·My heart is full of woe O, play me some merry dump, to comfort me. 2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek: I will give you the minstrel. 1 Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crochets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note ine? 1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will drybeat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger:Answer me like men When griping grief the heart doth wound, ACT V. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, News from Verona!- How now, Balthasar? Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. No, my good lord.' Rom. No matter: ger thee gone, And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. [Exit BALTHASAR. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Ap. Enter Apothecary. Who calls so loud? Rom. Come hither, man. I see, that thou art poor; Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have thus: A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law | Is death, to any he that utters them. Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.- John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; [Erit. SCENE III-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bri dal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain, [The Boy whistles. The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, a while. [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 But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. [Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montagur, That murder'd my love's cousin ; — with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died, — Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing flowers and Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague a lorch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I Fly hence and leave me;-think upon these uth, gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, yo Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the [Exit Page. watch. Par. O, I am slain! [Falls.]—If thou be mer ciful, Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris: He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, 4 [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 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? O, 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 will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. - Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! — Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! l'hou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Here's to my love! [Drinks.] 0, true apothecary! hy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Full half an hour. Fri. How long hath he been there? Fri. Go with me to the vault. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; · Fear comes O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Romeo!-[Advances. Fri. 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! 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? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:- Where is my Romeo? [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise. - Lady, come from that Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? 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? Jul. Yea, noise? - then I'll be brief.-O happy [Snatching ROMEO's dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. dagger! [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, who e'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain; Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true de- 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 Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. We took this mattock and this spade from him, This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo! his house And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath: 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? I married them; and their stolen marriage-day For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd. Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Can I demand. Mon. But I can give thee more: Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun for sorrow will not show his head : Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. |