Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! [Exit. SCENE III.-A Churchyard; in it a Monument 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, [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew: O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones! Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: [The Page whistles. [Retires. Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, &c. 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. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :- In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that: Live and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, [Retires. [Breaking open the door of the monument. And here is come to do some villanous shame [Advances. Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me :-think upon these gone; Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! 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. Rom. In faith, I will.-Let me peruse this face :- [Dies. [Laying PARIS in the monument. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! [Dies. Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. L. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, One that you love. Fri. L. Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Fri. L. Go with me to the vault. Bal. I dare not, sir: Full half an hour. My master knows not but I am gone hence; And fearfully did menace me with death If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. L. Stay, then: I'll go alone:-fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. L. Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains [Advances. [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?— [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 hand? O churl! drink all, and leave no friendly drop [Kisses him. 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: [Exeunt 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 churchyard. |