a

my

was

Cap. Make haste, make haste! (E.xit 1 Serv.] - La. Cap. Accurs’d, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Sirrah, fetch drier logs !

Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!

2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
And never trouble Peter for the matter. [Exit. But one thing to rejoice and solace in,

Cap. 'Mass, and well said ; a merry whoreson! ha, And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!
Thou shalt be logger-head! - Good faith, 'tis day: Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
The county will be here with music straight, Most lamentable day! most woful day,

[Music within. That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
For so he said he would. I hear him near:- o day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Nurse! — Wife! - what, ho!-- what, nurse, I say! Never was seen so black a day as this!
Enter Nurse,

O woful day, 0 woful day!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up!

Par. Beguild, divorced, wronged, spited, slain!
I'll go and chat with Paris. - Hie, make haste, Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already: By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown! -
Make haste, I say!

[Exeunt. O love! O life! - not life, but love in death!

Cap. Despis’d, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-
SCENE V. — JULIET's chamber; Juliet on the bed. Uncomfortable time! why cam’st thou vow
Enter Nurse.

To murder murder our solemnity ? -
Nurse. Mistress ! — what, mistress ! - Juliet ! - O child! O child ! — my soul, and not

child! fast, I warrant her, she:

Dead art thou, dead! - alack! my child is dead ! Why, lamb!- why, lady! - fye, you slug-a-bed! And with my child, my joys are buried ! Why, love, I say! — madara!--sweet-heart! – why, Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not bride!

In these confusions. Heaven and yourself What, not a word?—you take your pennyworths now; Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all, Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant, And all the better is it for the maid: The county Paris hath set up his

rest,

Your part in her you could not keep from death; That you shall rest but little. — God forgive me, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. (Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep! The most you sought – her promotion ; I needs must wake her :- Madam, madam, madam! For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd: Ay, let the county take you in your bed;

And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd, He'll fright you up, i'faith! – Will it not be? Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Whatdrest! and in your clothes! and down again! O, in this love, you love your child so ill, I must needs wake you. — Lady! lady! lady! That you run mad, seeing that she is well: Alas! alas! - Help! help! my lady's dead! – She's not well married, that lives married long; O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!

But'she's best married, that dies married young, Some aqua-vitae, ho!- my lord! my lady! Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Enter Lady CAPULET.

On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
La. Cap. What noise is here?

In all her best array bear her to church :
Nurse. 0 lamentable day!

For though fond nature bids us all lament,
La. Cap. What is the matter?

Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!

Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
La. Cap. O me, 0 me!- my child, my only life, Turn from their office to black funeral:
Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! -

Our instruments, to melancholy bells ;
Help, help!- call help!

Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Enter CAPULET.

Our solemn hymys to sullen dirges change ;
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth! her lord is come! Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
Nurse. She's dead, deceas’d, she's dead! alack the And all things change them to the contrary,
day!

Fri. Sir, go you in, — and, madam, go with him!
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, And go, sir Paris ! every one prepare
she's dead!

To follow this fair corse unto her grave: Cap. Ha! let me see her! - Out, alas ! she's cold! The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill ; Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Move them no more, by crossing their high will. Life and these lips have long been separated :

[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris, Death lies on her, like an untimely frost

and Friar. Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.

1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be Accursed time! unfortunate old man !

gone. Nurse. O lamentable day!

Nurse. Honest good fellows, ah, put up, put up! La. Cap. O woful time!

For, well you know, this is a pitiful case!
Cap. Death, that bath ta'en her hence to make me

(Exit Nurse. wail,

1 Mus. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Ties op my tongue, and will not let me speak.

Enter Peter. Enter Friar LAURENCE and Paris, with Musicians. Pet. Musicians, 0 musicians, Heart's ease, heart's Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? case! 0, an you will have me live, play – heart's ease! Cap. Ready to go, but never to return :

1 Mus. Why heart's ease ? O son, the night before thy wedding day

Pet. 0, musicians, because my

heart itself plays Hath death lain with thy bride !--- See, there she lies, My heart is full of woe: 0, play me some merry Flower as she was, deflowered by him.

dump, to comfort me. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;

2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,

Pet. You will not then?
And leave him all! life leaving, all is death's ! 2 Mus. No.

Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's face, Pet. I will then give it yon soundly.
And doth it give me such a sight as this?

1 Mus. What will you give us ?

your wit.

Sealed op the door 80 that my speed Lau. Who bare John. I could not Nor get a messen 80 fearful were the

Lau. Unhappy fc
The letter was not
of dear import; a
May do moich dan
Get me an iron cre
Unto my

cell.
John. Brother, I'I
Lau. Now must
Within this three
She will beshrew
Hath had no notic
But I will write ag
And keep her at no

Poor living corse,

SCENE III. – A

belong Enter Paris, and

Pet. No, money, on my faith; but the gleek; I Bal. No, my good lord! will give you the minstrel.

Rom. No matter; get the gone! 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dag

[Exit Balthasar. ger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets. I'll re Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night! you, I'll fa you. Do you note me ?

Let's see for means ! - 0, mischief! thou art swift 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us.

To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out I do remember an apothecary,

And hereabouts he dwells — whom late I noted Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry- In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, dagger. Answer me like men:

Sharp misery had worn him to the bones; When griping grief the heart doth wound,

And in his needy shop a tortoise hang, And doleful dumps the mind oppress,

An alligator stuif'd, and other skins Then music, with her silver sound;

Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves

A beggarly account of empty boxes,
Why, silver sound? why,music with her silver sound? Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds

, What say you, Simon Catling?

Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck ? Noting this penury, to myself I said2 Mus. I say - silver sound, because musicians An if a man did need a poison now, sound for silver.

Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Pet. Pretty too! What say you, James Soundpost? Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. 1 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say.

0, this same thought did but fore-ran my need;
Pet. 0, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will And this same needy man must sell it me.
say for you. It is music with her silver sound, As I remember, this should be the house :
because such fellows as you have seldom gold for Being holiday, the beggur's shop is shut. -
sounding: -

What, ho! apothecary!
T'hen music, with her silver sound,

Enter Apothecary.
With speedy help doth lend redress. Ap. Who calls so loud ?

(Exit singing. Rom. Come hither, man!-- I see, that thou art poor;
1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same? Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have
2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here ; tarry A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. As will disperse itself through all the veins,

That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
A CT V.

And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath

As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
SCENE I. - Mantua. A street.

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Enter RoMEO.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantaa's lar
Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, Is death, to any he that utters them.
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedase
My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne; And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit

Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
1 dreamt, my lady came and found me dead; The world is not thy friend, nor the world's lar
(Strange dream ! that gives a dead man leave to The world affords no law to make thee rich;
think,)

Then be not poor,

but break it, and take this. And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents

. That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will

. Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd, Ap. Pat this in any liquid thing you will

, When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Enter BALTIASAR. of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight

. News from Verona! - How now, Balthasar? Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison

to mea'soeks

. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Doing more murders in this loathsome world, How doth my lady? Is my father well?

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sel How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;

I sell thee poison,' thou hast sold me vone,
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

Farewell! buy food, and get thyself in flesh!
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument, To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee ! (Exami
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

SCENE II. - Friar Latrerce's cell.
And presently took post to tell it you:

Enter Friur Jons. O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Since you did leave it for my office, sir !

Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! - Lau. This same should be the voice of friar Johr-
Thoa know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, Welcome from Mantua! What says Romeo?
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night! Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

Bal. Pardon me, sir! I will not leave you thus : John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import One of our order, to associate me,
Some misadventure.

Here in this city visiting the sick,
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;

And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

Suspecting that we both were in a house Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?

Where the infectious pestilence did reign,

Rom. Give met!
Hold, take this lo
See thon deliver
Give me the ligh
Whate'er thou b
And do not inte
Why I descend
ls
, partly,

to be But, chiefly, to A precious ring

la dear employer
But if thod, jeal
In what I farthe
By heaven, I wil
And strew this
The time and me
More fierce, and

a

Than empty tye

Bal. I will be

Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth; Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take
So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

thou that!
Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Live, and be prosperous ! and farewell, good fellow!
John. I could not send it, - here it is again, - Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires.
So fearful were they of infection.

Rom. Thon détestable maw, thou womb of death,
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, of dear import; and the neglecting it

(Breaking open the door of the monument. May do much danger. Friar John, go hence! Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Unto my cell.

Pur. This is that banish'a haughty Montague,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. That murder'd my love's cousin ; with which grief,
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;

It is supposed, the fair creature died, -
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;

And here is come to do some villainous shame
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.
Hath had no notice of these accidents :

[Advances. But I will write again to Mantua,

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! (Exit. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

Obey, and go with me; for thou must die!
SCENE II. – A churchyard; in it, a monument Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. -
belonging to the Capulets.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a Fly hence and leave me!--- think upon these gone; torch.

Let them atfright thee!- I beseech thee, youth,
Par. Give me thy torch, boy! Hence, and stand Heap not another sin npon my head,
aloof!-

By nrging me to fury!- 0, be gone!
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

By heaven, I love thee better, than myself!
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

For I come hither arm'd against myself!
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; Stay not, be gone!- live, and hereafter say
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

And do attach thee as a felon here..
As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Rom. Wilt thon provoke me? then have at thee,
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go!

boy!

(They fight. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone

Page. o lord! they fight ! I will go call the watch, Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

(Exit Page. (Retires. Par. 0, I am slain! (Falls.] -If thou be merciful, Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal Open the tumb, lay me with Juliet.

Dies. bed:

Rom. In faith I will. — Let me peruse this face; —
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Mercntio's kinsman, noble county Paris !
The perfect model of eternity;

What said my man, when my betossed soul
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,

Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
Accept this latest favour at my hands;

He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

[The boy whistles. To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand,
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. One writ with me in sour inisfortune’s book!
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ? A grave ? 0, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
What, with a torch! - muffle me, night, a while! For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

(Retires. This vault a feasting presence full of light. Enter Romeo und BALTHASAR with a torch, mat- Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd! tock, etc.

(Laying Paris in the monument.
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Hold, take this letter! early in the morning Have they been merry? which their keepers call
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.

A ghtning before death: 0, how may I
Give me the light! Upon thy life I charge thee, Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
And do not interrupt me in my course.

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Why I descend into this bed of death,

Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
A precious ring: a ring, that I must use

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone!- o, what more favour can I do to thee,
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in twain,
In what I further shall intend to do,

To sunder his, that was thine enemy?
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Forgive me, consin ! — Ah, dear Juliet,
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
The time and my intents are savage-wild;

That unsubstantial death is amorous;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea.

Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

And never from this palace of dim night

Jul. Yea, noise ? - then I'll be brief. - happy Depart again; here, here will I remain

dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger

. With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here This is thy sheath! (Stabs herself.) there rust, and Will I set up my everlasting rest;

let me die! (Falls on Romeo's body, and dies

. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you

burn. The doors of breath, seal with a rigliteous kiss 1 Watch. The ground is bloody: search abort A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

the churchyard: Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

Exeunt seme. The dashivg rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;Here's to my love!-(Drinks.] 0, true apothecary! And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Thy drugs are quick! -Thus with a kiss I die! [Dies. Who here hath lain these two days buried. – Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Raise up the Montagues, ---

--some others search;Fria Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

[Exeunt other Hatchmen.
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ! - Who's there? We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
Who is it, that consorts, so late, the dead? But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you We cannot without circumstance descry.
well.

Enter some of the Watch, with Baltaasae.
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in
What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light the churchyard.
To grubs and eyeless scalls? as I discern,

1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come It burneth in the Capels' monument.

hither. Bal. It doth so, holy sir! and there's my master, Enter another Watchman, with Priar. LATRENCE One that you love.

SWatch.llere is a friar, that trembles,sighs,andweeps: Fri. Who is it?

We took this mattock and this spade from him, Bal. Romeo.

As he was coming from this churchyard side

. Fri. How long hath he been there?

1 Watch. A great suspicion. Stay the friar too. Bal. Full half an hour.

Enter the Prince and Attendants. Fri. Go with me to the vault.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Bal. I dare not, sir!

That calls our person from our morning's rest? My master knows not but I am gone hence;

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Others

. And fearfully did menace me with death,

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? If I did stay to look on his intents.

La. Cap. The people in the street cry -- Romeo,
· Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone!-Fear comes upon me! Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run,
0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing!

With open outcry, toward our monument.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Prince: What fear is this, which startles in our ears?
I dreamt my master and another fought,

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And that my master slew him.

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Fri, Romeo ?

(Advances. Warm and new kill'd. Alack, alack! what blood is this, which stains

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul merThe stony entrance of this sepulchre ? –

der comes ! What mean these masterless and gory swords 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

man; (Enters the monument. With instruments upon them, fit to open Romeo! 0, pale! — Who else? what, Paris too? These dead men's tombs. And steep'd in blood ? — Al, what an unkind hour Cap. 0, heavens !- wife! look how our daughter Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

bleeds! The lady stirs.

(Julie wakes and stirs. This dagger hath mista'en, - for, lo! his house
Jul, 0, comfortable friar, where is my lord ? Is empty on the back of Montague, --
I do remember well where I should be,

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.
And there I am. Where is my Romeo ? [Noise within. La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a beli
Fri. I hear some noise.- Lady, come from that nest That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

Enter Montague, and Others.
A greater Power, than we can contradict

Prince. Come Montague! for thou art early up, Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away! To see thy son and heir more early down. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night

: And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee

Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath

: Among a sisterhood of holy nuns !

What further woe conspires against minc age?
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Come, go, good Juliet! — [Noise again.] I dare stay. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this
no longer.

{Exii. To press before thy father to a grave?
Jul. Go, get tļiee hence, for I will not away!-- Prince. Seal np the mouth of outrage for a while,
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ? Till we can clear these ambiguities,
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:
I

And know their spring, their head, their trne descenti
O chari! drink all, and leave no friendly drop, And then will I be general of your woes,
To help me after? --I will kiss thy lips : And lead you even to death: mean time forbear,
Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, All let mischance be slave to patience.--
To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses him. Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Thy lips are warm!

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy! - Which way? Yet most suspected, as the time and place

Then gave I her, so
A sleeping potion;
As I intended, for i
The form of death
That he should hit!
To help to take he
Being the time the
But he which bore
Was staid by accid
Return'd my letter
At the prefixed ho
Came I to take her
Meaning to keep !
Till I convenientl
But, when I came
Of her awakening
The noble Paris,
She wakes; and
And bear this we
But then a noise
And she, too des

a

But (as it seems,
All this I know;
Her nurse is priv
Miscarried by
Be sacrifcd, som
Upto the rigour

a

Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.-
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Myself condemned and myself excus’d.

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in And then in post he came from Mantua,
this.

To this same place, to this same monument.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath This letter he early bid me give his father;
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; If I departed not, and left him there.
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.-
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Where is the county's page, that rais’d the
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death watch?
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's
Yon—to remove that siege of grief from her-

grave;
Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :
To county Paris. — Then comes she to me; Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means And, by and by, my master drew on him ;
To rid her from this second marriage,

And then I ran away to call the watch.
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's,
Then gave I her, so tutor’d by my art,

words,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect

The course of love, the tidings of her death:
As I intended, for it wrought on her

And here he writes — that he did buy a poison
The form of death: mean time I writ to Romeo, of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
That he should hither come as this dire night, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. –
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,

Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague! -:ir Being the time the potion's force should cease. See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, But he which bore my letter, friar John,

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Was staid by accident; and yesternight

And I, for winking at your discords too,
Return’d my letter back. Then all alone,

Have lost a brace of kinsmen: - all are punish’d. At the prefixed hour of her waking,

Cap. 0, brother Montague, give me thy hand! Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

Can I demand.
Till conveniently could send to Romeo:

Mon. But I can give thee more:
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay

That, while Verona by that name is known,
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

There shall no figure at such rate be set, She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,

As that of true and faithful Juliet. And bear this work of heaven with patience: Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! And she, too desperate, would not go with me, Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it But (as it seems,) did violence on herself.

brings; All this I know; and to the marriage

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things ! Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished ! Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,

For never was a story of more woe, Unto the rigour of severest law.

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo ! Exeunt