Enter at the other end of the church-yard, 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!-Who's there? 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 skulls; as I discern, It burneth in the Capels' monument. Bal. It doth so, holy sir; and there 's my master, One that you love. Fri. Bal. Who is it? Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. I dare not, sir; Fri. Go with me to the vault. 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 sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, Romeo!-[Advances. Fri. [Enters the monument. 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? [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: Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; [Exit. O churl! drink all; and left no friendly drop, [Kisses him. 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Jul. Yea, noise?—then I'll be brief.-O happy dagger! [Snatching RoMEO's dagger. [Stabs herself.] there rust, and let me die. [Falls on ROMEO's body, and dies. Enter Watch, with the Page of PARIS. This is thy sheath; Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. 1 Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about the church-yard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find, attach. [Ex. some. [Exeunt other Watchmen. We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes, Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. 2 Watch. Here 's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in safety till the prince come hither. Enter another Watchman, with Friar LAURENCE. We took this mattock and this spade from him, Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, and others. Prince. What fear is this, which startles in your ears? 1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. Cap. O, heaven!-O, wife! look how our daughter bleeds! This dagger hath mista'en,-for, lo! his house And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell, That warus my old age to a sepulchre. Enter MONTAGUE and others. Prince. Come, Montague; for thou art early up, To see thy son and heir now 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 my 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 lead you even to death: Meantime forbear, Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet, Or, in my cell there would she kill herself. The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo, Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.- To this same place, to this same monument. Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. |