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Fly hence and leave me; - think upon these
Enter, at the other end of the church-yuril, Iriar gone ; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, yo
LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Heap not another sin upon my head,
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft to-night By urging me to fury: – 0, be gone!
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ? - Who's By heaven, I love thee better than myself ;
there? For I come hither arm’d. against myself :
Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead ?
Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Fri. Bliss be upon you ! Tell me, good my
friend, Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light boy.
[They fight. To grubs and eyeless sculls; as I discern, Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the It burneth in the Capels' monument. watch.
(Erit Page. Bal. It dach so, holy sir ; and there's my master Par. O, I am slain : [Falls.] - If thou be mer- One that you love. ciful,
Who is it? Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.
Romeo. Rom. In faith, I will : - Let me peruse this Fri. How long hath he been there? face;
Full half an hour. 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 :
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 coines To think it was so ? — 0, give me thy hand,
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree her
And that my master slew him.
Romeo! - [ Advances. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
(Laying Paris in the monument The stony entrance of this sepulchre ? How oft when men are at the point of death, What mean these masterless and gory swords Have they been merry? which their keepers call
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? A lightning before death : 0, how may I
(Enters the monumen!. Call this a lightning?
O, my love ! my wife! Romeo! 0, pale ! Who else? what, Paris too ? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, And steep'd in blood ? — Ah, what an unkind hour Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :
Is guilty of this lamentable chance ! Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
The lady stirs.
[Juliet wakes and stirs. Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
I do remember well where I should be, Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet ?
And there I am :- Where is my Romeo ? O, what more favour can I do to thee,
[Noise within. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
Fri. I hear some noise. Lady, come from that
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;
A greater Power than we can contradict That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : And never from this palace of dim night
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Depart again; here, here will I remain
Come, go, good Juliet, — [Noise again.] I dare stay With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
[Erit. Will I set up my everlasting rest ;
Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand ?
O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop,
To make me die with a restorative.
[Kisses him. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thy lips are warm ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
i Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy: – Which way? The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
Jul. Yea, noise ? then I'll be brief.-0 happy Here's to my love! - [Drinks.] 0, true apo
dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger. thecary!
This is thy sheath ; [Stabs herself.) there rest, and Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
let me die.
(Falls on Romeo's budy, and dies.
and weeps :
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.
while, Page. This is the place; there, where the torch | Till we can clear these ambiguities, doth burn.
And know their spring, their head, their true de 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about
scent; the church-yard :
And then will I be general of your woes, Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach. And lead you even to death : Meantime forbeai.
[Ereunt some. And let mischance be slave to patience. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Raise up the Montagues, - some others search ; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
| Ereunt other Watchmen. | Myself condemned and myself excus'd. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Prince. Then say at once what thou dost kuo* But the true ground of all these piteous woes,
in this. We cannot without circumstance descry.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR.
Romeo there dead, was husband to that Juliet, 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wise: the church-yard.
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day 1 Walch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death hither.
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom froin this Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE.
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, You - to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, We took this mattock and this spade from him, To county Paris :
Then comes she to me; As he was coming from this church-yard side. And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mews 1 Watch. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too. To rid her from this second marriage, Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor’d by my art, Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
A sleeping potion ; which so took effect Tbat calls our person from our morning's rest? As I intended, for it wrought on her Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and others.
The form of death : meantime I writ to Romeo),
That he should bither come as this dire night, Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek | To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, abroad?
Being the time the potion's force should cease. La. Cap. The people in the street cry - Romeo, But he which bore my letter, friar John, Some — - Juliet, and some - Paris ; and all run, Was staid by accident; and yesternight With open outcry, toward our monument.
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our At the prefixed hour of her waking, ears?
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, slain ;
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo : And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before, But when I came, some minute ere the time Warm and new kill'd.
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul | The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. murder comes.
She wakes ; and I entreated her come forth, 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's And bear this work of heaven with patience :
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb ; With instruments upon them, fit to open
And she, too desperate, would not go with me, These dead men's tombs.
But (as it seems,) did violence on herself. Cap. O, heavens !
O, wife! look how our All this I know; and to the marriage daughter bleeds !
Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this Tliis dagger hath mista'en, - for, lo! his house
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Is empty on the back of Montague,
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. Unto the rigour of severest law.
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, Prince. We still have known thee for a hoy That wa my old age to a sepulchre.
Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Enter MONTAGUE and others.
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; Prince. Come, Montague ; for thou art early up, And then in post he came from Mantua, To see thy son and heir more early down.
To this same place, to this sanie monument. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night ; This letter he early bid me give his father ; Grief of my son's exíle hath stopp'd her breath : And threatend me with death, going in the rault, What further woe conspires against mine age ? If I departed not, and left him there. Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch:To press before thy father to a grave ?
Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hana. grave;
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :
Can I demand. Anon, connes one with light to ope the tomb ;
But I can give thee more : And, by and by, my master drew on him;
For I will raise her statue in pure gold ; And then I ran away to call the watch.
That, while Verona by that name is known, Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's | There shall no figure at such rate be set, words,
As that of true and faithful Juliet. Their course of love, the tidings of her death : Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie ; And here he writes — that he did buy a poison Poor sacrifices of our enmity! Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
brings ; Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague !- The sun for sorrow will not show his head : See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished : And I, for winking at your discords too,
For never was a story of more woe Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punis!’d. Than this of Juliet and her Romco. (Ercint
CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.
BERNARDO, an officer.
FRANCISCO, a soldier.
REYNALDO, servant to Polonius.
A Captain. Horatio, friend to Hamlet.
An Ambassador. LAERTES, son to Polonius.
Ghost of Hamlet's father.
FortinerAS, Prince of Norway.
GertRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and mother of Harnleme GUILDENSTERN,
OPHELIA, daughter of Polonius.
Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, GrareA Priest.
diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. MARCELLUS, an officer.
SCENE, - ELSINORE.
SCENE I. - Elsinore. A Platform before the
Hor. Friends to this ground.
And liegemen to the Dane.
Fran. Give you good night.
O, farewell, honest soldier : Ber. Who's there?
Who hath reliev'd you ? Fran. Nay, answer me : stand, and unfold
Bernardo hath my place. Yourself.
Give you good night.
[Erit FRANCISCO. Ber. Long live the king !
Holla! Bernardo !
He. What, is Horatio there? Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Hor.
A piece of him. Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed, Ber. Welcome, Horatio ; welcome, good MarFrancisco.
cellus. Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to. And I am sick at heart.
night? Ber. Have you had quiet guard?
Ber. I have seen nothing. Fran.
Not a mouse stirring. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; Ber. Well, good night.
And will not let belief take hold of him, If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us : The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Therefore I have entreated him, along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;
That, if again this apparition come,
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Sit down awhile ; | Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet And let us once again assail your ears,
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) That are so fortified against our story,
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact, What we two nights have seen.
Well ratified by law, and heraldry, Hor.
Well, sit we down, Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror : Ber. Last night of all,
Against the which, a moiety competent When
yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Had made his course to illume that part of heaven To the inheritance of Fortinbras, Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, The bell then beating one,
And carriage of the article design'd, Mar. Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes His fell to Hamlet : Now, sir, young Fortinbras, again!
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark’d up a list of landless resolutes,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Ber. It would be spoke to.
So by his father lost : And this, I take it, Mar.
Speak to it, Horatio. Is the main motive of our preparations; Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of The source of this our watch; and the chief head night,
Of this post-haste and romage in the land. Together with that fair and warlike form
Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so : In which the majesty of buried Denmark
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee, Comes armed through our watch; so like the king speak.
That was, and is, the question of these wars. Mar. It is offended.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye. Ber. See! it stalks away.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, Hor. Stay ; speak : speak I charge thee, speak. A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer.
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets. Ber. How now, Horatio ? you tremble, and look pale :
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Is not this something more than fantasy ?
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star, What think you of it ?
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse. Without the sensible and true avouch
And even the like precurse of fierce events, Of mine own eyes.
As harbingers preceding still the fates, Mar.
Is it not like the king ? And prologue to the omen coming on, — Hor. As thou art to thyself :
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated Such was the very armour he had on,
Unto our climatures and countrymen.
But, soft; behold ! lo, where it comes again! 'Tis strange.
I'll cross it, though it blast me. — Stay, illusion ! Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, hour,
Speak to me :
Speak to me :)
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
[Cock crows. And foreign mart for implements of war :
Speak of it:- stay, and speak. -— Stop it, Marcellus. Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Does not divide the Sunday from the week :
Ilor. Do, if it will not stand. What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
'Tis here! Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day ; Hor.
'Tis here. Who is't, that can inform me?
Mar. 'Tis gone!
[Erit Ghost. Hor.
That can I; We do it wrong, being so majestical, At least, the whisper goes so.
Our last king,
To offer it the show of violence; Whose image even but now appear’d to us,
For it is, as the air, invulnerable, Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, And our vain blows malicious mockery: 'Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.