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: O, how may I Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: To sunder his that was thine enemy? [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; I Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you cary! Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter at the other end of the Church-Yard, Friar LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight [there? Have my old feet stumbled at graves? Who's Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light Fri. Who is it? Bal. Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal. I dare not, Sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon me: O, much 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. Romeo? [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?— * Conductor. Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-0 happy dagger! 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. 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 other WATCHMEN. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry. Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? La. Cup. The people in the street cryRomeo, Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, With open outcry toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. 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 daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house* That warns my old age to a sepulchre. Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early 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? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, "Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, And let mischance be slave to patience.- Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, And here I stand, both to impeach and purge know in this. You-to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, To county Paris:-Then comes she to me; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, meo, That he should hither come as this dire night, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. But he which bore my letter, friar John, And she, too desperate, would not go with And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: 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 Ju liet. Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, * Scat. HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. PERSONS REPRESENTED. FRANCISCO, a Soldier. HAMLET, Son to the former King, and Nephew REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. to the present King. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet. LAERTES, Son to Polonius. A CAPTAIN. An AMBASSADOR. GHOST of Hamlet's Father. FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway. GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet. OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, Elsinore. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Frun. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Fran. Not a mouse stirring. Ber. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Ber. Say. What, is Horatio there? Hor. A piece of him. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus. Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night? Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And let us once again assail your ears, Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, [heaven Had made his course to illume that part of Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who The bell then beating one, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again! Enter GHOST. Ber. In the same figure like the king that's dead. Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio. * Make good or establish, Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, (As it doth well appear unto our state,) and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form Mar. It is offended. Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, Is not this something more than fantasy? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Her. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump|| at this dead hour, With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, I know not; But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Why this same strict and most observant watch task Does not divide the Sunday from the week: What might be toward, that this sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the Who is't, that can inform me? [day; Hor. That can I; At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, * Conquers. ↑ Sledge, ¶ Joint bargain. The covenant to confirm that bargain. ++ Full of spirit without experience. ‡‡ Picked. Resolution. But to recover of us, by strong hand, Of this post-haste and romage* in the land. That was, and is, the question of these wars. As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. Re-enter GHOST. But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! I'll cross it, though it blast me.-Stay, illu sion! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, If there be any good thing to be done, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life cellus. Hor. And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons. I have heard, The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn, Awake the god of day; and, at his warning, Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring¶ spirit hies To his confine: and of the truth herein This present object made probation.** Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then they say no spirit dares stir abroad; ↑ Victorious. Wandering. * Search. The moon. ** Proof. + Suit. | Event. |