this. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo, : Came I to take her from her kindred's vault: Meaning Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, The Noble Paris and true Romeo dead. 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. 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; Prince. This letter doth make good the Friar's words, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! 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 ! |