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That I shall say good night, till it be morrow. Fri.

O, she knew well,

[Exit. Thy love did read by rote, and could not spell. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy But come, young waverer, come go with me, breast !

In one respect I'll thy assistant be; 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest !

For this alliance may so happy prove, Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell; To turn your households’ rancour to pure love. His help to crave, and my dear bap to tell. (Exit. Rom. O, let us hence: I stand on sudden haste.

Fri. Wisely and slow; They stumble that run SCENE.-Friar Laurence's Cell.

fast.

(Exeunt. Enter Friar LAURENCE, with a basket.

SCENE.-Friar Laurence's Cell. Fri. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night,

Enter Friar Laurence and Rome). Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light: Fri. So smile the heavens upon this holy act, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels

That after-hours with sorrow chide us not!
From fourth day's path, and Titan's fiery wheels. Rom. Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can,

It cannot countervail the exchange of joy
Enter ROMBO.

That one short minute gives me in her sight: Rom. Good morrow, father!

Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Fri.

Benedicite ! Then love-devouring death do what he dare, What early tongue so sweet saluteth me?- It is enough I may but call her mine. Young son, it argues a distemper'd head,

Fri. These violent delights have violent ends, So soon to bid good morrow to thy bed :

And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye,

Which, as they kiss, consume: The sweetest And where care lodges, sleep will never lie ;

honey But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain

Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign : And in the taste confounds the appetite; Therefore thy earliness doth me assure,

Therefore, love moderately; long love doth so; Thou art up-rous'd by some distemp?rature.

Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Rom. I have been feasting with mine enemy;

Enter JULIET.
Where, on a sudden, one hath wounded me, Here comes the lady ;-0, so light a foot
That's by me wounded : both our remedies Will ne’er wear out the everlasting flint.
Within thy help and holy physic lies:

A lover may bestride the gossamers
I bear no hatred, blessed man; for, lo,

That idle in the wanton summer air, My intercession likewise steads my foe.

And yet not fall; so light is vanity. Know, my heart's dear love is set

Jul. Good even to my ghostly confessor. On the fair daughter of rich Capulet :

Fri. Romeo shall thanks thee, daughter, for us As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine;

both. And all combin’d, save what thou must combine Jul. As much to him, else are his thanks too much. By holy marriage: When, and where, and how, Rom. Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy We mét, we woo'd, and made exchange of how, Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more I'll tell thee as we pass ; but this I pray, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath That thou consent to marry us to-day.

This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Fri. Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here! Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both Is Rosaline, that thou didst love s) dear,

Receive in either by this dear encounter. So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Jul. Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Not truly in their bearts, but in their eyes, Brags of his substance, not of ornament: Rom. "I pray thee chide not; she, whom I love They are but beggars that can count their worth ; now,

But my true love is grown to such excess, Doth grace for grace, and love for love allow; I cannot sum up half my sum of wealth. The other did not so.

Fri. Come, come, with me.

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ACT III.

SCENE.-
A Room in Capulet's House. Whoever would have thought it ?-Romeo !

I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,
JULIET. Enter Nurse.

God save the mark !-here on his manly breast : Jul. Ah me! what news! why dost thou wring A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse ; thy hands?

Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub’d in blood, Nurse. Ab well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's All in gore blood ; - I swoonded at the sight, · dead :

Jul. O break, my

bankrupt, break We are undone, lady, we are undone !

at once! Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead !- To prison, eyes! ne'er look on liberty ! Jul. Can heaven be so envious ?

Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here ; Nurse.

Romco can,

And thou and Romeo press one heavy bier ! Though heaven cannot:-0 Romeo, Romeo ! Nurse. O) Tybalt, Tybalt, the best friend I had !

heart!-poor

T

O courteous Tybalt! honest gentleman!

To comfort you :-) wot well where he is,' That ever I should live to see thee dead!

I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Jul. What storm is this, that blows so contrary? Jul. O find him! give this ring to my true Is Romeo slaughter'd; and is Tybalt dead?

knight, My dearest cousin, and my dearer lord :

And bid him come to take his last farewell. Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom !

Exeunt, For who is living, if those two are gone ?

SCENE.-A Room in Capulet's House.
Nurse. Tybalt is gone, and Romeo banished:
Romeo, that kill'd him, he is banish’d.

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Paris. Jul. O God !-did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt’s Cap. Things have fallen out, sir, so unluckily, blood ?

That we have had no time to move our daughter: Nurse. It did, it did ; alas the day! it did. Look you, she lov'd her kinsman Tybalt dearly, Jul. O serpent heart, bid with a flowering face, And so did I ;- Well; we were born to die. Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave ?,

'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night : Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical !

I promise you, but for your company, Nurse.

There's no trust, I would have been a-bed an hour ago. No faith, no honesty in men; all perjur’d,

Par. These times of woe afford no time to woo : All forsworn, all nought, all dissemblers.-- Madam, good night; commend me to your Shame come to Romeo !

daughter.

[morrow. Jul.

Blister'd be thy tongue, La. Cap. I will, and know her mind early toFor such a wish! he was not born to shame : To-niglit she's mew'd up to her heaviness. Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit ;

Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd Of my child's love; I think she will be ruld Sole monarch of the universal earth. !

In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. O, what a beast was I to chide at him !

Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed ; Nurse. Will you speak well of him that killd Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; your cousin

And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday nextJul. Shall I speak ill him that is my husband : But, soft; Wbat day is this ? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy Par.

Monday, my lord. name,

Cap. Monday? ha! ha! Well, Wednesday is When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it ?

too soon, But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin : O’Thursday let it be;-0 Thursday, tell her, Tybalt is dead, and Romeo - banished ;

She shall be married to this noble earl :That-banished, that one wordbanished, Will you be ready? do you like this haste ? Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tyball's death We'll keep no great ado ;-a friend or two. Was woe enough, if it bad ended there : For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Romeo is banished,—to speak that word,

It

may be thought we held him carelessly, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, Being our kinsman, if we revel much : All slain, all dead : – Romeo is banished, - Therefore we'll bave some half a dozen friends, There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? In that world's death ; no words can that woe Par. My lord, I would that Thursday were tosound.

[then: Where are my father and my mother, nurse ? Cap. Well, get you gone:-0' Thursday be it

Nurse. Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed,
Will you go to them? I will bring you thither. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day-
Jui. Wash they his wounds withi tears? mine Farewell, my lord.—Light to my chamber, ho!
shall be spent,

Afore me, it is so very late, that we
When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. May call it early by and by :-Good night.
*se. Hie to your chamber: l'll find Romeo.

[Exeunt.

a

morrow.

ACT IV.

SCENE.-Friar LAURENCE's Cell.

Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear’st of this,

Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it :
Enter Friar LAURENCE and JULIET.

If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Jul. Are you at leisure, holy father, now; Do thon but call my resolution wise,
• Or shall I come to you at evening mass ? [now. And with this knife I'll help it presently.

Fri, My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, God joiu'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands, Jul. o, shut the door! and when thou hast And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seald,

[help ! Shall be the label to another deed, Come weep with me : Past hope, past care, past Or my true heart with treacherous revolt

Fri. O Juliet, I already know thy grief ; Turn to another, this shall slay them both. It strains me past the compass of my wits ;

Fri. Hold, dangliter ; I do spy a kind of hope I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, Which craves as desperate an execution On Thursday next be married to this county. As that is desperate which we would prevent.

done so,

If, rather than to marry county Paris,

As are behoveful for our state to-morrow : Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself, So please you, let me now be left alone, Then is it likely thou wilt undertake

And let the nurse this night sit up with you ; A thing like death to chide away this shame, For, I am sure, you have your hands full all, That cop'st with death himself to 'scape from it: In this so sudden business. And, if thou dar’st, I'll give thee remedy.

La. Cap.

Good night! Jul. O, bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. From off the battlements of yonder tower;

[Exeunt Lady CAPULET and Nurse. Or bid me go into a new-made grave,

Jul. Farewell !-God knows, when we shall And hide me with a dead man in his shroud ;

meet again. Things that, to hear them told, have made me I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, tremble;

That almost freezes up the heat of life ; And I will do it without fear or doubt,

I'll call them back again to comfort me ;-
To live an unstaind wife to my sweet love. [sent Nurse !—What shall she do here?

Fri. Hold, then ; go home, be merry, give con- My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
To marry Paris : Wednesday is to-morrow; Come, phial.
To-morrow night look that thou lie alone,

What if this mixture do not work at all ?
Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber : Shall I be married then to-morrow morning ?
Take thou this phial, being then in bed,

No, no ;—this shall forbid it :-lie thou there.— And this distilled liquor drink thou off :

[Laying down a dagger, When, presently, through all thy veins shall run What if it be poison, which the friar A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead; Shall keep his native progress, but surcease. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd, No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou liv'st; Because he married me before to Romeo ? The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade I fear it is : and yet, methinks, it should not, To paly ashes; thy eyes' windows fall,

For he hath still been tried a holy man: Like death, when he shuts up the day of life: How if, when I am laid into the tomb, And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death I wake before the time that Romeo Thou shalt continue two-and-forty hours,

Come to redeem me ? there's a fearful point! And then awake as from a pleasant sleep. Shall I not then be stified in the vault, [in, Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead : And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Then (as the manner of our country is),

Or, if I live, is it not very like, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier,

The horrible conceit of death and night, Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault, Together with the terror of the place,Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. As in a vault, an ancient receptacle, In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Where for these many hundred years, the bones Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift ; Of all my buried ancestors are pack’d; And hither shall he come; and he and I

Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Will watch thy waking, and that very night Lies fest'ring in his shroud ; where, as they say, Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.

At some hours in the night spirits resort ;-And this shall free thee from this present shame, Alack, alack! it is not like, that I, If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear,

So early waking,—what with loathsome smells ; Abate thy valour in the acting it.

And shrieks like mandrakes* torn out of the earth,
Jul. Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear. That living mortals, hearing them, run mad ;--
Fri. Hold; get you gone, be strong and pros. O ! if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
perous

Environed with all these hideous fears ?
In this resolve ; I'll send a friar with speed 0, look! methinks, I see my cousin's ghos
To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord.

Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Jul. Love, give me strength! and strength shall Upon a rapier's point :-Stay, Tybalt, stay!: help afford.

Romeo, Romeo, Romeo,-here's drink-I drink to Farewell, dear father!

[Exeunt.

thee. [She throws herself on the bed. SCENE.-JULIET's Chamber.

SCENE. ---Mantua. A Street,
Enter JULIET and Nurse.

Enter ROMEO.
Jul. Ay, those attires are best ;--But, gentle

Rom. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, nurse,

My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night;

My bosom's lord sits lightly on his throne, For I have need of many orisons

And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit To move the heavens to smile upon my stat

Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Which, well thou know'st, is cross and full of sin. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead

(Strange dream! that gives a dead man leave to Enter Lady CAPULET.

think); La. Cap. What, are you busy, ho? Need you And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips, my help?

That I revived, and was an emperor. Jul. No, madam ; we have cull’d such neces

* The mandrake was a plant which was supposed to saries

groan when rooted up.

Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d, Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! Ap. My poverty, but not my will consents. Enter BALTHASAR.

Rom. I pray thy poverty, and not thy will. News from Verona !-How now, Balthasar ?

Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?

And drink it off ; and, if you had the strength How doth my lady? Is my father well ?

Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight. How doth my lady Juliet ? That I ask again;

Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's For nothing can be ill, if she be well.

souls, Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill.

Doing more murther in this loathsome world, Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not And her immortal part with angels lives.

sell; I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,

I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. And presently took post to tell it you :

Farewell : buy food, and get thyself in flesh. O pardon me for bringing these ili news,

Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me Since you did leave it for my office, sir.

To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars !

[Exeunt. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, SCENE. - A Church-yard ; in it; a monument And hire post-horses; and I will hence to-night.

belonging to the Capulets. Bal. I do be seech you, sir, bave patience. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import

Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a

torch. Some misadventure. Rom.

Tush, thou art deceiv’d. Par. Give me thy torch, boy : Hence, and stand Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:

aloof;llast thou no letters to me from the friar? Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Bal. No, my good lord.

Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along, Rom.

No matter : get thee gone, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight. So shall no foot upon the chureh-yard tread

(Exit BALTHASAR. (Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) 0, mischief! thou art swift

But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, To enter in the thoughts of desperate men ?

As signal that thou hearest something approach. I do remember an apothecary,–

Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go. And hereabouts he dwells, which late I noted Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, Here in the church-yard ; yet I will adventure. Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,

[Retires. Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal-bed And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,

I strew: An alligator stuff?d, and other skins

O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones,' Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about bis shelves Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Or wanting that, with tears distillid by moans; Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, The obsequies that I for thee will keep, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, Nightly shall be, to strew thy grvae and weep. Were thinly scatter’d to make up a show.

[The Boy whistles. Noting this penury, to myself I said

The boy gives warning, something doth approach. And if a man did need a poison now,

What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

To cross my obsequies, and true-love's rite? Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. What, with a torch!-muffle me, night, awhile. O, this same thought did but forerun my need;

[Retires. And this same needy man must sell it me.

Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a torch, As I remember, this should be the house :

mattock, fc. Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.What, ho! apothecary!

Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching

iron. Enter APOTHECARY.

Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Ap.

Who calls so loud ? See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Rom. Come hither, man.--I see that thou art Give me the light; Upon thy life I charge thee, poor;

Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Hold, there are forty ducats; let me have And do not interrupt me in my course. A dram of poison; such soon-s; eeding geert Why I descend into this bed of death, As will disperse itself through all the veins, Is, partly, to behold my lady's face: That the life-weary taker my fall dead.

But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law A precious ring; a ring that I must use Is death to any he that utters them.

In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone:Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretchedness, But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry And fear'st to die famine is in thy cheeks, In what I further shall intend to do, Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, More fierce, and more inexorable far, Contempt and beggary hang upon thy back, Than empty tigers or the roaring sea. The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law; Bil. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. The world affords no law to make thee rich; Rom. So shalt ihou show me friendship.-- Take * Herbs, † Stuff

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Live and be prosperous ; and farewell, good fellow. Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires. That unsubstantial death is amorous ;
Rom. Thon detestable maw, thou womb of And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
death,

Thee here in dark to be his paramour ?
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth, For fear of that I still will stay with thee;
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open.

And never from this palace of dim night [Breaking open the door of the monument. Depart again : here, here will I remain And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! With worms that are thy chamber-maids ; O, here

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, Will I set up my everlasting rest; That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars grief

From this world-wearied flesh. -Eyes, look your It is supposed the fair creature died,

last ! And here is come to do some villanous shame Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.- The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

[Advances. A dateless bargain to engrossing death!Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague.

Come, bitter conduct, * come, unsavoury guide ! Can vengeance be pursued further than death ? Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee: The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark ! Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Here's to my love!-[Drinks.] 0, true apothecary ; Rom. I must indeed; and therefore came i Thy drugs are quick.—Thus, with a kiss I die. hither.

[Dies. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly hence and leave me ;-think upon these gone; Enter, at the other end of the church-yard, Friar Let them affright thee.--I beseech thee, youth,

LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade. Put not another sin upon my head,

Fri. Saint Francis be my speed ! how oft toBy urging me to fury : -0, be gone!

night

[there? By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Have my old feet stumbled at graves !~ Who's For I come hither arm'd against myself :

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Stay not, be gone ;-live, and hereafter sayA madman's mercy bade thee run away.

Fri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my Par. I do defy thy commiseration,

friend, And apprehend thee for a felon here.

What torch is yond, that vainly lends this light Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at To grubs and eyeless skulls ; as I discern, thee, boy.

[They fight. It burneth in the Capels' monument. Page. O lord! they fight; I will go call the Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master, watch.

[Exit Page. One that you love. Par. O, I am slain ! [Fails.]-If thou be mer.

Fri.

Who is it? ciful,

Bal,

Romeo. Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [ Dies Fri. How long hath he been there? Rom. In faith, I will :-Let me peruse this face;

Bal.

Full half an hour. Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :

Fri, Go with me to the vault. What said my man, when my betossed soul

Bal.

I dare not, sir; Did not attend him as we rode? I think, My master knows not but I am gone hence; He told me Paris should have married Juliet : And fearfully did menace me with death, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?

If I did stay to look on his intents. Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

Fri, Stay then, I'll go alone :-Pear comes upon To think it was so ?-0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!

O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing; I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.

Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, A grave O, no; a lanthern, slaughter'd youth,

I dreamt my master and another fought, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

And that my master slew him. This vault a feasting presence full of light.

Fri,

Romeo !-[ Advances. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains [Laying PARIS in the monument.

The stony entrance of this sepulchre :How oft when men are at the point of death,

What mean these masterless and gory swords Have they been merry ? which their keepers call

To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ? A lightning before death : 0, how

[Enters the monument. Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife !

Romeo ! O pale !— Who else ? what, Paris too? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,

And steep'd in blood ? —Ah, what an unkind hour Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

Is guilty of this lamentable chance !Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet

The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs.

Jul. O comfortable friar! where is Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,

my

lord

I do remember well where I should be, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.

And there I am :-where is my

Romeo ? Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? 0, what more favour can I do to thee,

[Noise within.

Fri. I hear some noise.—Lady," come from that Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,

nest To sunder his that was thine enemy :

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