Puslapio vaizdai

What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords,
To lie difcolour'd by this place of peace?

Romeo! oh pale! who elfe? what Paris too?
And fteep'd in blood? ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance?

The lady ftirs.

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 fome noife! Lady, come from that neft

Of death, contagion, and unnatural fleep;

A greater Power, than we can contradict,
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away;
Thy husband in thy bofom there lies dead,
And Paris too-Come, I'll difpofe of thee
Amongst a fifterhood of holy Nuns :


Stay not to question, for the Watch is coming. Come, go, good Juliet; I dare no longer stay. [Exit. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. What's here? a cup, clos'd in my true love's hand?

Poifon, I fee, hath been his timeless end.

Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kifs thy lips;

Haply fome poifon 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, noife?

Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a dagger.

This is thy fheath, there ruft and let me die.

[Kills herfelf Boy. This is the place; there, where the torch

doth burn.

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Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the


Go, fome of you, whom e'er you find, attach.
Pitiful fight here lies the County flain,
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, fearch-
We fee the Ground whereon these Woes do lie:
But the true ground of all these piteous Woes
We cannot without Circumflance defery.

Enter fome of the Watch, with Balthafar.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's mán, we found him in the church-yard.'

1 Watch. Hold him in fafety, '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 fpade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide. 1 Watch. A great fufpicion: ftay the Friar too.

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HAT misadventure is fo early up, That calls our perfon from our morning's Reft?

Enter Capulet and lady Capulet.

Cap. What should it be, that they so strike abroad? La. Cap. The people in the ftreet cry, Romeo ; Some, Juliet; and fome, Paris; and all run With open out-cry tow'rd our Monument.

Prince. What fear is this, which ftartles in your

ears ?


Watch. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before)

Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, feek, and know, how this foul murder comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With inftruments upon them, fit to open

These dead men's tombs.

Cap. Oh heav'n! oh, wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista'en; for, lo! the fheath
Lies empty on the back of Montague,

The point mif-fheathed in my daughter's bofom.
La. Cap. Oh me, this fight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter Montague.

Prince. Come, Montague, for thou art early up, To fee thy fon and heir now early down.

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my fon's exile hath ftopt her breath: What further woe confpires against my age? Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee.

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

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, 'Till we can clear thefe ambiguities,

And know their fpring, 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 mifchance be flave to patience.

Bring forth the parties of fufpicion.

Fri. I am the greateft, able to do least,
Yet moft fufpected; as the time and place
Doth make againft me, of this direful murder;
And here I ftand both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned, and myself excus'd.

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

Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath
Is not fo 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 ftoll'n 'marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whofe untimely death
Banish'd the new made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined.
You, to remove that fiege of grief from her,
Betroth'd, and would have married her perforce
To County Paris. Then comes the to me,
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means
To rid her from this fecond marriage;
Or, in my Cell, there would fhe kill herself.
Then gave I her (fo tutor'd by my art)
A fleeping potion, which fo took effect
As I intended; for it wrought on her

The form of death. Mean time I writ to Romeo,
That he fhould hither come, as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrowed Grave;
Being the time the potion's force fhould ceafe.
But he which bore my letter, Friar John,
Was flaid 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 fend to Romeo.
But when I came, (fome 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 noife did fcare me from the tomb,
And fhe, too desp'rate, would not go with me:
But, as it feems, did violence on herself.


All this I know, and to the marriage
Her nurfe is privy; but if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be facrific'd, fome hour before the time,
Unto the rigour of fevereft law.

Prince. We ftill have known thee for an holy


Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this?

Balth. I brought my mafter news of Juliet's death, And then in poft he came from Mantua

To this fame 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.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it.
Where is the County's page, that rais'd the Watch?
Sirrah, what made your mafter in this place?
Page. He came with flowers to ftrew his lady's

And bid me ftand aloof, and fo I did:

Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb,
And, by and by, my mafter 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 lie with Juliet.
Where be thefe enemies? Capulet! Montague!
See, what a fcourge is laid upon your hate,
That heav'n finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your difcords too,
Have loft a brace of kinfmen: all are punifh'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 raife her Statue in pure gold;


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