I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,— A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'd youth, 210 Laying PARIS in the Monument. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Forgive me, cousin!-Ah, dear Juliet, Depart again here, here will I remain : 220 With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest; Liij 231 And And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you Enter Friar LAWRENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Law. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to night Have my old feet stumbled at graves?-Who's there? Enter BALTHASAR. Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Law. Bliss be upon you? Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless sculls? as I discern, It burneth in the Capulets' monument. Balth. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master One that you love. 251 Law Law. Who is it? Balth. Romeo. Law. How long hath he been there? Balth. Full half an hour. Law. Go with me to the vault. Balth. I dare not, sir: My master knows not, but I am gone hence If I did stay to look on his intents. 260 Law. Stay then, I'll go alone: Fear comes upon me; O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing. Balth. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Law. Romeo? Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The lady stirs. 270 Jul. [waking.] O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, [Noise within. Law. Law. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep; 280 Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again.] I dare stay no longer. [Exit. 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 see, hath been his timeless end : O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, 290 Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Thy lips are warm! [Kisses him. Watch. [within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? dagger! [Snatching ROMEO's Dagger. This is thy sheath; [stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the church-yard; Go |