We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; 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 come 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, 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 abroad? L. 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? 1 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 man, With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O heavens!-O wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en: for, lo! his house 1 And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. 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. Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave? 1 i. e. the scabbard. Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for awhile, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent; And then will I be general of your woes, F. Lau. I am the greatest, able to do least; Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know 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 ; Or in my cell there would she kill herself. A sleeping potion; which so took effect The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And then in post he came from Mantua, To this same place, to this same monument. Prince. Give me the letter; I will look on it.— Where is the county's page, that raised the watch ? 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, Anon, comes one with light to opè the tomb; And, by and by, my master drew on him; And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.— That Heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! And I, for winking at your discords too, Have lost a brace of kinsmen.1 All are punish'd. 1 Mercutio and Paris. |