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Come, go, good Juliet.[noise again.] I dare stay no longer.
[Exit. Ju. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.-What's here? a cup, closed 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 !
1 Watch. [within.] Lead, boy :—which way? Ju. Yea, noise ? then I 'll be brief.-0 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.
-some others search.
[Exeunt other Watchmen.
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie;
Enter some of the watch, with BALTVASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man; we found him
in the churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety till the prince come
Enter another WATCHMAN, with FRIAR LAURENCE.
and weeps :
1 Watch. A great suspicion: stay the friar too.
Enter 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
Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our
I 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
L. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
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 farther woe conspires against mine age ?
Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Ti. e. the scabbard.
Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile,
F. Lau. I am the greatest, able to do least;
in this. F. Lau. 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 doomsday, whose untimely death Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betrothed, and would have married her perforce 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 ler, so tutor’d by my art,