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 crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you; Do you note me? 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 dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger :-Answer me like men: When griping grief the heart doth wound, Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound? What say you, Simon Catling? 1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians sound for silver. Pet. Pretty too!-What say you, James Soundpost? 3 Mus. 'Faith, I know not what to say. Pet. O, I cry you mercy! you are the singer: I will say for you. It is-music with her silver sound, because such fellows as you have seldom gold, for sounding : Then music with her silver sound, 1 Mus. What a pestilent knave is this same! 2 Mus. Hang him, Jack! Come, we'll in here: tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-Mantua. A Street. Enter ROMEO. ACT V. Rom. If I may trust the flattering eye of sleep, And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, Enter BALTHAZAR. News from Verona!-How now, Balthazar ? 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. Dumps were heavy mournful tunes. Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus: Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd; And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted To gicek is to scoff, and a gleekman signified a minstrel. What, ho! apothecary! Ap. Enter Apothecary. Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb. 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, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell: I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Enter FRIAR JOHN. John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! Lau. This same should be the voice of Friar Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; si.e. On a trivial or idle subject. • Stuff She will beshrew me much that Romeo SCENE III-A Church-Yard; in it, a Monu ment belonging to the Capulets. Enter PARIS, and his Page, bearing Flowers, and a Torch. Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof; Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal bed: Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain [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 BALTHAZAR, 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. Bel. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death i. e. A matter of importance. Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, [Breaking open the Door of the Monument. [Advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; And never from this palace of dim night last! Arms take your last embrace! and lips, O you Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, By urging me to fury:-0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris:- He told me Paris should have married Juliet: [Laying PARIS in the Monument. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain. Presence chamber. [Dies. Enter, at the other End of the Churchyard, FRIAR 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 What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, Fri. Bal. Who is it? Romco. Fri. How long hath he been there? Fri. Go with me to the vault. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence; Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone:-Fear comes upon me: O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Fri. Romeo! [Advances. | Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Enters the Monument. [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.--Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; 1 Conductor Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare 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! 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 churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful sight! here hes the county slain ;And Juliet bleeding; warm, 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 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 BALTHAZAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the churchyard. 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, 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, Warm and new kill'd. 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 These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heavens!-O wife! look how our This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house' 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 exile 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? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, And then will I be general of your woes, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, You-to remove that siege of grief from her,To county Paris:-Then comes she to me; And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art, A sleeping potion; which so took effect As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hither come at this dire night, To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Being the time the potion's force should cease. But he which bore my letter, friar John, Was staid by accident; and yesternight Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, At the prefixed hour of her waking, Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: But, when I came, (some minute ere the time Of her awakening,) here untimely lay The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, And bear this work of heaven with patience : But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; And she, too desperate, would not go with me, But (as it seems) did violence on herself. All this I know; and to the marriage, Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this 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. Where is the county's page that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal 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. Mercutio and Paris. [Exeunt |