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Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-lick weary bark!
Here's to my love !--[drinks.] 0, true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick.Thus with a kiss I die. [Diesa
Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, friar LAURENCES

with a lantern, crow, and spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night
Have my old feet stumbled at graves ?-Who's there?
Who is it that conforts, so late, the dead?

Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well.

Fri. 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 Capels' monument.

Bal. It doth fo, holy fir; and there's my master's
One that you love.

Who is it?

Romeo, Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal.

Full half an hour.
Fri. Go with me to the vault.

I dare not, fir:
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 some ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did seep under this yew-tree here,
I dreamt my master and another fought,
And that my master dew him.

Romeo [Advances. Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains


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The ftony entrance of this fepulchre ?-
What mean these masterless and gory swords
To lie discolour'd by this place of peace ?

[Enters the monument.
Romeo! 0, pale !--Who else? what, Paris too?
And steep'd in blood ?-Ah, what an unkind hour
Is guilty of this lamentable chance !-
The lady ftirs.

[JULIET wakes and firs, Jul. O, comfortable friar! where is my lord ? I do remember well where I should be, And there I am :-Where is


Romeo ? (Noise within. Fri. I hear some noise. -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 lies dead; And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee Among a listerhood of holy nuns : Stay not to question, for the watch is coming ; Come, go, good Juliet,-[Noise again ] I dare itay no longer.

[-xit. 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 :O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, To help me after ?--I will kiss thy lips ; Haply, some poison yet doth hang on thern, To make me di with a reftorative.

[Kiljes him, Thy lips are warm!

1. Watch. [Within.) Lead, boy :--Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?--then I'll be brief.--O barry dagger!

[Snatching Romeo's dagger. This is thy Theath; [stabs herself. ] tiie e ruit, and let me die. [Falls on Romeo's body, and dies,


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Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. 1. Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the

churchyard : Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach. [Exeunt some. Pitiful light! here lies the county llain ;And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, Raise up the Montagues,—some others search ;

[Exeunt other watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, We cannot without circumstance descry.

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 2. Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the

churchyard. 1. Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither,

Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. 3. Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, lighs, and weeps : We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this churchyard side.

3. Watcb. A great suspicion ; Stay the friar too.

Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What mifadventure is so early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest?

Enter CAPULET, Lady CAPULET, and Others. Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad ?


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