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Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.
Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks 1 fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires.
Rom. Thou détestable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Breaking open the Door of the Monument. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Par. This is that banish'd haughty Montague, That murder'd my love's cousin; with which grief, It is supposed, the fair creature died,

And here is come to do some villainous shame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.

[Advances.

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Condemn'd villain, I do apprehend thee:
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

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Rom. I must, indeed; and therefore came I hither.Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Fly bence and leave me; think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself: For I come hither arm'd against myself; Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away. Par. I do defy thy conjurations, 9) And do attach thee as a felon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. [They fight. Page. O Lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page. Par. O, I am slain! [falls.] If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies. Rom. In faith, I will:- Let me peruse this face; Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris: What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think, He told me, Paris should have married Juliet: Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, To think it was so? — O, give me thy hand, One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,

A grave? O, no; a lantern, 10) slaughter'd youth,
For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
This vault a feasting presence) full of light.
Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. 12)
[Laying PARIS in the Monument.
How oft when men are at the point of death,
Have they been merry? which their keepers call
A lightning before death: 0,
how may
Call this a lightning? —13) O, my love, my wife!
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
O, what more favour can I do to thee,
Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous;

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

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Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss,
A dateless bargain to engrossing death! — 14)
Come, bitter conduct, 15) come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love! [Drinks.] O, true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
[Dies.
Enter, at the other end of the Churchyard, Friar
LAURENCE, with a Lantern, Crow, and Spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves?-16) Who's
there?

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O, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought, 18)
And that my master slew him.

Fri. Romeo? [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? [Enters the Monument. Romeo! O, pale! Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood? Ah, what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance! The lady stirs. [JULIET wakes and stirs.¦ Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am: Where is my Romeo?

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Is empty on the back of Montague,
And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. 19)
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and others.

Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir more early down. Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath; What further woe conspires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To press before thy father to a grave?

Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while,
Till we can clear these ambiguities,
And know their spring, their head, their true descent;
And then will I be general of your woes,
And lead you even to death: Mean time forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
Doth make against me, of this direful murder;
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge
Myself condemned and myself excus'd.

Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this.

Fri. I will be brief, 20) for my short date of breath
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city;
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin'd.
You to remove that siege of grief from her,
Betroth'd and would have married her perforce,
To county Paris: Then comes she to me;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means
To rid her from this second marriage,
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.
Then gave I her, so tutor'd by my art,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect
As I intended, for it wrought on her
The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo,
That he should hither come as this dire night,
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave,
Being the time the potion's force should cease:
But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was staid by accident; and yesternight
Return'd my letter back: Then all alone,
At the prefixed hour of her waking,
Came I to take her from her kindred's vault;
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.
She wakes; and I entreated her come forth,
And bear this work of heaven with patience:
But then a noise did scare me from the tomb;
And she, too desperate, would not go with me,
But (as it seems) did violence on herself.
All this I know; and to the marriage
Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this
Miscarried by my fault, let my old life
Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of severest law.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man. Where's Romeo's man! what can he say in this? Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;

And then in post he came from Mantua,

To this same place, to this same monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;
And threatened me with death, going in the vault,
If I departed not, and left him there.

Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. Where is the county's page, that rais'd the watch? Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave;

And bid me stand aloof, and so I did:

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, by and by, my master drew on him;
And then I ran away to call the watch.

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's words,

Their course of love, the tidings of her death:
And here he writes that he did buy a poison
Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!

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See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords too,
Have lost a brace of kinsmen: —21) all are punish'd.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand:
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.
Mon.
But I can give thee more:
For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
That, while Verona by that name is known,
There shall no figure at such rate be set,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie;
Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it
brings;

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:22) For never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

[Exeunt.

XXXVI.

HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK.

CLAUDIUS, King of Denmark.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

FRANCISCO, a Soldier.

HAMLET,) Son to the former, and Nephew to the REYNALDO, Servant to Polonius.

present King.

POLONIUS, Lord Chamberlain.

HORATIO, Friend to Hamlet.

LAERTES, Son to Polonius.

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A Captain.

An Ambassador.

Ghost of Hamlet's Father.

FORTINBRAS, Prince of Norway.

GERTRUDE, Queen of Denmark, and Mother of

Hamlet.

OPHELIA, Daughter of Polonius.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Gravediggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attendants.

Elsinore.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Elsinore. A Platform before the

Castle.

FRANCISCO on his Post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

WHO's there?

Bernardo.

Ber. Welcome, Horatio; welcome, good Marcellus.
Hor. What, has this thing appear'd again to-night?
Ber. I have seen nothing.

Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy;
And will not let belief take hold of him,
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him, along
With us to watch the minutes of this night;

Fran. Nay, answer me: 2) stand, and unfold That, if again this apparition come,
Yourself.

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He
may approve our eyes, 4) and speak to it.
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.
Ber.
Sit down awhile;

And let us once again assail your ears,
That are so fortified against our story,
What we two nights have seen.
Hor.
Well, sit we down,
And let us hear Bernardo speak of this.
Ber. Last night of all,

When yon same star, that's westward from the pole,
Not a mouse stirring. Had made his course to illume that part of heaven
Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself,
The bell then beating one,

If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,
The rivals of my watch, 3) bid them make haste.

Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS.

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Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead,
Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. 5)
Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it, Horatio.
Hor. Most like: it harrows me ") with fear,
and wonder.
Ber. It would be spoke to.
Mar.
Speak to it, Horatio.
Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,
Together with that fair and warlike form
In which the majesty of buried Denmark

Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thee,

speak.

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Of mine own eyes. Mar.

Is it not like the king?
Hor. As thou art to thyself:
Such was the very armour he had on,
When he the ambitious Norway combated;
So frown'd he once, when, in an angry parle,
He smote the sledded 7) Polack on the ice. 8)
'Tis strange.

Mar. Thus, twice before, and jump at this dead hour, 9)

With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch. Hor. In what particular thought to work, 10) I know not;

But, in the gross and scope 1) of mine opinion,
This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that
knows,

Why this same strict and most observant watch
So nightly toils the subject of the land?
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon,
And foreign mart for implements of war:
Why such impress of shipwrights, 12) whose sore task
Does not divide the Sunday from the week:
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day;
Who is't, that can inform me?
That can I;

Hor.

At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king,
Whose image even but now appear'd to us,
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride,
Dar'd to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,)
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a seal'd compact,
Well ratified by law, and heraldry,

Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands,
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror:
Against the which, a moiety competent
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart,
And carriage of the article design'd, 13)
His fell to Hamlet: Now, sir, young Fortinbras,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full, 14)
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there,
Shark'd up a list 15) of landless resolutes,
For food and diet, to some enterprize
That hath a stomach in't: 16) which is no other
(As it doth well appear unto our state,)
But to recover of us, by strong hand,
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands
So by his father lost: And this, I take it,
Is the main motive of our preparations;
The source of this our watch; and the chief head
Of this post-haste and romage 17) in the land.
[Ber. I think, 18) it be no other, but even so:
Well may it sort, 19) that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king
That was, and is, the question of these wars. 20)
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, 21)
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,

The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

As, stars, with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; 22) and the moist star, 23)
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even 24) the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming_on, — 25)
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated
Unto our climatures and countrymen. —]
Re-enter Ghost.

Stay, illusion!

But, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again!
I'll cross it, though it blast me.
If thou hast any sound, 26) or use of voice,
Speak to me:

If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,
Speak to me:

If thou art privy to thy country's fate,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!

Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
[Cock crows
Speak of it: stay, and speak.- Stop it, Marcellus.
Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
Hor. Do, if it will not stand.

Ber. Hor.

Mar. 'Tis gone!

"Tis here!

'Tis here! [Exit Ghost.

We do it wrong, being so majestical,
To offer it the show of violence;
For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
And our vain blows malicious mockery.

Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
The cock, that is the trumpet of the morn,
Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, 27)
The extravagant and erring spirit 28) hies
To his confine: and of the truth herein
This present object made probation.

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, 29) nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill: Break we our watch up; and, by my advice, Let us impart what we have seen to-night Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life, This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him: Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it, As needful in our loves, fitting our duty? Mar. Let's do't, I pray; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same. A Room of State in the same. Enter the KING, QUBEN, HAMLET, POLONIUS, LAERTES, VOLTIMAND, CORNELIUS, Lords, and Attendants. King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death

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