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The most you sought was her promotion,
Cap. All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary. 90 Fri. Sir, go you in; and, madam, go with him; And go, Sir Paris; every one prepare To follow this fair corse unto her grave. The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will. Exeunt CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, PARIS, and Friar. First Mus. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah! put up, put
Peter. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost?
Third Mus. Faith, I know not what to say. Peter. O! I cry you mercy; you are the singer; I will say for you. It is music with her silver sound,' because musicians have no gold for sounding:
Then music with her silver sound
With speedy help doth lend redress. Exit. First Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same!
For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. Exit. First Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended.
Peter. Musicians, O! musicians; 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease': O an you will have me live, play Heart's ease.'
First Mus. Why Heart's ease'?
Peter. O musicians, because my heart itself plays My heart is full of woe.' O! play me some merry dump, to comfort me.
First Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now.
Peter. You will not then?
First Mus. No.
Peter. I will then give it you soundly. First Mus. What will you give us? Peter. No money, on my faith! but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel.
First Mus. Then will I give you the serving
Peter. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you. Do you note me?
First Mus. An you re us and fa us, you note us. Second Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
Peter. Then have at you with my wit! I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men :
Peter. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck Second Mus. I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
why silver sound'? why music with her silver sound'? What say you, Simon Catling? 130 First Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Second Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here; tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead;
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
Enter BALTHASAR, booted.
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.
Rom. Is it e'en so? then I deny you, stars!
Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.
Tush thou art deceiv'd:
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Culling of simples ; meagre were his looks, 40 Suspecting that we both were in a house Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : Where the infectious pestilence did reign, And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; An alligator stuff'd, and other skins
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Of ill-shap'd fishes ; and about his shelves
Pri. Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Pri. John. I could not send it, here it is again, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, So fearful were they of infection. Were thinly scatter'd to make up a show.
Fri. Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherNoting this penury, to myself I said
hood, An if a man did need a poison now,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge Whose sale is present death in Mantra,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. May do much danger. Friar John, go hence ; 0! this same thought did but forerun my need, Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight And this same needy man must sell it me. Unto my cell. As I remember, this should be the house :
Fri. John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Erit. What, ho! apothecary !
Pri. Lau, Now must I to the monument alone;
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake: Enter Apothecary.
She will beshrew me much that Romeo Ap.
Who calls so loud ? Hath had no notice of these accidents; Rom. Come hither, man. I see that thou art | But I will write again to Mantua, poor ;
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come: Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear
Exit. As will disperse itself through all the veins That the life-weary taker may fall dead, SCENE III.---The Same. A Churchyard ; in it a And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath, tomb belonging to the CAPULETS. As violently as hasty powder fir'd Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. Enter Paris, and his Page bearing flowers and Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
a torch. Is death to any he that utters them.
Par. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched- stand aloof; ness,
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, 70 Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground : Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back ; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, The world is not thy friend nor the world's law: Being loose, unfirm with digging up of graves, The world affords no law to make thee rich; But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee; go. Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. And drink it off ; and, if you had the strength
Retires. Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's I strew, souls,
( woe! thy canopy is dust and stones ; Doing more murders in this loathsome world
Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st
Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by not sell : I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. The obsequies that I for thee will keep Farewell ; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and
weep. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me
The Page whistles. To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. The boy gives warning something doth approach.
Exeunt. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night,
To cross my obsequies and true love's rite ? SCENE II.- Verona. Friar LAURENCE'S Cell.
What! with a torch ? muffle me, night, awhile. Enter Friar JOHN.
Retires. Fri. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother! ho!
Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch,
mattock, etc. Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Rom. Give me that mattock and the wrenchPri. Lau. This same should be the voice of ing iron. Friar John.
Hold, take this letter ; early in the morning Welcome from Mantua : what says Romeo ? See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Give me the light : upon thy life I charge thee,
Pri. John. Going to find a bare-foot brotherout, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, One of our order, to associate me,
And do not interrupt me in my course. Here in this city visiting the sick,
Why I descend into this bed of death
Is partly to behold my lady's face,
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger
Laying Paris in the tomb. A precious ring, a ring that I must use
How oft when men are at the point of death In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: Have they been merry! which their keepers call But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
A lightning before death: 0! how may ! In what I further shall intend to do,
Call this a lightning ? O my lovel my wife! By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : limbs.
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet The time and my intents are savage-wild, Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, More fierce and more inexorable far
And death's pale flag is not advanced there. Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ! Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. 0! what more favour can I do to thee, Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain thou that:
41 To sunder his that was thine enemy? Live, and be prosperous ; and farewell, good Forgive me, cousin! Ah! dear Juliet, fellow.
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe Bal. Aside. For all this same, I'll hide me That unsubstantial Death is amorous, hereabout:
And that the lean abborred monster keeps His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Retires. For fear of that I still will stay with thee, Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of And never from this palace of dim night death,
Depart again : here, here will I remain Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, With worms that are thy chambermaids; 01 here Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
Opens the tomb. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your
Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, last! That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you, It is supposed the fair creature died ;
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss And here is come to do some villanous shame A dateless bargain to engrossing death! To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Comes forward. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague, The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death ? Here's to my love !
Drinks. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:
O true apothecary ! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. Dies Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came I Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar
hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man;
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fly hence and leave me : think upon these gone; Pri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, to-night Put not another sin upon my head
Have my old feet stumbled at graves! Who's By urging me to fury : 0! be gone:
there? By heaven, I love thee better than myself,
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows For I come hither arm'd against myself : Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say Fri. Bliss be upon you ! Tell me, good my A madman's mercy bade thee run away,
friend, Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light And apprehend thee for a felon here.
To grubs and eyeless skulls ? as I discern, Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at It burneth in the Capel's monument. thee, boy!
They fight. 70 Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my Page. O Lord ! they fight: I will go call the master, watch.
Erit. One that you love. Par. O! I am slain.
Who is it?
Full half an hour, 13 Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris !
Fri. Go with me to the vault. What said my man when my betossed soul
I dare not, sir. Did not attend him as we rode? I think My master knows not but I am gone hence ; He told me Paris should have married Juliet : And fearfully did menace me with death Said he not so? or did I dream it so ?
If I did stay to look on his intents. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone. Fear comes To think it was so? O! give me thy hand,
upon me; One writ with me in sour misfortune's book : O! much I fear some ill unlucky thing. I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave ;
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew tree here, A grave! 0, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth, I dreamt my master and another fought, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes And that my master slew him. This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise. Lady, come from that
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep:
First Watch. Within. Lead, boy: which way?
Enter the PRINCE and Attendants.
Cap. What should it be that they so shriek abroad?
Lady Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo,
First Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County
And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,
Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul
First Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd
With instruments upon them fit to open
Cap. O heaven! O wife! look how our daughter bleeds.
This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo! his house
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up,
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. Othou untaught! what manners is in this,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
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
Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. Second Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet ; First Watch. Hold him in safety till the prince And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife : come hither. I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death Re-enter others of the Watch, with Friar LAURENCE. Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this Third Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps:
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
To rid her from this second marriage,
Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Where is the county's page that rais d the Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
watch? A sleeping potion ; which so took effect Sirrah, what made your master in this place ? As I intended, for it wrought on her
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo grave, That he should hither come as this dire night, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did ; To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; Being the time the potion's force should cease. And by and by my master drew on him; But he which bore my letter, Friar John, 250 And then I ran away to call the watch. Was stay'd by accident, and yesternight
Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's Return'd my letter back. Then, all alone,
words, At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Came I to take her from her kindred's vault, And here he writes that he did buy a poison Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. But when I came, some minute ere the time Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montagne ! Of her awakening, here untimely lay
See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with She wakes; and I entreated her come forth 260 love; And bear this work of heaven with patience ; And I, for winking at your discords too, But then a noise did scare me from the tomb, Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. And she, too desperate, would not go with me, Cap. O brother Montague! give me thy hand; But, as it seems, did violence on herself.
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more All this I know; and to the marriage
Can I demand, Her nurse is privy : and, if aught in this
But I can give thee more ; Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
For I will raise her statue in pure gold ; Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
That while Verona by that name is known, Unto the rigour of severest law.
There shall no figure at such rate be set Prince. We still have known thee for a holy | As that of true and faithful Juliet. man.
Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie ; Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this? Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's Prince. A glooming peace this morning with death;
it brings; And then in post he came from Mantua
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head : To this same place, to this same monument. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things : This letter he early bid me give his father, Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, For never was a story of more woe If I departed not and left him there.
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Exeunt. 310