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Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
Fri, İ. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee.
Fri. L. Now must I to the monument alone;
SCENE III.-A Churchyard; 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. Under yond yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach, Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
Page. [aside.] I am almost afraid to stand alone Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. [Retires.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew:
O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones!
Or, wanting that, with tears distill’d by moans :
[The Page whistles.
Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Bal., [aside.] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear and his intents I doubt.
[Retires. Rom. Thou detestable 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
Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. -
Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And apprehend thee for 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. (Éxit.
Par. O, I am slain ! [Falls.]—If thou be merciful, Open the tornb, 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?-0, 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: 0, 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? 0, 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 still will stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again : here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.—Eyes, look your last!
Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR
LAWRENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fri. L. 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. L. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend,
Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
Who is it?
Romeo. Fri. L. How long hath he been there? Bal.
Full half an hour. Fri. L. Go with me to the vault.
Bal. I dare not, sir:
Fri. L. Stay, then: I'll go alone :-fear comes upon me; 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew tree here,
(Advances. 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 ! 0, 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. L. 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 no longer stay. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
[Exit FRIAR LAWRENCE. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's band? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end :O churl! drink all, and leave no friendly drop To help me after?-I will kiss thy lips; Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative.
[Kisses him. Thy lips are warm!
I Watch. [within.] Lead, boy:-which way?
[Snatching Romeo's dagger. 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, whoe'er you find attach.
[Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. — Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, Raise up the Montagues,—some others search :
[Eceunt others of the Watch. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry.
Re-enter some of the Watch with BALTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the