28512105Enter Countie Paris and his Page with flowers 28522107Par:Put out the torch, and lye thee all along
28542108Vnder this Ew-tree, keeping thine eare clo
se to the hollow
28582110And if thou heare one tread within this Churchyard,
28632114Par:Sweete Flower, with
flowers I
strew thy Bridale
2863.12116Sweete Tombe that in thy circuite do
st containe,
2863.32118Faire
Iuliet that with Angells do
st remaine,
2863.52120That liuing honourd thee, and being dead
2863.62121With funerall prai
ses doo adorne thy Tombe.
28742123Enter Romeo and Balthasar, with a torch, a Par:
of Romeo and Iuliet.
2874.22125Par:The boy giues warning,
something doth approach.
2874.32126What cur
sed foote wanders this was to night,
2874.42127To
stay my ob
sequies and true loues rites?
2874.52128What with a torch, mu
ffle me night a while.
28752129Rom:Giue mee this mattocke, and this wrentching I
- 28762131And take the
se letters early in the morning,
28772132See thou deliuer them to my Lord and Father.
28792133So get thee gone and trouble me no more.
28812134Why I de
scend into this bed of death,
28822135Is partly to behold my Ladies face,
28832136But chie
fly to take from her dead
finger,
28842137A precious ring which I mu
st v
se
28852138In deare imployment but if thou wilt
stay,
28862139Further to prie in what I vndertake,
28882140By heauen Ile teare thee ioynt by ioynt,
28892141And
strewe thys hungry churchyard with thy lims.
28902142The time and my intents are
sauage, wilde.
28932143Balt:Well, Ile be gone and not trouble you.
28942144Rom:So
shalt thou win my fauour, take thou this,
28952145Commend me to my Father, farwell good fellow.
28962146Balt:Yet for all this will I not part from hence.
28982148Rom:Thou dete
stable maw, thou womb of death,
28992149Gorde with the deare
st mor
sell of the earth.
29002150Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope.
29022151Par:This is that bani
sht haughtie
Mountague, 29032152That murderd my loues co
sen, I will apprehend him.
29072153Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile
Mountague. 29082154Can vengeance be pur
sued further then death?
29092155I doe attach thee as a fellon heere.
29102156The Law condemnes thee, therefore thou mu
st dye.
29112157Rom:I mu
st indeed, and therefore came I hither,
29122158Good youth begone, tempt not a de
sperate man.
K Heape
The excellent Tragedie
29152159Heape not another
sinne vpon my head
29162160By
sheding of thy bloud, I doe prote
st 29172161I loue thee better then I loue my
selfe:
29182162For I come hyther armde again
st my
selfe.
29212163Par:I doe de
fie thy coniurations:
29222164And doe attach thee as a fellon heere.
29232165Rom:What do
st thou tempt me, then haue at thee boy.
29242167Boy:O Lord they
fight, I will goe call the watch.
29252168Par:Ah I am
slaine, if thou be mercifull
29262169Open the tombe, lay me with
Iuliet.
29272170Rom:Yfaith I will, let me peru
se this face,
29282171Mercutios kin
sman, noble County
Paris?
29292172What
said my man, when my beto
ssed
soule
29302173Did not regard him as we pa
st a long.
29312174Did he not
say
Paris should haue maried
29322175Iuliet? eyther he
said
so, or I dreamd it
so.
2932.22177For thou ha
st prizd thy loue aboue thy life.
29402178Death lye thou there, by a dead man interd,
29412179How oft haue many at the houre of death
29422180Beene blith and plea
sant? which their keepers call
29432181A lightning before death But how may I
29442182Call this a lightning. Ah deare
Iuliet,
2944.12183How well thy beauty doth become this graue?
29562184O I beleeue that vn
sub
stanciall death,
2956.22186Therefore will I, O heere, O euer heere,
29662188With wormes, that are thy chamber mayds.
29742189Come de
sperate Pilot now at once runne on
29752190The da
shing rockes thy
sea-
sicke weary barge.
29762191Heers to my loue. O true Apothecary:
29772192Thy drugs are
swift: thus with a ki
sse I dye.
Falls. Enter
of Romeo and Iuliet.
29792194How oft to night haue the
se my aged feete
29802195Stumbled at graues as I did pa
sse along.
29812197Man.A frend and one that knowes you well.
29822198Fr:Who is it that con
sorts
so late the dead,
29832199What light is yon? if I be not deceived,
29852200Me thinkes it burnes in
Capels monument?
29862201ManIt doth
so holy Sir, and there is one
29902205Fr:How long hath he beene there?
29912206Man:Full halfe an houre and more.
29932208Man:I dare not
sir, he knowes not I am heere:
29952209On paine of death he chargde me to be gone,
29962210And not for to di
sturbe him in his enterprize.
29972211Fr:Then mu
st I goe: my minde pre
sageth ill.
2997.12212Fryer stoops and lookes on the blood and weapons. 30032213What blood is this that
staines the entrance
30052215What meanes the
se mai
sterles and goory weapons?
30072216Ah me I doubt, who
se heere? what R
omeo dead?
30082217Who and
Paris too? what vnluckie houre
30092218Is acce
ssary to
so foule a
sinne?
K2 Iul:
The excellent Tragedie
30122222I doe remember well where I
should be,
30132223And what we talkt of: but yet I cannot
see
3013.12224Him for who
se
sake I vndertooke this hazard.
30142225Fr:Lady come foorth. I heare
some noi
se at hand,
30192226We
shall be taken,
Paris, he is
slaine,
3019.22228We
shall be thought to be as acce
ssarie.
30202229I will prouide for you in
some clo
se Nunery.
30232230Iul:Ah leaue me, leaue me, I will not from hence.
30222231Fr:I heare
some noi
se, I dare not
stay, come, come.
2232Iul:Goe get thee gone.
30242233Whats heere a cup clo
sde in my louers hands?
30262234Ah churle drinke all, and leaue no drop for me.
30332237Iul:I, noi
se? then mu
st I be re
solute.
30342238O happy dagger thou
shalt end my feare,
30352239Re
st in my bo
some, thus I come to thee.
2240She stabs herselfe and falles. 30392243Cap:Come looke about, what weapons haue we heere?
30432244See frends where I
uliet two daies buried,
30422245New bleeding wounded,
search and
see who's neare.
305422481.Captaine heers a Fryer with tooles about him,
30572250Cap:A great
su
spition, keep him
safe.
Ente
of Romeo and Iuliet.
30592255Prin:What early mi
schiefe calls vs vp
so
soone.
3059.22257Where
Iuliet that hath lyen intoombed two dayes,
30692258Warme and fre
sh bleeding,
Romeo and Countie
Paris 30702260Prin:Search
seeke about to
finde the murderers.
30612261Enter olde Capolet and his Wife. 30622262Capo:What rumor's this that is
so early vp?
30632263Moth:The people in the
streetes crie
Romeo,
30642264And
some on
Iuliet: as if they alone
30652265Had been the cau
se of
such a mutinie.
30762266Capo:See Wife, this dagger hath mi
stooke:
30772267For (loe) the backe is emptie of yong
Mountague,
30792268And it is
sheathed in our Daughters brea
st.
30832270Prin:Come
Mountague, for thou art early vp,
30842271To
see thy Sonne and Heire more early downe.
30852272Mount:Dread Souereigne, my Wife is dead to night,
30862273And yong
Benuolio is decea
sed too:
30872274What further mi
schiefe can there yet be found?
30882275Prin:Fir
st come and
see, then
speake.
30892276Mount:O thou vntaught, what manners is in this
30902277To pre
sse before thy Father to a graue.
30912278Prin:Come
seale your mouthes of outrage for a while,
3091.12279And let vs
seeke to
finde the Authors out
3091.22280Of
such a hainous and
seld
seene mi
schaunce.
30972281Bring forth the parties in
su
spition.
30982282Fr:I am the greate
st able to doo lea
st.
3098.12283Mo
st worthie Prince, heare me but
speake the truth.
K3 And
The excellent Tragedie
31002284And Ile informe you how the
se things fell out.
31062285Iuliet here
slaine was married to that
Romeo,
3106.12286Without her Fathers or her Mothers grant:
31402287The Nur
se was priuie to the marriage.
31082288The balefull day of this vnhappie marriage,
31092289Was
Tybalts doome
sday: for which R
omeo 31102290Was bani
shed from hence to
Mantua.
31122291He gone, her Father
sought by foule con
straint
31132292To marrie her to
Paris: but her Soule
31162293(Loathing a
second Contra
ct) did refu
se
3116.12294To giue con
sent; and therefore did
she vrge me
3116.22295Either to
finde a meanes
she might auoyd
3116.32296What
so her Father
sought to force her too:
31172297Or els all de
sperately
she threatned
2298Euen in my pre
sence to di
spatch her
selfe.
31182299Then did I giue her, (tutord by mine arte)
31192300A potion that
should make her
seeme as dead:
31212301And told her that I would with all po
st speed
31222302Send hence to
Mantua for her R
omeo,
31232303That he might come and take her from the Toombe.
31252304But he that had my Letters (Frier
Iohn)
31262307Was
stayed by the Searchers of the Towne.
3126.22309That
Iuliet was decea
sde, returnde in po
st 3126.42311What after happened touching
Paris death,
3126.72314I found them dead, and
she awakt from
sleep:
3126.82315Whom faine I would haue taken from the tombe,
3126.02317Anone I heard the watch and then I
fled,
31412319And if in this ought haue mi
scaried
By
of Romeo and Iuliet.
31422321Be
sacri
ficd
some houre before his time.
31432322To the mo
st stricke
st rigor of the Law.
31442323Pry:We
still haue knowne thee for a holy man,
31452324Wheres R
omeos man, what can he
say in this?
31462325Balth:I brought my mai
ster word that
shee was dead,
31472326And then he poa
sted
straight from
Mantua,
31482327Vnto this Toombe. The
se Letters he deliuered me,
31492328Charging me early giue them to his Father.
31522329Prin:Lets
see the Letters, I will read them ouer.
31532330Where is the Counties Boy that calld the
Watch?
31552331Boy:I brought my Ma
ster vnto
Iuliets graue,
31572332But one approaching,
straight I calld my Ma
ster.
31582333At la
st they fought, I ran to call the
Watch.
31602335Prin:The
se letters doe make good the Fryers wordes,
31652336Come
Capolet, and come olde
Mountagewe.
2337Where are the
se enemies?
see what hate hath done,
31702338Cap:Come brother
Mountague giue me thy hand,
31712339There is my daughters dowry: for now no more
31722340Can I be
stowe on her, thats all I haue.
31732341Moun:But I will giue them more, I will ere
ct 31752343That while
Verona by that name is knowne.
31762344There
shall no
statue of
such price be
set,
31782346Cap:As rich
shall R
omeo by his Lady lie,
31792347Poore Sacri
fices to our Enmitie.
31802348Prin:A gloomie peace this day doth with it bring.
2350To haue more talke of the
se
sad things.
31832351Some
shall be pardoned and
some puni
shed:
31842352For nere was heard a Storie of more woe,
31852353Than this of
Iuliet and her
Romeo.