2852Par. Giue me thy Torch Boy, hence and stand aloft,

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,

2857Being loose, vnfirme with digging vp of Graues,

2858But thou shalt heare it: whistle then to me,

2859As signall that thou hearest some thing approach,

2860Giue me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

2861Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone

2862Here in the Churchyard, yet I will aduenture.

2863Pa. Sweet Flower with flowers thy Bridall bed I strew:

2864O woe, thy Canopie is dust and stones,

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,

2868Nightly shall be, to strew thy graue, and weepe.

2870The Boy giues warning, something doth approach,

2871What cursed foot wanders this wayes to night,

2872To crosse my obsequies, and true loues right?

2873What with a Torch? Muffle me night a while.

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,

2879What ere thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloofe,

2880And do not interrupt me in my course.

2881Why I descend into this bed of death,

2882Is partly to behold my Ladies face:

2883But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger,

2884A precious Ring: a Ring that I must vse,

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.

2893Pet. I will be gone sir, and not trouble you

2894Ro. So shalt thou shew me friendship: take thou that,

2895Liue and be prosperous, and farewell good fellow.

2896Pet. For all this same, Ile hide me here about,

2897His lookes I feare, and his intents I doubt.

2898Rom. Thou detestable mawe, thou wombe of death,

2899Gorg'd with the dearest morsell of the earth:

2900Thus I enforce thy rotten Iawes to open,

2901And in despight, Ile cram thee with more food.

2902Par. This is that banisht haughtie Mountague,

2903That murdred my Loues Cozin; with which griefe,

2904It is supposed the faire Creature died,

2905And here is come to do some villanous shame

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,

2911Rom. I must indeed, and therfore came I hither:

2912Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man,

2913Flie hence and leaue me, thinke vpon those gone,

2914Let them affright thee. I beseech thee Youth,

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,

2918For I come hither arm'd against my selfe:

2919Stay not, be gone, liue, and hereafter say,

2920A mad mans mercy bid thee run away.

2921Par. I do defie thy commisseration,

2922And apprehend thee for a Fellon here.

2923Ro. Wilt thou prouoke me? Then haue at thee Boy.

2924Pet. O Lord they fight, I will go call the Watch.

2925Pa. O I am slaine, if thon be mercifull,

2926Open the Tombe, lay me with Iuliet.

2927Rom. In faith I will, let me peruse this face:

2928Mercutius kinsman, Noble Countie Paris,

2929What said my man, when my betossed soule

2930Did not attend him as we rode? I thinke

2931He told me Paris should haue married Iuliet.

2932Said he not so? Or did I dreame it so?

2933Or am I mad, hearing him talke of Iuliet,

2934To thinke it was so? O giue me thy hand,

2935One, writ with me in sowre misfortunes booke.

2936Ile burie thee in a triumphant graue.

2937A Graue; O no, a Lanthorne; slaughtred Youth:

2938For here lies Iuliet, and her beautie makes

2939This Vault a feasting presence full of light.

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.

2950Tybalt, ly'st thou there in thy bloudy sheet?

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,

2956Shall I beleeue, that vnsubstantiall death is amorous?

2957And that the leane abhorred Monster keepes

2958Thee here in darke to be his Paramour?

2959For feare of that, I still will stay with thee,

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

2967Will I set vp my euerlasting rest:

2968And shake the yoke of inauspicious starres

2969From this world-wearied flesh: Eyes looke your last:

2970Armes take your last embrace: And lips, O you

2971The doores of breath, seale with a righteous kisse

2972A datelesse bargaine to ingrossing death:

2973Come bitter conduct, come vnsauoury guide,

2974Thou desperate Pilot, now at once run on

2975The dashing Rocks, thy Sea-sicke wearie Barke:

2976Heere's to my Loue. O true Appothecary:

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2977Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die.

2979Fri. St. Francis be my speed, how oft to night

2980Haue my old feet stumbled at graues? Who's there?

2981Man. Here's one, a Friend, & one that knowes you well.

2982Fri. Blisse be vpon you. Tell me good my Friend

2983What Torch is yond that vainely lends his light

2984To grubs, and eyelesse Sculles? As I discerne,

2985It burneth in the Capels Monument.

2986Man. It doth so holy sir,

2987And there's my Master, one that you loue.

2988Fri. Who is it?

2989Man. Romeo.

2990Fri. How long hath he bin there?

2991Man. Full halfe an houre.

2992Fri. Go with me to the Vault.

2993Man. I dare not Sir.

2994My Master knowes not but I am gone hence,

2995And fearefully did menace me with death,

2996If I did stay to looke on his entents.

2997Fri. Stay, then Ile go alone, feares comes vpon me.

2998O much I feare some ill vnluckie thing.

2999Man. As I did sleepe vnder this young tree here,

3000I dreamt my maister and another fought,

3001And that my Maister slew him.

3002Fri. Romeo.

3003Alacke, alacke, what blood is this which staines

3004The stony entrance of this Sepulcher?

3005What meane these Masterlesse, and goarie Swords

3006To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

3007Romeo, oh pale: who else? what Paris too?

3008And steept in blood? Ah what an vn knd houre

3009Is guiltie of this lamentable chance?

3010The Lady stirs.

3011Iul. O comfortable Frier, where's my Lord?

3012I do remember well where I should be:

3013And there I am, where is my Romeo?

3014Fri. I heare some noyse Lady, come from that nest

3015Of death, contagion, and vnnaturall sleepe,

3016A greater power then we can contradict

3017Hath thwarted our entents, come, come away,

3018Thy husband in thy bosome there lies dead:

3019And Paris too: come Ile dispose of thee,

3020Among a Sisterhood of holy Nunnes:

3021Stay not to question, for the watch is comming.

3022Come, go good Iuliet, I dare no longer stay. Exit.

3023Iul. Go get thee hence, for I will notuaway,

3024What's here? A cup clos'd in my true lo:es hand?

3025Poyson I see hath bin his timelesse end

3026O churle, drinke all? and left no friendly drop,

3027To helpe me after, I will kisse thy lips,

3028Happlie some poyson yet doth hang on them,

3029To make me die wth a restoratiue.

3030Thy lips are warme.

3032Watch. Lead Boy, which way?

3033Iul. Yea noise?

3034Then ile be briefe. O happy Dagger.

3035'Tis in thy sheath, there rust and let me die Kils herselfe.

3036Boy. This is the place,

3037There where the Torch doth burne

3038Watch. The ground is bloody,

3039Search about the Churchyard.

3040Go some of you, who ere you find attach.

3041Pittifull sight, here lies the Countie slaine,

3042And Iuliett bleeding, warme and newly dead

3043Who here hath laine these two dayes buried.

3044Go tell the Prince, runne to the Capulets,

3045Raise vp the Mountagues, some others search,

3046We see the ground whereon these woes do lye,

3047But the true ground of all these piteous woes,

3048We cannot without circumstance descry.

3050Watch. Here's Romeo'r man,

3051We found him in the Churchyard.

3052Con. Hold him in safety, till the Prince come hither.

30543. Wat. Here is a Frier that trembles, sighes, and weepes

3055We tooke this Mattocke and this Spade from him,

3056As he was comming from this Church-yard side.

3057Con. A great suspition, stay the Frier too.

3059Prin. What misaduenture is so earely vp,

3060That calls our person from our mornings rest?

3062Cap. What should it be that they so shrike abroad?

3063Wife. O the people in the streete crie Romeo.

3064Some Iuliet, and some Paris, and all runne

3065With open outcry toward out Monument.

3066Pri. What feare is this which startles in your eares?

3067Wat. Soueraigne, here lies the Countie Paris slaine,

3068And Romeo dead, and Iuliet dead before,

3069Warme and new kil'd.

3070Prin. Search,

3071Seeke, and know how, this foule murder comes.

3072Wat. Here is a Frier, and Slaughter'd Romeos man,

3073With Instruments vpon them fit to open

3074These dead mens Tombes.

3075Cap. O heauen!

3076O wife looke how our Daughter bleedes!

3077This Dagger hath mistaine, for loe his house

3078Is empty on the backe of Mountague,

3079And is misheathed in my Daughters bosome.

3080Wife. O me, this sight of death, is as a Bell

3081That warnes my old age to a Sepulcher.

3083Pri. Come Mountague, for thou art early vp

3084To see thy Sonne and Heire, now early downe.

3085Moun. Alas my liege, my wife is dead to night,

3086Griefe of my Sonnes exile hath stopt her breath:

3087What further woe conspires against my age?

3088Prin. Looke: and thou shalt see.

3089Moun. O thou vntaught, what manners in is this,

3090To presse before thy Father to a graue?

3091Prin. Seale vp the mouth of outrage for a while,

3092Till we can cleare these ambiguities,

3093And know their spring, their head, their true descent,

3094And then will I be generall of your woes,

3095And lead you euen to death? meane time forbeare,

3096And let mischance be slaue to patience,

3097Bring forth the parties of suspition.

3098Fri. I am the greatest, able to doe least,

3099Yet most suspected as the time and place

3100Doth make against me of this direfull murther:

3101And heere I stand both to impeach and purge

3102My selfe condemned, and my selfe excus'd.

3103Prin. Then say at once, what thou dost know in this?

3104Fri. I will be briefe, for my short date of breath

3105Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

3106Romeo there dead, was husband to that Iuliet,

3107And she there dead, that's Romeos faithfull wife:

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3108I married them; and their stolne marriage day

3109Was Tybalts Doomesday: whose vntimely death

3110Banish'd the new-made Bridegroome from this Citie:

3111For whom (and not for Tybalt) Iuliet pinde.

3112You, to remoue that siege of Greefe from her,

3113Betroth'd, and would haue married her perforce

3114To Countie Paris. Then comes she to me,

3115And (with wilde lookes) bid me deuise some meanes

3116To rid her from this second Marriage,

3117Or in my Cell there would she kill her selfe.

3118Then gaue I her (so Tutor'd by my Art)

3119A sleeping Potion, which so tooke effect

3120As I intended, for it wrought on her

3121The forme of death. Meane time, I writ to Romeo,

3122That he should hither come, as this dyre night,

3123To helpe to take her from her borrowed graue,

3124Being the time the Potions force should cease.

3125But he which bore my Letter, Frier Iohn,

3126Was stay'd by accident; and yesternight

3127Return'd my Letter backe. Then all alone,

3128At the prefixed houre of her waking,

3129Came I to take her from her Kindreds vault,

3130Meaning to keepe her closely at my Cell,

3131Till I conueniently could send to Romeo.

3132But when I came (some Minute ere the time

3133Of her awaking) heere vntimely lay

3134The Noble Paris, and true Romeo dead.

3135Shee wakes, and I intreated her come foorth,

3136And beare this worke of Heauen, with patience:

3137But then, a noyse did scarre me from the Tombe,

3138And she (too desperate) would not go with me,

3139But (as it seemes) did violence on her selfe.

3140All this I know, and to the Marriage her Nurse is priuy:

3141And if ought in this miscarried by my fault,

3142Let my old life be sacrific'd, some houre before the time,

3143Vnto the rigour of seuerest Law.

3144Prin. We still haue knowne thee for a Holy man.

3145Where's Romeo's man? What can he say to this?

3146Boy. I brought my Master newes of Iuliets death,

3147And then in poste he came from Mantua

3148To this same place, to this same Monument.

3149This Letter he early bid me giue his Father,

3150And threatned me with death, going in the Vault,

3151If I departed not, and left him there.

3152Prin. Giue me the Letter, I will look on it.

3153Where is the Counties Page that rais'd the Watch?

3154Sirra, what made your Master in this place?

3155Page. He came with flowres to strew his Ladies graue,

3156And bid me stand aloofe, and so I did:

3157Anon comes one with light to ope the Tombe,

3158And by and by my Maister drew on him,

3159And then I ran away to call the Watch.

3160Prin. This Letter doth make good the Friers words,

3161Their course of Loue, the tydings of her death:

3162And heere he writes, that he did buy a poyson

3163Of a poore Pothecarie, and therewithall

3164Came to this Vault to dye, and lye with Iuliet.

3165Where be these Enemies? Capulet, Mountague,

3166See what a scourge is laide vpon your hate,

3167That Heauen finds meanes to kill your ioyes with Loue;

3168And I, for winking at your discords too,

3169Haue lost a brace of Kinsmen: All are punish'd.

3170Cap. O Brother Mountague, giue me thy hand,

3171This is my Daughters ioynture, for no more

3172Can I demand.

3173Moun. But I can giue thee more:

3174For I will raise her Statue in pure Gold,

3175That whiles Verona by that name is knowne,

3176There shall no figure at that Rate be set,

3177As that of True and Faithfull Iuliet.

3178Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his Lady ly,

3179Poore sacrifices of our enmity.

3180Prin. A glooming peace this morning with it brings,

3181The Sunne for sorrow will not shew his head;

3182Go hence, to haue more talke of these sad things,

3183Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished.

3184For neuer was a Storie of more Wo,

3185Then this of Iuliet, and her Romeo. Exeunt omnes

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