call Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. What mean these masterless and gory swords [Laying PARIS in the Monument. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? How oft when men are at the point of death [Enters the Monument. Have they been merry? which their keepers | Romeo! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris, too? [hour And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkiad Is guilty of this lamentable chance!The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs. Jul. Ó, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am:-Where is my Romeo? A lightning before death: O, how may I Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: To sunder his that was thine enemy? [Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit. [hand? What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's 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! I Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you cary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Jul. Yea, noise?-then I'll be brief.-0 happy dagger! 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 church-yard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. 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 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. Enter another WATCHMAN, with Friar 3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: As he was coming from this church-yard side. We took this mattock and this spade from him, 1 Watch. A great suspicion; Stay the fiar too. Enter the PRINCE and Attendants. Prince. What misadventure is so earry 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? You-to remove that siege of grief from La. Cap. The people in the street cry-To county Paris:-Then comes she to me; Romeo, our ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd With instruments upon them, fit to open Cap. O, heavens!-O, wife! look how our This dagger hath mista'en,-for lo! his house* That warns my old age to a sepulchre. breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in To press before thy father to a grave? Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a "Till we can clear these ambiguities, And then will I be general of your woes, And let mischance be slave to patience.- Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means To rid her from this second marriage, That he should hither come as this dire night, cease. But he which bore my letter, friar John, watch? Doth make against me, of this direful mur-Sirrah, what made your master in this place? der; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Page. He came with flowers to strew his And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Ju- Where be these enemies? Capulet! Menta- See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate, with love! And I, for winking at your discords tog * Beat. Have lost a brace of kinsmen:*-all are punish'd. Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand: This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Mon. But I can give thee more: * Mercutio and l'aris. Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! 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 pun- For never was a story of more woe, [Exeunt. HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark. PERSONS REPRESENTED. FRANCISCO, a Soldier. HAMLET, Son to the former King, and Nephew REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius. to the present King. LAERTES, Son to Polonius. POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain. HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet. VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, ROSENCRANTZ, GUILDENSTERN, Courtiers. OSRIC, a Courtier. Another COURTIER. A PRIEST. MARCELLUS, Officers. BERNARDO, A CAPTAIN. An AMBASSADOR. GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of Hamlet. OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius. Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave-diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants. SCENE, Elsinore. Fran. You come most carefully upon your hour. Ber. "Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco. Fran. For this relief, much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, And I am sick at heart. Ber. Have you had quiet guard? Ber. Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS. Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again Ber. I have seen nothing. Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy; And will not let belief take hold of him, Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us; Therefore I have entreated him along, That, if again this apparition come, With us to watch the minutes of this night; He may approve our eyes, and speak to it. Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear. And let us once again assail your ears, Ber. Sit down awhile; That are so fortified against our story, What we two nights have seen. Hor. Well, sit we down, And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of [heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, Fran. I think, I hear them.-Stand, ho! Who The bell then beating one, Hor. Most like:-it harrows me with fear, (As it doth well appear unto our state,) and wonder. Ber. It would be spoke to. Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time Together with that fair and warlike form Mar. It is offended. Ber. See! it stalks away. Hor. Stay; speak: speak I charge thee, s not this something more than fantasy? What think you of it? Hor. Before my God, I might not this believe, Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes. Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. As thou art to thyself: Such was the very armour he had on, Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, Why this same strict and most observant watch task Does not divide the Sunday from the week: Hor. That can I; But to recover of us, by strong hand, head Of this, post-haste and romage* in the land. That was, and is, the question of these wars. As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse. Re-enter GHOST. But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! If thou hast any sound, or use of voice, If there be any good thing to be done, If thou art privy to thy country's fate, Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life death, cellus. Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan? Mar. 'Tis gone! [Exit GHOST. We do it wrong, being so majestical, crew. At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, 1 Sledge. Joint bargain. 11 Picked. **The covenant to confirm that bargain. ++ Full of spirit without experience. Resolution. |