Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Doing more murders in this loathsome world, I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.— John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exil. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb ! [Exu. SCENE III.-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri dal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch! - muffle me, night, a while. [Retires Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR with a to: ch, mattock, &c. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [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, Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris: - [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, Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks.] 0, true apo thecary! My master knows not, but I am gone hence; - Fear comes O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Romeo!-[Advances. Fri. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? — Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! 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 This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rest, 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 church-yard: Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. - 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. We took this mattock and this spade from him, 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? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true de And then will I be general of your woes, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open Cap. O, heavens! O, wife! look how our This dagger hath mista'en, - for, lo! his house And it 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? Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : Prince. We still have known thee for a hoy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. C For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That, while Verona by that name is known, Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's There shall no figure at such rate be set, Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Ber. Well, good night. Not a mouse stirring. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, Enter HORATIO and MARCELlus. Hor. Friends to this ground. Mar. And liegemen to the Dane. Fran. Give you good night. Who hath reliev'd you? Fran. Give you good night. Mar. What, is Horatio there? Hor. O, farewell, honest soldier: Bernardo hath my place. [Erit FRANCISCO. Holla! Bernardo ! A piece of him. Say. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Mar cellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : Fran. I think, I hear them.—Stand, ho! Who He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. |