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Friar Laurence's Cell.

Enter Friar John.

John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!

Enter Friar LAURENCE.


Lau. This fame should be the voice of friar John.
Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ?
Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter.

John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to associate me,
Here in this city visiting the sick,
And finding him, the searchers of the town,
Suspecting, that we both were in a house
Where the infectious peitilence did reign,


the doors, and would not let us forth ; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ?

John. I could not send it,-here it is again,
Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,
So fearful were they of infection.

Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,
Of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger: Friar John, go hence ;
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

John. Brother, I'll go and bring 't thee. [Exk.

Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew nie much, that Romeo



Hath had no notice of these accidents :
But I will write again to Mantua,
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come;
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb !



A Church.yard; in it a monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a torch.

Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and stand aloof;-
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground ;
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As signal that thou hear'ít fomething approach.
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.

Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone
Here in the churchyard ; yet I will adventure.

Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I ftrew thy bridal bed :
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain
The perfect model of eternity;
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
Accept this latest favour at my

hands; That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb!

[The boy whistles, The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites? What, with a torch !--nufle me, night, a while..[Retires.


Enter Romeo and BALTHASAR with a torch, mattock, &c.



Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron.
Hold, take this letter; early in the morning
See thou deliver it to my lord and father.
Give me the light: Upon thy life I charge thee,
Whate'er thou hear'ít or feest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my

Why I descend into this bed of death,
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face :
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger
A precious ring : a ring, that I must use
In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone :-
But if thou, jealous, doft return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint joint,
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs :
The time and my intents are favage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tigers, or the roaring sea.

Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow.

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;
His looks I 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 moxumext. 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 çreature died,..


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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?
Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee :
Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.

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 fin upon my head, By urging me to fury :-0, be gone ! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come bither arm’d against myself : Stay not, be gone ;-live, and hereafter layA madman's mercy bade thee run awày.

Par. I do defy thy conjurations, 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 Nain! (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 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 fo?0, give me thy hand, One writ with me in four misfortune's book!

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I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,
A grave ? O, no; a lantern, Naughter'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.

[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,

I Call this a lightning ?-0, 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 ? 0, 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 fo fair! Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee; And never from this palace of dim night Depart again; here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here Will I set up my everlasting reft ; And Thake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! and lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!



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