And her immortal part with angels lives. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Bal. I do beseech you, sir, have patience : Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd: Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do : Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Bal. No, my good lord. Rom. No matter get thee gone, And hire those horses: I'll be with thee straight. [Exit Balthasar. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. Let's see for means:-O mischief, thou art swift To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! And hereabouts he dwells,-which late I noted Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell : I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. SCENE II.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar ! brother, ho! Fri. L. This same should be the voice of friar John. Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo? Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Fri. J. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, One of our order, to associate me, Here in this city visiting the sick, And finding him, the searchers of the town, Suspecting that we both were in a house Where the infectious pestilence did reign, Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Fri. L. Who bare my letter, then, to Romeo? Fri. 7. I could not send it, here it is Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, [again,So fearful were they of infection. [hood, Fri. L. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherThe letter was not nice, but full of charge, Of dear import; and the neglecting it May do much danger. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight Unto my cell. Fri. J. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Under yond' yew-trees lay thee all along, Here in the church-yard; yet I will adventure. [Retires. Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew, O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones !Which with sweet water nightly I will dew; Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies, that I for thee will keep, Nightly shall be, to strew thy grave and weep. [The Page 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, awhile. [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 The time and my intents are savage-wild; Live, and be prosperous and farewell, good fellow. Bal. [Aside.] For all this same, I'll hide me here about: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [Breaking open the door of the monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin, -with which Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague! Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me think upon these gone; Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, And apprehend thee for a felon here. Par. [Falls.] O, I am slain !-If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, will.-Let me peruse this face : Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris! [Laying Paris in the monument. For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit Fri. L. 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! Thy drugs are quick.-Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter at the other end of the Church-yard Friar Laurence, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Fri. L. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night [there? This Have my old feet stumbled at graves !-Who's Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that [my friend, knows you well. Fri. L. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my One that you love. [master, Fri. L. Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Fri. L. How long hath he been there? I dare not, sir. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. Fri. L. [Approaching the tomb.] Romeo !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 tomb. Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkind Is guilty of this lamentable chance! [hour 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? [Noise within. Fri. L. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: [Snatching Romeo's dagger. is thy sheath; [Stabs herself.] there rest, 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. I Watch. The ground is bloody; search about the church-yard: Go, some of you; whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some of the Watch. Pitiful sight here lies 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 others of the Watch. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry. Re enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the church-yard. [come hither. I Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince Re-enter other of the Watch, with Friar Laurence. 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps; We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard side. 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 outery, toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? [Paris slain; I Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this To see thy son and heir more early down. Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: And then will I be general of your woes, Was stay'd by accident; and yesternight [man. Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's it. [watch? Where is the county's page, that rais'd the 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 Fri. L. I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Myself condemned, and myself excus'd. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. [breath Fri. L. I will be brief, for my short date of Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Their course of love, the tidings of her death Romeo, there dead, was husband to that And here he writes, that he did buy a poison Juliet; [wife: Of a poor 'pothecary; and therewithal And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Where be these enemies?-Capulet !-MonWas Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death tague! [city; See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this To county Paris: then comes she to me; And I, for winking at your discords too, Mon. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. [Exeunt. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad For never was a story of more woe, things; Othello, A noble Moor; General in the Vene- Emilia, Wife to Iago. Cassio, his Lieutenant. Iago, his Ancient. [tian Service. Bianca, Mistress to Cassio. Roderigo, a Venetian Gentleman. Officers, Gentlemen, Messengers, Musicians, SCENE. The first Act, in Venice; during the rest of the Play, at a Sea-Port in Cyprus. ACT I. SCENE I.-Venice. A Street. Enter Roderigo and Iago. Rod. Tush! Never tell me; I take it much That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse Iago. 'Sblood, but you will not hear me :- Rod. Thou told'st me thou didst hold him " [he, I would not follow him then. Iago. O, sir, content you; follow him to serve my turn upon him: We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd. You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave, That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd: [are, Nonsuits my mediators; for, Certes," says Whip me such honest knaves. Other there And what Who, trimm'd in forms and visages of duty, [was he? Keep yet their hearts attending on themselves; And, throwing but shows of service on their lords, [lined their coats, Do well thrive by them, and, when they have Do themselves homage: these fellows have some soul: "I have already chose my officer." By debitor-and-creditor, this counter-caster ; |