Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris:- [Laying Paris in the monument. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, (1) The allusion is to a louvre or turret full of windows, by means of which ancient halls, &c. are illuminated. (2) Presence-chamber. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! you Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O [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 to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves?-Who's there? 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 To grubs and eyeless sculls? 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. Bal. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir: (1) Conductor. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Bal. My master knows not, but I am gone hence; If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. 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. Romeo! [Advances. 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:-- [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.---Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; stay no longer. [Exit. 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! 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief-O happy dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rust, 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; warın, 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 the 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 some of the Watch, with Balthasar. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with Friar Laurence. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, 1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar too. Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, 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, 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 daugh- This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house! And is 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 wo conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. (1) i. e. The scabbard. |