Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet, And that the lean abhorred monster keeps With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Friar Laurence, learning that the letter in which he explained his plan to Romeo has miscarried, comes alone to the churchyard. As he now approaches the tomb, his fears already aroused, he sees signs of the recent combat. [Dies. Fri. L. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains Romeo! [Advances. To lie discolored by this place of peace? [Enters the tomb. Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? The lady stirs. [Juliet wakes. Jul. O comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am. Where is my Romeo? Fri. L. I hear some noise. [Noise within. Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: A greater power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents. Come, come away. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet [Noise again], I dare no longer stay. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit Fri. L. What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand? O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, Thy lips are warm. [Kisses him. First Watch. [Within.] 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. William Shakespeare 51 SCENES FROM HENRY IV, PART I I HE The deposed King Richard the Second was put to death with the connivance of the usurping Bolingbroke. Of the Prince of Wales, concerning whom Hotspur speaks so contemptuously, more will be heard in subsequent scenes. The stage direction reads: "Enter the King, Northumberland, Worcester, Hotspur, Sir Walter Blunt, with others." King. My blood hath been too cold and temperate, Unapt to stir at these indignities, And you have found me; for accordingly You tread upon my patience: but be sure Which the proud soul ne'er pays but to the proud. Wor. Our house, my sovereign liege, little deserves And that same greatness too which our own hands North. My lord, King. Worcester, get thee gone; for I do see O, sir, your presence is too bold and peremptory, The moody frontier of a servant brow. You have good leave to leave us: when we need Your use and counsel, we shall send for you. You were about to speak. North. [Exit W'or. [To North. Yea, my good lord. Those prisoners in your highness' name demanded, Which Harry Percy here at Holmedon took, Were, as he says, not with such strength denied Either envy, therefore, or misprision Condition: private disposition Misprision: misunderstanding Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dressed, And twixt his finger and his thumb he held He gave his nose and took't away again; With many holiday and lady terms He questioned me; amongst the rest, demanded I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds,-God save the mark! And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; He would himself have been a soldier. Grief: pain Pouncet-box: perfume-box |