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La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo, Some-Juliet, and fome-Paris; and all run, With open outcry, toward our monument.

Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our ears? 1. Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris flain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,

Warm and new kill'd.

Prince. Search, feek, and know how this foul murder

comes.

1. Watch. Here is a friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man ; With inftruments upon them, fit to open

Thefe dead men's tombs.

Cap. O, heavens !-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds!

This dagger hath mista’en,-for, lo! his house

Is empty on the back of Montague,—

And it mis-fheathed in my daughter's bofom.
La. Cap. O me! this fight of death is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a fepulchre.

Enter MONTAGUE and Others.

"Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To fee thy fon and heir more early down.

Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my fon's exíle hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe confpires against mine age? Prince. Look, and thou fhalt fee.

Mon. O thou untaught! what manners is in this, To prefs 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: Meantime forbear,

And

And let mifchance be flave to patience.-
Bring forth the parties of fufpicion.

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

Prince. Then fay at once what thou doft 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 she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife:
I married them; and their ffolen marriage-day
Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whofe 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 the to me;
And, with wild looks, bid me devife fome means
To rid her from this fecond marriage,

Or, in my cell there would fhe kill herself.
Then gave. I her, fo tutor'd by my art,
A fleeping potion; which fo 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 fhould cease.
But he which bore my letter, friar John,
Was ftaid 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

Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

Till I conveniently could fend to Romeo:
But, when I came, (fome 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 noife did fcare me from the tomb;
And fhe, too desperate, would not go with me,
But (as it feems,) 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 facrific'd, fome hour before his time,
Unto the rigour of fevereft law.

Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.-
Where's Romeo's man? what can he fay in this?
Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death;
And then in poít he came from Mantua,

To this fame place, to this fame monument.
This letter he early bid me give his father;
And threaten'd 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 ftrew his lady's grave; And bid me ftand aloof, and fo I did:

Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, by and by, my mafter 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

Of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal

Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-
Where be thefe enemies? Capulet! Montague!-
See, what a fcourge is laid upon your hate,

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!
And I, for winking at your discords too,

Have loft a brace of kinfmen-all are punish'd.
Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand :
This is my daughter's jointure, for no more
Can I demand.

Man.

But I can give thee more:
For I will raife her ftatue in pure gold;

That, while Verona by that name is known,
There fhall no figure at fuch rate be fet,
As that of true and faithful Juliet.

Cap. As rich fhall Romeo by his lady lie;

Poor facrifices of our enmity!

Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The fun, for forrow, will not fhow his head:

Go hence, to have more talk of these fad things;
Some fhall be pardon'd, and fome punished:

For never was a ftory of more woe,
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

[Exeunt

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