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Romeo and Juliet (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. 75
2848And keepe her at my Cell till Romeo come,
2849Poore liuing Coarse, clos'd in a dead mans Tombe,
2850 Exit.
2851Enter Paris and his Page.
2853Yet put it out, for I would not be seene:
2854Vnder yond young Trees lay thee all along,
2855Holding thy eare close to the hollow ground,
2856So shall no foot vpon the Churchyard tread,
2862Here in the Churchyard, yet I will aduenture.
2865Which with sweet water nightly I will dewe,
2866Or wanting that, with teares destil'd by mones;
2867The obsequies that I for thee will keepe,
2869 Whistle Boy.
2870The Boy giues warning, something doth approach,
2871What cursed foot wanders this wayes to night,
2873What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while.
2874Enter Romeo, and Peter.
2875Rom. Giue me that Mattocke, & the wrenching Iron,
2876Hold take this Letter, early in the morning
2877See thou deliuer it to my Lord and Father,
2878Giue me the light; vpon thy life I charge thee,
2880And do not interrupt me in my course.
2881Why I descend into this bed of death,
2882Is partly to behold my Ladies face:
2885In deare employment, therefore hence be gone:
2886But if thou iealous dost returne to prie
2887In what I further shall intend to do,
2888By heauen I will teare thee ioynt by ioynt,
2889And strew this hungry Churchyard with thy limbs:
2890The time, and my intents are sauage wilde:
2891More fierce and more inexorable farre,
2892Then emptie Tygers, or the roaring Sea.
2895Liue and be prosperous, and farewell good fellow.
2897His lookes I feare, and his intents I doubt.
2900Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open,
2901And in despight, Ile cram thee with more food.
2903That murdred my Loues Cozin; with which griefe,
2906To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
2907Stop thy vnhallowed toyle, vile Mountague:
2908Can vengeance be pursued further then death?
2909Condemned vallaine, I do apprehend thee.
2910Obey and go with me, for thou must die,
2912Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,
2913Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon those gone,
2915Put not an other sin vpon my head,
2916By vrging me to furie. O be gone,
2917By heauen I loue thee better then my selfe,
2919Stay not, be gone, liue, and hereafter say,
2920A mad mans mercy bid thee run away.
2922And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.
2923Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me? Then haue at thee Boy.
2926Open the Tombe, lay me with Iuliet.
2928Mercutius kinsman, Noble Countie Paris,
2930Did not attend him as we rode? I thinke
2931He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet.
2933Or am I mad, hearing him talke of Iuliet,
2934To thinke it was so? O giue me thy hand,
2936Ile burie thee in a triumphant graue.
2937A Graue; O no, a Lanthorne; slaughtred Youth:
2938For here lies Iuliet, and her beautie makes
2940Death lie thou there, by a dead man inter'd.
2941How oft when men are at the point of death,
2942Haue they beene merrie? Which their Keepers call
2943A lightning before death? Oh how may I
2944Call this a lightning? O my Loue, my Wife,
2945Death that hath suckt the honey of thy breath,
2946Hath had no power yet vpon thy Beautie:
2947Thou are not conquer'd: Beauties ensigne yet
2948Is Crymson in thy lips, and in thy cheekes,
2949And Deaths pale flag is not aduanced there.
2951O what more fauour can I do to thee,
2952Then with that hand that cut thy youth in twaine,
2953To sunder his that was thy enemie?
2954Forgiue me Cozen. Ah deare Iuliet:
2955Why art thou yet so faire? I will beleeue,
2957And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes
2958Thee here in darke to be his Paramour?
2960And neuer from this Pallace of dym night
2961Depart againe: come lie thou in my armes,
2962Heere's to thy health, where ere thou tumblest in.
2963O true Appothecarie!
2964Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.
2965Depart againe; here, here will I remaine,
2966With Wormes that are thy Chambermaides: O here
2970Armes take your last embrace: And lips, O you
2974Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on
2976Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary:
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