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For I come hither arm'd against my self:
Stay not, be gone; Live, and hereafter say,
A mad Man's Mercy bid thee run away.

Par. I do defie thy Commiseration,
And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? Then have at thee Boy.

[They Fight, Paris falls. Pag. O Lord they Fight, I will go call thee Watch.

Par. O I am flain; if thou be Merciful,
Open the Tomb, lay me with Juliet.

Rom. In Faith I will: Let me peruse this Face
Mercutio's Kinsman! Noble County Paris!
What said my Man, when my betofled Soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris should have married Juliet.
Said he not fo? Or did I dream it fo?
Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,
To think it was so? O give me thy Hand,
One writ with me in four Misfortune's Book,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant Grave.
A Grave? O no a Lanthorn, Naughter'd Youth:
For here lyes Juliet, and her Beauty makes
This Vault a Feasting Presence full of Light.
Death, lye thou there, by a dead Man interr’d.
How oft when Men are at the Point of Death,
Have they been Merry? Which their Keepers call
A Lightning before Death? O how may

Call this a Lightning ? O my Love, my Wife,
Death that hath suckt the Honey of thy Breath,
Hath had no Power yet upon thy Beauty:
Thou art not Conquer'd, Beauties Ensign yet
Is Crimson in thy Lips, and in thy Cheeks,
And Death's pale Flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloody Sheet?
O what more Favour can I do to thee,
Then with that Hand that cut thy Youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thy Enemy?
Forgive me, Cousin. Ah dear Juliet :
Why art thou yet so fair ? I will believe,
Shall I believe, that unfubftantial Death is Amorous ?
And that the lean abhorred Monster, keeps
Thee here in Dark, to be his Paramour ?


For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,
And never from this Palace of dim Night
Depart again: Come lye thou in my Armsy
Here's to thy Health, where-e'er thou tumblest in.
O true Apothecary!
Thy Drugs are quick. Thus with a Kiss I die,
Depart again; here, here will I remain,
With Worms that are thy Chamber-Maids; O here
Will I set up my Everlasting rest;
And shake the Yoak of inauspicious Stars
From this World's wearied Flesh, Eyes look your last:
Arms take your last Embrace; and Lips, you

The Doors of Breath, seal with a Righteous Kiss
A dateless Bargain to engrossing Death:
Come bitter Conduct, come unfavoury Guide,
Thou desperate Pilot, now at orice run on
The dashing Rocks thy Sea-fick weary Bark:
Here's to my Love. O true Apothecary!
Thy Drugs are quick. Thus with a Kiss I die.

Enter Friar Lawrence with Lanthorn, Crow, and Spade.

Fri. St. Francis be my speed, how oft to Night Have my old Feet stumbled at Graves? Who's there?

Pet. Here's one, a Friend, and one that knows you well.

Fri. Bliss be upon you. Tell me, good my friend,
What Torch is yond, that vainly lends his Light
To grubs and eyeless Sculls? As I discern,
It burneth in the Capulets Monument.

Pet. It doth so, Holy Sir.
And there's my Master, one that you Lové.

Fri. Who is it?
Pet. Romco.
Fri. How long hath he been there?
Pet. Full half an hour.
Fri. Go with me to the Vault.

Pet. 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; fears comes upon me;
O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

Pet. As I did sleep under this young Tree here,
I dreamt my Master and another fought,
And that my Mafter flew him.

Fri, Romeo!
Alack, alack, what Blood is this which stains
The ftony Entrance of this Sepulchre?
What mean these Masterless and Goary Swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of Peace?
Romeo ! oh 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.

Jul. O comfortable Friar, where's my Lord?
I do remember well where I should be ;
And there I am; where is my Romeo ?

Fri. I hear some noise, Lady, come from that Neft
Of Death, Contagion, and unnatural Sleep;
A greater Power than we can contradi&
Hath thwarted our Intents; come, come away,
Thy Husband in thy Bosom there lyes Dead,
And Paris tooCome 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.

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.
o Chur), drink all, and left 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.
Thy Lips are warm.

Enter Boy and Watch.
Watch. Lead Boy, which way?
Jul. Yea, noise
Then I'll be brief. O happy Dagger,
Tis in thy Sheath, there rust and let me die.

[Kills her self.
Boy. This is the place,
There where the Torch doth burn.




Watch. The Ground is bloody,
Search about the Church-yard.
Go fome of you, who e'er you find attach.
Pitiful sight! here lyes the County Main,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two Days buried.
Go tell the Prince, run to the Capalets,
Raise up the Mountagues, some others search
We see the Ground whereon chese Woes do lye;
But the true Ground of all these piteous Woes
We cannot without Circumstance descry.

Enter fome of the Watch with Romeo's Man.
2 Watch. Here's Romeo's -Man,
We found him in the Church-yards
Watch. Hold him in safety, 'till the Prince comes hither.

Enter Friar and a third Watchman. 3

Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, sighs and weeps : We took this Mattock and this Spade from him, As he was coming from this Church-yard fide. Watch. A great Suspicion, stay the friar too.

Enter the Prince and Attendants.
Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
Thit calls our Person from our Mornings Rest?

Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.
Cap. What should it be that they so thriek abroad?

La. Cap. O the People in the Street cry Romeo,
Some Juliet, and some Paris, and all run
With open out-cry toward our Monument.
Prince. What Fear is this which startles in your Ears?

Watch. Soyeraign, here lyes the County Paris flain,
And Romeo dead, and Juliet dead before,
Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Scarch,
Seek, and know how this foul Murther comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's Man,
With Instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead Mens Tombs.

Cap. O Heaven!
O Wife, look how our Daughter bleeds!
This Dagger hath mista'en, for loe his House


Is empty on the back of Mountague,
And is mis-sheathed in my Daughter's Bosom.

La. Cap. O me, this light of Death is as a Bell,
That warns my old Age to a Sepulcher.

Enter Moustague.
Pri. C;me, Mountague, for thou are early up
To see thy Son and Heir now early down.

Moun. Alas, my Liege, my Wife is dead to Night,
Grief of my Son's Exile hath stop'd her Breath :
What further Wo conspires against my age?

Pri. Look, and thou shale see.

Moun. O thou un taught, what Manners is in this, To press before thy Father to a Grave?

Pri. S:al up the mouth of Out-rage for a while,
'Till we can clear these Ambiguities,
And know their Spring, their Head, cheir true Descent ;
And then will [.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 Murther :
And here I stand both to Impeach and Purge
My self Condemned, and my self Excus'd.

Pri. Then say at once whit thou dost know in this?

Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of Breath
Is not so long as is a tedious 7'ale.
Romeo, there dead, was Husband to that Juliet ;
And the there dead, that Romeo's faithful Wife:
I Married them; and their stoln Marriage Day
Was Tybalts Dooms-day, whose untimely Death
Banith'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,
Vol. V.



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