The time and my intents are savage-wild; Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. thou that; Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [retires. Ro. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, [breaking open the door of the monument. And here is come to do some villanous shame [advances. Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague; Ro. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Pa. I do defy thy conjurations,1 And do attach thee as a felon here. Ro. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [they fight. Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the [Exit Page. watch. Pa. O, I am slain! [falls.]—If thou be merciful, Open the tomb; lay me with Juliet. [dies. : Ro. In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face :- A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth; 1 I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do; i. e. to depart. 2 Presence-chamber. SHAK. XIII. T Have they been merry! which their keepers call Call this a lightning ?-O, my love! my wife! Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you 1 For conductor. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on [dies. Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. F. Lau. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight 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. F. Lau. 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. F. Lau. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. F. Lau. Go with me to the vault. I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence; If I did stay to look on his intents. F. Lau. 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. F. Lau. Romeo?-[advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [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. Ju. 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. F. Lau. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: A greater Power than we can contradict Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; |