To think it was fo? Oh give me thy hand,
One writ with me in four misfortunes's book,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.

For here lyes Juliet ----- Oh my love, my wife
Death that hath fuckt the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd, beauty's enfign 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 fheet?
Oh what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To funder his that was thy enemy?
Forgive me, coufin. ----- Ah dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet fo fair? I will believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monfter keeps
Thee here in dark, to be his paramour :
For fear of that, I ftill will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: come lye thou in my arms,
Here's to thy health. Oh true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Here, here will I remain,
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; oh here
Will I fet up my everlasting reft;

And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars

From this world-weary'd fleth. Eyes, look your laft!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kils

A datelefs bargain to engroffing death!
Come bitter conduct, come unfavoury guide,
Thou defp'rate pilot, now at once run on
The dafhing rocks my fea-fick weary bark :

f thy.

Here's

Here's to my love! oh true apothecary!

Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die.

Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, craw, and Spade.

Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, 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. Blifs be upon you. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light

To grubs and eyeless fculls as I difcern,

It burneth in the Capulets monument.
Pet. It doth fo, holy Sir,

And there's my master, one you dearly love.

Fri. Who is it?

Pet. Romeo.

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; fear comes upon me;

O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing.

Pet. As I did fleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought,

And that my master flew him.

Fri. Romeo!

Alack, alack, what blood is this which ftains
The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?
What mean these masterlefs and goary fwords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
Romeo! oh pale! who elfe? what Paris too?

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And

And steep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour

Is guilty of this lamentable chance?

The lady stirs.

Jul. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where's my lord? I do remember well where I fhould be;

And there I am; but where is Romeo?

Fri. I hear some noife! Lady, come from that nest
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

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

Stay not to question, for the watch is coming.

Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away.
What's here? a cup clos'd in my true love's hand?
Poison 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 poison yet doth hang on them;
Thy lips are warm.

[Exit.

[Kills herself.

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, whom e'er you find attach.

Pitiful sight! here lies the County slain,
And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.

8 'Tis in thy fheath.

Go

Go tell the Prince, run to the Capulets,
Raise up the Mountagues, fome others search --

Enter fome of the watch with Romeo's man.

2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church

yard.

I Watch. Hold him in fafety 'till the Prince comes hither.

3

Enter Friar and a third Watchman.

Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him,

As he was coming from this church-yard fide.

1 Watch. A great suspicion: stay the Friar too.

SCENE V..

Enter the Prince and attendants.

Prince. What mifadventure is fo early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter Capulet and lady Capulet.

Cap. What should it be that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and fome Paris; and all run

With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince. What fear is this which startles in your ears?

Watch. Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris flain,

And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before)

Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murther comes.

Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man,

With inftruments upon them, fit to open

These dead mens tombs.

Cap. Oh heav'n! oh wife,
VOL. VI.

look how our daughter bleeds!

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This

This dagger hath mifta'en, for foe the fheath,
Lies empty on the back of Mountague,
The point mif-heathed in my daughter's bofom.
La. Cap. Oh me, this fight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulcher.

Enter Mountague.

Prince. Come Mountague, for thou art early up,
To fee thy son and heir now early fallen.

Moun. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night,
Grief of my son's exile hath ftop'd her breath:
What further wo confpires against my age?
Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee.

Moun. Oh thou untaught, what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of out-rage for a while, 'Till we can clear these ambiguities,

And know their spring, their head, their true defcent;
And then will I be general of your woes,

And lead you ev❜n to death. Mean time forbear,
And let mischance be flave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of fufpicion,

Fri. I am the greateft, able to do least,
Yet most fufpected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murther;
And here I ftand both to impeach and purge

My felf condemned, and my felf excus'd.

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost 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 the there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:

I loe his house

Is empty on the back of Mountague,

And is mis-fheathed

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