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Ah me! how sweet is love itself poftest, Is death, to any he that utiers them.
When but love's Thadows are so rich in joy? Rom. Art thou lo hare, and full of wretchedres,
Enter Balthasar.

And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks,
News from Verona ! -How now, Balthafar ? Need and oppreifion ttarveth in thine eyes,
Dott thou not bring me letters from the triar? Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
How doth my lady? Is my father well?

The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
How fares my Juliet ? That I aik again ; The world affordds no law to make thee rich;
For nothing can be ill, if the be well.

Then be not poor, but break is, and take this Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Ap. My poverty, but not my will, conse:its. Her body neeps in Capulet's monument,

Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy vill. And her immortal part with angels lives;

sp. Put this in any liquid thing you will, I saw her laid low her kindred's vault, And drink it off; and, if you had the Itrength And presently took post to tell it you :

Of tu enly men, it would dispatch you ftragic. O pardon me for bringing these ill news,

Rom. There is thy gold; worte poiton to men's Since you did leave it for my office, fir.

fouls, Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! - Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, Than these poor compounds that thou may'ıt nu iek: And hire pott-horses ; I will hence to-night. I sell thee poison, thou hart sold me none.

Balth. Pardon me, sir, I dare not leave you thus : Farewel; buy food, and get thyself in fiethYour looks are pale and wild, and do import Come, cordial, and not poifon; go with me Some mitadventure.

To Juliet's grave, for there mult I use thee. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd ;

Eva. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do :

SCENE 11. Haft thou no letters to me from the friar?

Friur Luurene's Cell. Balth. No, my good lord.

Inter triar Jobr. Rom. No matter ; get thee gone,

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! And hire those horses ; l'll be with thee straight.

Erler Friar Lawrence,

[Exit Balbjar. Lan. This sime thould be the voice of friar John...
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-might. Welcome from Mantua : What lays Romeo?
Let's fee for means:-0, mischief ! thou art swift Or, it his mind be writ, give me his later.
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Yolin. Going to tind a bare-tout bruther out,
I do remeniber an apothecary,

One of our order, to atrociate me,
And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted Here in this city visiting the tick,
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows, And hinding him, the searchers of the town,
Culling of simples; meager were his looks, Suspecting that we both were in a louie
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones : Where the infectious pettilence did reis?,
And in his needly thop a tortvile hung,

Seald up the doors, and would not let us fortb; An alligator 1tutt'd, and other skins

So that my speed to Mantua there was 1tay'd. Of ill-thap'd fishes; and about his Thelves

Levit. Who bare my letter then to Romeu?
A beggarly account of empty boxes,

Jobr. I could not tend it, bere it is exciti,
Green earthen pots, bladders, and muíty feeds, Nor get : mellenger to bring it thee,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roles, So fearful were they of infection.
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a thew.

Lau. Unliapny fortune ! by my brotherhool, Noting this penury, to myself I faid

The letter was not nice', but full of charge An if a man did need a poison now,

Of diear import; and the neglecting it
Whose sale is present death in Mantua,

May do much danger : Friar John, go hence ;
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him. Get me an iron crow, and bring it Itraight
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need; Unto my cell.
And this fame needy man mult sell it me.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. Exis, As I remember, this thould be the house :

Lin. Now inuit I to the monument alone ;
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. Within theie three hours will fair Juliet wake;
What, ho! apothecary!

She will beihrew me much, that Romeo
Enter Apothecary.

Hath had no notice of chete accidents :
Ap. Who calls so loud ?

[poor ; But I will write again to Maniu, Rom. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Hold, there is forty ducats : let me have

Poor living curfe, clos'd in a dead man's lunib! A dram of poison ; such foon-speeding geer As will ditperle itself through all the veins,

S CE N E III. That the lite-wearv laker may fall dead;

A Couch-yard; in it, e Monument trang til And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath

Capulets. As violently, as hatty powder fir'd

Inter Paris, and Lis Puge wirba tsch. Duth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Par. Give me thy torchi, bey: Hience, and -p. Such mortal drugs I have ; but Mantua's law'

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Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

That murder'd my love's cousin ;-with which grief,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; It is supposed, the fair creature dy'd,-
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread, And here is come to do some villainous Mame
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves) To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague ;
As signal that thou hear'ft fomething approach. Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Give me thote Aowers. Do as I bid thee, go. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :

Page. I am almost afraid to Itand alone Obey, and go with me ; for thou must die.
Here in the church-yard ; yet I will adventure. Roni, I must, indeed ; and therefore came I hi.


ther. Par. Sweet Aower, with powers I strew thy Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, bridal bed:

(Strewing flowers. Fly hence and leave nie ;-think upon these gone; Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit doft contain Let them affright thee.--I befeech thee, youth, The perfect model of eternity;

Pull not another sin upon my head,
Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain,

By urging me to fury :--0, be gone!
Accept this latest favour at my hands;

By heaven, I love thee better than myself ;
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, For I come hither arm'd againit myself:
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!

Stay not, be gone ;--- live, and hereafter lay

[The boy wbiftes. A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
The boy gives warning ; something doth approach. Par. I do defy thy conjuration 2,
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, And apprehend thee for a felon here.
To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ?

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me. then have at thee,
What, with a torch ! Mutfe me, night, a while.


[They fight, Paris falls.
Enter Romeo, an.. Bulthafar with a, &c. Page. O lord! they fight: I will gu call the watch.
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching Par. O, I am Dain !--If thou be merciful,

Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. Dies.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning Rom. In faith, I will:- Let me peruse this
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light : Upon thy life I charge thee, Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris :
Whate'er thou hear'tt or feeft, stand all aloof, What said my man, when my belofied soul
And do not interrupt me in my course.

Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
Why I defcend into this bed of death

He told me, Paris should have marry'd Juliet :
Is, partly, to behold iny lady's face :

Said he not so ? or did I dream it fo?
But, chieflv, to take thence from her dead finger Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
A precious ring; a ring, that I must use

To think it was so ?-1, give me thy hand,
la dear employment.; therefore hence, be One writ with me in four misfortune's book!
gons :

I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-
But if thou, ježlous, dust return to pry

A grave? O, 110 ; a lanthun, laughter'd youth,
On what I further shall intend to do,

For here lies juliet, and her beauty makes
By heaven, I will tear thee joint hy joint, This vault a fcalting presence 3 full of light.
And itrew this hangry church-yard with thy limbs : Deatii, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd.
The time and my intents are fa a e-svild;

[I.crying Puris in the monument. More tierce, and more inexorable far,

How oft when men are at the point of death
Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea.

Have they been merry? which their keepers call
Bb. I will be gone, fir, and not trouble you. A ligtitna ng before death: 0, how may I
Ruim. So thalt thou thew me friendship.--Take Call this a ligliening :-0, my love! my wife !
thou that:

Death, that hath luck'd the honey of thy breath,
Live, and be prosperous ; and farewel, good fellow. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty :

Bulth. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's enlign yet
His luuks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,

{Exit Balthafar. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-
Rom. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Tybalt, ly'it thou there in thy bloody sheet:
Gorg'd with the deareft moriel of the earth, O, wbut more favour can I do to thee,
Thus i enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
[Breaking up the monument. Tu lunder his that was thine enemy?
Aid, in despight, I'll cram thee with more food ! 'Forgive me, cousin ! —Ah, dear Juliet,

face ;

I That is, alion of importance. Gems were supposed to have great powers and virtues. 2 Paris conceived Romeo tú have built open the monument for no other purdofe than to do some villainous shame on the dead bodırs, such as witches are resorted to have practifed ; and enesetore tells him he dclcs limi,

and the magic arts which ne fuípects he is preparing o use. To dep), a.fu ancienti; means lorefufe or deny; therefore Paris may incau - Irofule iu du as thou corjurit ile iu do, d. c. cu departo 3.A ; fence is a public rvom. Sila


you well.

Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe I do remember well where I should be,
I will believe (come lie thou in my arms) And there I am -- There is my Romeo?
That unsubstantial death is amorous ;

[Neiesitlus And that the lean abhorred moniter keeps

Lau. I hear fome noise.—Lady, come from the Thee here in dark to be his paramour.

neit For fear of that, I will ftill stay with thee; Of death, contagion, and unnatural 4 sleep; And never from this palace of dim night

A greater power than we can contradict Depart again : here, here will I remain

Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away : With worms that are thy chambermaids ; O, here Thy frusband in thy borom there lies dead; Will I set up my everlasting rest';

And Paris tvo; come, I'll dispose of thee And shak: the yoke of io.uspicious Nars

Among a fitterhood of holy nuns : From this world-wcaried feth.--Eyes, look your left! Stay not to question, for the watch is coming : Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, () you Come, go, goud Juliet,-[xfe agzin.] I uare fir: The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kils

no longer. A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

ul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not ans Come, bitter conducta, come, unfavoury guide! What's here? a cup, clos d in my true love's ha! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

Poison, I fee, hath been his timeless end :The dathing rocks thy fea-fick weary bark! O chui! drink all; and leave ro friendly drop Here's to thy health, u here'er thou tumbleft in : To help me after :--lwill kiss tlay lips; Here's to my love !--[Drinks] 0, true apothecary! Haply, some poison vet doth hang on them, Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kits I die. [Dies. To make me die with a restorative. (Aljes bis. Enier Fiar Laurence, with a lantborn, com and Thy lips are warm ! Spade.

Watch. [witbin] Lead, boy :-Which way? Lau. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night Jul. Tea, noite :--then I'll be brief.–Olur Hlave my old feet stumbled at graves 3 :- Who's

dagger! (Sauebing Kamis d.7. there?

This is thy Theath ; [fabs berfelf.] there riti, ad Inter Balthasar.

let me die. Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Enter Ii'alcb, with ibe Page of Paris.

Page. This is the place; there, where the torch Luz.. Blits be upon you! Tell me,good my friend,

doth buin. What torch is yond', that vainly lends lis lig! Wulch. The ground is bloody ; Search about the To grubs and eyeleis sculls ? As I discern,

church-yard ; It burreth in the Capulets' monument.

Go, fome of you, whome'er you find, attach. Balib. It doth so, holy fir; and there's my master,

Exeuntj. One that you love.

Pitiful sight! here lies the county lain ;Lak. Who is it?

And Juliet bleeding ; warm, and newly dead, Balıb. Romeo.

Who liere hath lain these two days buried.Lau. How long hath he been there?

Go, tell the prince,--run to the Capulets, Balıb. Full half an hour.

Raise up the Montagues,--some others le rch:Lau. Go with me to the vault.

We see the grou: d whereon there woes do lie; Balıb. I dare not, fir :

But the true ground of all these piteous woes
My master knows not but I am gone hence; We cannot without circumítance descry.
And fearfully did menace me with death,

Enter some of the ti aicb, witb Buloha ur.
If I did stay to look on his intents.


2 Ilirch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Lau. Stay then, l'll go alone. --Fear comes upon

in the church-yard. O, much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

i Ilutch. Hold him in safety, 'till the prince Balıb. As I did fleep under this yev-tree here,

come hither. I dreamt my master and another fought,

Enter another Wacknar, with Friar Lazeute. And that my master flew him.

3 1Patch. Here is a friar, that trembles, fighs, Lau. Romeo

and weeps : Alack, alack, what blood is this, which itains We took this mattock and this spade from him, The itony entrance of this fepulchre ?

As he was coming from this church-yard fide. What mean theie masterless and gory swords i Hanh. A great suspicion ; the friar too. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?--

Enter ebe Prince, and sttendants. Romeo ! O, pale !-Who else? what, Paris too? Piince. What misadventure is so early up: And steep'd in blood : --Ah, what an unkind hour That calls our perfon from our morning's rest? Is guilty of this lamentable chance !

Erter Capulei, und Lady Capuli, &c. The lady ftirs.

Cap. What thould it be, that they 10 thriek abroad! Jul. (waking.] 0, comfortable friar, where is La.Cup. The people in the street cry-Romeo,

Some-Juliet, and fome-Paris; and all run,

my lord ?

I see a note on scene 5th of the preceding act. To sei uf, one's refl is to be determined to any certain purpose, co reit in perfect contidence and clolution, to make up one's mind. 2 Corduttior conduttor. 3 This accident was reckoned ominous. 4 Shakipcare alludes to the fleep of Juliet, which was un'atual, being brought or by drugs.

man ;


With open out-cry, towarı our monument. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Prince. What fear is this, which itu tles in our Being the time the potion's force thould cease. ears?

But he which bore my letter, friar John, !!' zich. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris fiain; Was staid by accident; and yesternight And Romeo dead ; and Juliet, dead before, Return'd my letter back : Then all alone, Warm and new kill'd.

At the prefixed hour of her waking, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; murder comes.

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Flatch. Here is a friar, anil Naughter'd Romeo's 'Till I conveniently could send to Romeo :

But, when I came, (some minute ere the time With ivstruments upon them, fit to open

Of her awaking) liere untimely lay These dead men's tombs.

The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. Cup. O, heaven !-(, wife ! look how our She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, daughter bleedlo!

And bear this work of heaven with patience : This dagger hath milts'en, for, lo! his house But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Lies empty on the brck 3 of "víontague,

And the, too deiperate, would not go with me, And it mir-theathed in my «iu, hter's borom. But (as it leems) did violence on herielf.

La. Cap. Ome! this fighe at leath is as a bell All this I know: and to the marriage
That warns my old age to a lep chre.

Her nurse is privy : And, if aught in this
Enter Montaznik, and others.

Miscarry'd by my fault, let my old life
Prince. Come, Montaze, for thou art early up, Be sacrific'd, fome hour before his time,
To see thy son and heir nore euly down. Unto the rigour of severelt law.

Non. Als, my liege, my wife is dead to-light; Prince. We still have known thee for a holy Grief of my ion's exile hath topp'i ber breath: What further woe con; res against my age ? Where's Romeo's man ? what can he say to this? Prince. Look, and thou Thait iee.

Bulth. I brought my matter news of Juliet's Mon. Othou uccaught! what inanners is in this,

death ; To press before thy father to a grave?

And then in poft he came from Mantua, Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, To this iame piace, to this fame monument. 'Till we can clear these ambiguities,

This letter he early bid me give his father ; And know their spring, their head, their true de- and threaten’d me with death, going in the vault, scent;

If I departed not, and left him there. And then will I be general of your woes,

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Anledd you even to death : Mean time forbear, W'nere is the county's page that rais'd the watch:-And let mitchance be ilave to patience.-

Sirrah, what made your matter in this place ? Bring forth the parties of fufpiciun.

Puge. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Lu71. I am the greatett, able to do least,

grave; Yet moft luípected, as the time and place Andi bid me stand aloof, and so I did : Doth make against me, of this vireful murder ; Inon, comes one with light to ope the tomb ; And here I ftand, both to impeach and purge And, by and by, my master drew on him ; Mirelf condemned and myself eacus d.

And then I ran away to call the watch. Pince. Then 1.ay at once what thou dost know Prince. This lettor doth make good the friar's in this.

words, Lur. I will be brief, for my mort date of breath Their course of love, the tidings of her death : is not so long as is a tedious tale.

And here he writes---that he did buy a poiton
Romeo, there dead, was hufband to that Julier ; Of a por 'pothecary, and therewitha!
And the, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife : Come to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Where be thele enemies. Capulet! Montague!
Was Tybalt's dooms-lay, whole untimely death Sez, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
Banith the new-madle bridegroom from this city; That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
For whom, and not for Tybuilt, Juliet pin . And I, for winking at your discords too,
You-to remove that siege of grief from her-Have lost a trace of kinsmen :--all are punish'd.
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce, Cup. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand :
To county Paris :--Then comes the to me ; This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
And, with wild looks, bid me devile fome means Can I demand.
To rid her from this second marriage,

Mon. But I can give thee more ;
Or, in my cell, there would the kill herself. For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Then gave I her, so tutord by my art,

That, while Verona by that name is Kilowr,
A sleeping potion ; which to cook effect

There thall no figure at such rate be fet,
As I intended, for it wrought on her

As that of true and faithful Juliet.
The form of death : mean time I wric to Romco, Corp. As rich shall Romev by his lady lic;
That he should hither come as this dire night, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!

* It appears tha: the dagger was an iently worn behind the bark.



Prince. A glooming peace this morning with Some shall be pardon'd, and some puniftied!: it brings ;

For never was a story of more woe, The sun, for forrow, will not few his head : Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. (Exeunt eene. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;

2 Mr. Steevens says, that this line has reference to the novel from which the fable is taken. Here we read that Juliet's female attendant was banished for concealing her marriage; Romco's sert 31: set at liberty because he had only acted in obedience to his master's orders; the apothecary taken, tortured, condemned, and hanged; while Friar Lawrence was permitted to retire io a hermitage 19 the neighbourhood of Verona, where he ended his life in penitence and peace.

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