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Jul. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where is my

lord? I do remember well, where I should be'; And there I am ; but where is Romeo ?

Fri. I hear some noise ! Lady, come from that Neft 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 lyes 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' ; I dare no longer stay. (Exit

. Ful. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand? Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. Oh 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 dye with a Restorative. Thy lips are warm.

Enter Boy and Watcb. Watch. Léad, boy, which way?

Jul. Yea, noise ? Then I'll be brief . O happy dagger!

[Finding a dagger, This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die.

[Kills herself, Boy. This is the place ; there, where the torch doth Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the

Go, some of you, whom e'er you find, áttach,
Pitiful sight! here lyes 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.
We see the Ground whereon these Woes do lye:

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But the true ground of all these piteous Woes
We cannot without Circumstance descry.

Enter some of the Watch, with Balthazar, 2 Watch. Here's : Romeo's inan, we found him in the church.yard.

I Watcb. Hold him in safety, 'till the Prince comes hither.

Enter another Watchman, with Friar Lawrence. 3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and

weeps :
We took this mattock and this spade from him,
As he was coming from this church-yard side.
Watch. A great suspicion : stay the Friar too.

Enter the Prince, and attendants.
Prince. What mifadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's Rest?

Enter Capulet and lady Capulet. 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 out-cry tow'rd our Monument,

Prince. What fear is this, which stattles in your ears?

Watch. Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris Rain, And Romea dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new killid. Prince. Search, seek, and know, how this foul mür

ther comes.
Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man,
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead mens tombs.
Cap. Oh, heav'n! oh, wife ! look how our daughter

This dagger hath mifta'en ; for, loe! the sheath
Lies empty on the back of Montague,
The point mis-fheathed in my daughter's bofom.'

La. Cap.

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La. Cap. Oh me, this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulcher.

Enter Montague.
Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir now early down.

Mon, Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to night ;
Grief of my son's exile hath ftop'd her breath :
What further woe conspires against my age ?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Mon. Oh, thou untaught! what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a Grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of out-rage for a while,
'Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
And then will I be General of your woes,
And lead you ev'n 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, murther ;
And here I stand both to impeach and purge
My self condemned, and my self excus d.

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

Fri. 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 stoln marriage day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city ;
For whom, and not for Tybalt

, Juliet pin'd.
You, to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth’d, 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 her self.
Then gave I her (so tutor'd by my art)


A neeping potion, which so took effect
As I intended; for it wrought on her
The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come, as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrowed Grave;
Being the time the potion's force should cease.
But he, which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back ; then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her awaking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's Vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my Cell,
'Till I conveniently could send to Romeo.
But when I came, (some minute ere the time
Of her awaking) here untimely lay
The noble Paris, and true Romeo dead.
She wakes, and I intreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heav'n with patience :
But then a noise did scare me from the comb,
And she, too desp'rate, would not go with me :
But, as it seems, did violence on her felf.
All this I know, and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy; but if ought in this
Miscarried by my fault, lec my old life
Be facrific'd, fome hour before the time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prince. We still have known thee for an holy man.
Where's Romeo's man?. what can he say to this?

, Baltb. I brought my master news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua To this same place, to this fame Monument. This letter he early bid me give his father, And threatned me with death, going to the Vault, If I departed not, and left him there.

Prinie. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the County's page, that rais'd 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 ope the tomb, FT


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 :
And here he writes, that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
Came to this vault to die, and lye with Juliet.
Where be these enemies ? Capulet! Montague

See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love !
And I, for winking at your discords too,
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
Can I demand.

Mon. But I can give thee more,
For I will raise her Statue in pure gold ;
That, while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at that rate be fet,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Rameo's by his lady iye :
Poor sacrifices of our enmity !
Prince. A gloomy Peace this morning with it brings,

The Sun for forrow will not fhew his head;
Go hence to have more talk of these fad things ;

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished.
For never was a story of more woe,
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

[Exeunt omnes.


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