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To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

(Advances. Stop thy unballow'd toil, vile Montague; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I

hitber. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these

gone; Let them affright thee.-1 beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury :-0, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, begone;-live, and bereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away,

Par. I do defy thy conjurations, And do attach thee as a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.

[They fight. Page. O lord! they fight; I will go call the watcb.

(Erit Page. Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.]-Ifthou be mer

ciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. (Dies.

Rom. In faith, I will:-Let me peruse this face; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris; What said my man wheu my betossed soul Did not attend bim as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris sbould have married Juliet: Said he pot so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand, One writ witb me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, A grave? 0, no ; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interrd.

[Laying Paris in the Monument. How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry? which their keepers call A lightning before death : 0, low may I Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife !

Death, that bath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had po power yet upon thy beauty :
Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
0, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain;
To sunder his tbat was tbine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet, ·
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again; here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids; 0, 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 yon
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! -
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dasbing rocks thy seasick weary bark!
Here's to my love! (Drinks. 1-0, true apothe-
Thy drugs are quick.–Thus with a kiss I die.

[Dies. Enter at the other end of the Churchyard, FRIAR

LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade. Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to. night

(there? Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows
Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my

What torch is yond' that vainly lends his light
To grubs and eyeless sculls ? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capels' monument.

cary !

yon well.

Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my One that you love.

(master, Fri.

Who is it?

Fri. How long hath he been there?

Full balf an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. · Bal.

I dare not, sir : My master knows not, but I am gone hence, And fearfully did menace me with death, If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone ;-Fear comes

upon me: 0, 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. Fri.

Romeo?. (Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, wbich 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 Monument. Romeo! 0, 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. 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. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from

that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; A greater Power than we can contradict Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee Among a sisterhood of holy nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer.

[Erit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.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? Jul. Yea, noise ?-then I'll be brief.- happy

dagger! [Snatching ROMEO's Dagger. This is thy sheath [Stabs herselfl; 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

torcb 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 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 ;

[Ereunt 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 BALTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him

in the churchyard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince

coine 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, As be was coming from this churchyard 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 outcry toward our monument. Prince. What fear is this which startles in our ears?

[slain; 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris 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 Ro

meo's man, With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O heavens!-0, wife! look how our

daughter bleeds! This dagger bath mista'en,-for lo! this house Is empty on the back of Montague, And is missheathed in my daughter's bosom.

La. 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, fortbou 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 bath stopp'd ber 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

thy father to a grave? (while, Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a 'Till we can clear these ambiguities, (descent ; And know their spring, their head, their true And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. 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.

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