Sealed up the doors, and would not let us forth; Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship. Take 80 that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd.

thou that! Lau. Who bare my letter then to Romeo ? Live, and be prosperous ! and farewell, good fellow! John. I could not send it, - here it is again,

Bal. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout; Nor get a messenger to bring it thee,

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. (Retires.
So fearful were they of infection.

Rom. Thon détestable maw, thou womb of death,
Lau. Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood,
The letter was not nice, but full of charge,

Gorg'd with the dearest morsel of the earth,

Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,
of dear import; and the neglecting it
May do much danger. Friar John, go hence!

[Breaking open the door of the monument.

And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food!
Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight
Unto my cell.

Par. This is that banish'a haughty Montague,
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Exit. That murder'd my love's cousin ; --- with which grief,
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone;

It is supposed, the fair creature died, -
Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake;

And here is come to do some villainous shame
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo

To the dead bodies : I will apprehend him.-
Hath had no notice of these accidents :

[Advances. But I will write again to Mantua,

Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Montague;
And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death?
Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! (Exit. Condemned villain, I do apprehend thee:

Obey, and go with me; for thou must die!
SCENE III. - A churchyard; in it, a monument Rom. I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. –
belonging to the Capulets.

Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, Enter Paris, and his Page, bearing flowers and a Fly hence and leave me! - think upon these gone; torch.

Let them atfright thee! - I beseech thee, youth,
Par. Give me thy torch, boy! Hence, and stand Heap not another sin upon my head,
aloof!-

By urging me to fury!- 0, be gone!
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.

By heaven, I love thee better, than myself!
Under yon yew-trees lay thee all along,

For I come hither arm'd against myself!
Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; Stay not be gone!-- live, and hereafter say-
So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread,

A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves,) Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,

And do attach thee as a felon here..
As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Rom. Wilt thon provoke me? then have at thee,
Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go!

boy!

[They fight. Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone

Page. O lord! they fight! I will go call the watch. Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure.

(Exit Page, [Retires. Par. O, I am slain! (Falls.] – If thou be merciful, Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew thy bridal Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.

(Dies.

Rom. In faith I will. — Let me peruse this face;
Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Mercutio's kinsman, noble county Paris ! -
The perfect model of eternity;

What said my man, when my betossed soul
Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,

Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
Accept this latest favour at my hands ;

He told me, Paris should have married Juliet:
That living honour'd thee, and, being dead, Said he not so? or did I dream it so?
With funeral praises do adorn thy tomb !

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet,

[The boy whistles. To think it was so?-0, give me thy hand,
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. One writ with me in sour inisfortune's book!
What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-
To cross my obsequies, and true love's rites ? A grave ? 0, no! a lantern, slaughter'd youth,
What, with a torch! - muffle me, night, a while! For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes

(Retires. This vault a feasting presence full of light. Enter Romeo und Balthasar with a torch, mat- Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr’d! tock, etc.

[Laying Paris in the monument.
Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching iron. How oft, when men are at the point of death,
Hold, take this letter! early in the morning Have they been merry? which their keepers call
See thou deliver it to my lord and father. A lightning before death : 0, how may I
Give me the light! Upon thy life I charge thee, Call this a lightning ?-0, my love! my wife!
Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
And do not interrupt me in my course.

Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty:
Why I descend into this bed of death,

Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet
Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:

Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
A precious ring: a ring, that I must use

Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet?
In dear employment; therefore hence, be gone!- o, what more favour can I do to thee,
But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry

Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in twain,
In what I further shall intend to do,

To sunder his, that was thine enemy?
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint,

Forgive me, cousin ! -- Ah, dear Juliet,
And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: Why art thou yet so fair ? Shall I believe
The time and my intents are savage-wild; That unsubstantial death is amorous;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea.

Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. For fear of that, I will still stay with thee;

bed:

A

A

Ar

A

Prince. Seal up the month of outrage for a while,

And never from this palace of dim night

Jul. Yea, noise? -- then I'll be brief. – happy Depart again; here, here will I remain

dagger! (Snatching Romeo's dagger.

I With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here This is thy sheath! (Stabs herself.) there rust, and Will I set up my everlasting rest;

let me die! (Falls on Romeo's body, und dies.

M And shake the yoke of ivauspicious stars

Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris. From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your last! Page. This is the place; there, where the torch doth Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you

burn. The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss 1 Watch. The ground is bloody: search about

Is A dateless bargain to engrossing death!

the churchyard :

R Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Go, some of you, who e'er you find, attach! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

{Exeunt seme.

I The dashiog rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ; Here's to my lore!-(Drinks.] 0, true apothecary! And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead,

BE Thy drugs are quick !—Thus with a kiss i die! [Dies. Who here hath lain these two days buried.

FC

Y Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar Go, tell the prince-run to the Capulets. --Launence, with a lantern, crow, and spade.

Be

Raise up the Montagues, --some others search;Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to-night

TO

(Ercunt other l'archmen. Have my old feet stumbled at graves! -Who's there? We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Who is it, that copsorts, so late, the deadl?

TC

But the true ground of all these piteous woes, Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you We cannot without circumstance descry.

0 well.

T

Enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR. Pri. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in What torch is yond', that vainly lends his light the churchyard:

TI To grubs and eyeless scalls? as I discern,

1 Watch. Hold him in safety, till the prince cosi

T It burneth in the Capels' monument.

hither. Bal. It doth so, holy sir! and there's my master,

T Enter another Watchman, with Priur. Lacurice.

B One that you love.

SWatch.llereis a friar,that trembles,sighs,andweeps

B Fri. Who is it?

We took this mattock and this spade from him, Bal. Romeo.

As he was coming from this churchyard side.

R Fri. How long hath he been there?

1 Watch. A great suspicion. Stay the friar tol. Bal, Full half an hour.

Enter the Prince and Attendants.

C Fri. Go with me to the vault,

Prince. What misadventure is so early up, Bal. I dare not, sir!

That calls our person from our morning's rest? My master knows not but I am gone hence;

Enter Capulet, Lady Capulet, and Other in And fearfully did menace me with death,

Cap. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? If I did stay to look on his intents.

La. Cap. The people in the street cry --Romèo

, Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone!-Fear comes upon me! Some-Juliet, and some-Paris; and all run, 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing!

With open outcry, toward our monument. Bal. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, Prince: What fear is this, which startles in our ears

? I dreamt my master and another fought,

1 Watch. Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; And that my master slew him.

And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Fri, Romeo ?

{ Advances. Warm and new kill'd. Alack, alack ! what blood is this, which stains

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foulmırThe stony entrance of this sepulchre ?

der comes ! What mean these masterless and gory swords 1 Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?

man; {Enters the monument. With instruments upon them, fit to open Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris too ? These dead men's tombs. And steep'd in blood ? — Ali, what an unkind hour Cap. O, heavens !- wife! look how our; daqghter Is guilty of this lamentable chance!

bleeds! The lady stirs.

[Julie wakes and stirs. This dagger hath mista’en, --- for, lo! his house Jul, 0, comfortable friar, where is

my

lord? Is empty on the back of Montagne, -I do remember well where I should he,

And is mis-sheathed in my daughter's boson, And there I am. Where is my Romeo ? [Noise within. La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bel! Fri. I hear some noise.-Lady, come from that nest That warns my old age to a sepulchre. of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;

Enter Montague, and Others. A greater Power, than we can contradict

Prince. Come Montague! for thou art early up, Hath thwarted our intents ; come, come away! To see thy son and heir more early dowo. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night: And Paris too; come, t'll dispose of thee

Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: Among a sisterhood of holy nuns!

What further woe conspires against mine age? Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Prince. Look, and thou shalt see. Come, go, good Juliet! — [Noise again.) I dare stay Mon, 0 thou untaught! what manners is in this no longer.

(Exit. To press before thy father to a grave? Jul. Go, get three hence, for I will not away!-What's here? a cup, clos’d in my true love's hand ? Till we can clear these ambiguities, Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: And know their spring, their head, their trne descenti O chari! drink all, and leave no friendly drop, And then will I be general of your woes, To help me after? - I will kiss thy lips :

And lead you even to death: mean time forbear, Haply, some poison yet doth hang on them, And let mischance be slave to patience.com To make me die with a restorative. [Kisses him. Bring forth the parties of suspicion. Thy lips are warm!

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, 1 Watch. [Within.] Lead, boy! - Which way? Yet most suspected, as the time aud place

Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Prince. We still have known thee for a holy man.- ,
And here I stand, both to impeach and purge

Where's Romeo's man? what can he say in this?
Myselfcondemned and myself excus’d.

Bal. I brought my master news of Juliet's death ;
Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in And then in post he came from Mantua,
this.

To this same place, to this same monument.
Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath This letter he early bid me give his father;
Is not so long as is a tedious tale.

And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault,
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; If I departed not, and left him ihere.
And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. —
I married them; and their stolen marriage-day Where is the county's page,

that rais'd the Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death

watch?
Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from this city; Sirrah, what made your master in this place?
For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pin’d. Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's
You—to remove that siege of grief from her-

grave,
Betroth’d, and would have married her perforce, And bid me stand aloof, and so I did :
To county Paris. — Then comes she to me; Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb;
And, with wild looks, bid me devise some means And, by and by, my master drew on him;
To rid her from this second marriage,

And then I ran away to call the watch.
Or, in my cell there would she kill herself.

Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's.
Then gave I her, so tutor’d by my art,

words,
A sleeping potion; which so took effect

The course of love, the tidings of her death:
As I intended, for it wrought on her

And here he writes — that he did buy a poison
The form of death: mean time I writ to Romeo, of a poor 'pothecary, and therewithal
That he should hither come as this dire night, Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.
To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!
Being the time the potion's force should cease. See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate,
But he which bore my letter, friar John,

That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Was staid by accident; and yesternight

And I, for winking at your discords too, Return'd my letter back. Then all alone,

Have lost a brace of kinsmen :- all are punish'd. At the prefixed hour of her waking,

Cap. O, brother Montague, give me thy hand! Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Meaning to keep her closely at my cell,

Can I demand.
Till I conveniently could send to Romeo:

Mon. But I can give thee more:
But, when I came, (some minute ere the time For I will raise her statue in pure gold;
Of her awakening,) here untimely lay

That, while Verona by that name is known,
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead.

There shall no figure at such rate be set, She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, As that of true and faithful Juliet. And bear this work of heaven with patience: Cap. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Poor sacrifices of our enmity! And she, too desperate, would not go with me, Prince. A glooming peace this morning with it But (as it seems,) did violence on herself.

brings; All this I know; and to the marriage

The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this

Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things ! Miscarried by my fault, let my old life

Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished ! Be sacrific’d, some hour before his time,

For never was a story of more woe, Upto the rigour severest law.

Than this of Juliet and her eo ! (Exeunt

ants.

Hor. Stay! speak! speak I charge thee, speak! With martial stalk hath he gone by our tratch.

Hor. In what particular thought to work, I kvor

10

SE Persons of the Brama.

Ar Claudius, king of Denmark. MARCELLUS,

W HAMLET, son to the former, and nephew to the pre- BERNARDO,

officers.

DC sent king:

Francisco, a soldier. Polonius, lord chamberlain.

REYNALDO, servant to Polonius.

De Horatio, friend to Hamlet.

A Captain. LAERTES, son to Polonius.

An Ambassador. VOLTIMAND,

Ghost of Hamlet's father.

At CORNELIUS,

FORTINBRAS, prince of Norway.

W courtiers. RosenCRANTZ,

GERTRUDE, queen of Denmark, and mother of Hamlet

w GUILDENSTERN,

OPHELIA, daughter of Polonius.

Th OSRIC, a courtier.

Lords, Ladies, Officers, Soldiers, Players, Grave

Da Another Courtier.

diggers, Sailors, Messengers, and other Attenda (FC A Priest.

Di
SCENE, - Elsinore.

W
Di

W
A C T I.
That are so fortified against our story,

Ali

What we two nights have seen. SCENE I. Elsinore. A platform before the Hor. Well, sit we down, castle.

TO

And let us hear Bernardo speak of this! Francisco on his post. Enter to him BERNARDO.

H:

Ber. Last night of all, Ber. Who's there?

When yon same star, that's westward from the pole

,

H Fran, Nay, answer me! stand, and anfold Had made his course to illame that part of heares Yourself !

Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, H Ber. Long live the king ! The bell then beating one,

SI Fran. Bernardo ?

Mur. Peace, break thee off, look, where it comes F Ber. He

again!

T
Frun. You come most carefully upon your hour.
Ber. 'Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Ber. In the same figure, like the king that's dead

Enter Ghost.
Francisco !
Fran. For this relief, much thanks! 'tis bitter Ber. Looks it not like the king? mark it

, Horatio

.

Mar. Thou art a scholar, speak to it, Horatio. cold,

Hor. Most like: -
it harrows me with fear

, sed And I am sick at heart.

wonder. Ber. Have you had quiet guard ?

Ber. It would be spoke to. Fran. Not a mouse stirring.

Mar. Speak to it, Horatio ! Ber. Well, good night!

Hor. What art thou, that usurp'st this time of If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus,

night, The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste!

Together with that fair and warlike form
Inter Horatio and MARCELLUS.

In which the majesty of buried Denmark -, an. I think, I hear them. - Stand, ho! who is Did sometimes march? by heaven I charge thek there?

speak! Hor. Friends to this ground.

Mar. It is offended.
Mar. And liegemen to the Dane

Ber. See! it stalks away.
Fran. Give you good night.
Mar. 0, farewell, honest soldier!
Who hath reliev'd you ?

Mar. 'Tis gone, and will not answer,
Fran. Bernardo hath my place.

Ber. How now, Horatio? you tremble, and look Give you good night!

[Exit Francisco.

pale : Mar. Holla! Bernardo!

Is not this something more than fantasy? Ber. Say!

What think you of it? What, is Horatio there?

Hor. Before my God, I might not this beliere, Hor, A piece of him.

Without the sensible and true avouch Ber. Welcome, Horatio! welcome, good Mar- of mine own eyes. cellus !

Mar. Is it not like the king? Hor. What, has this thiog appear'd again to Hor. As thou art to thyself: night?

Such was the very armour he had on, Ber. I have seen nothing.

When he the ambitious Norway combated; Mar. Horatio says, 'tis but our fantasy ; So frown'a he once, when, in an angry parle, And will not let belief take hold of him,

He smote the sledded Polack on the ice.
Touching this dreaded sight, twice seen of us:
Therefore I have entreated him, along

Mar. Thus twice before, and jump at this desd With os to watch the minutes of this night;

hour,
That, if again this apparition come,
He may approve our eyes, and speak to it,
Hor. Tush! tush! 'twill not appear.

not; Ber. Sit down awhile;

But, in the gross and scope of mine opinion, And let us once again assail your ears,

This bodes some strange eruption to our state.

(Exit Ghost

"Tis strange.

His fell to Hamlet. Now, sir, young Fortinbras,

Mar. Good now, sit down, and tell me, he that|For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, knows,

(Cock crows. Why this same strict and most observant watch Speak of it! ---stay, and speak! -Stop it, Marcellus ! So nightly toils the subject of the land ?

Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan?
And why such daily cast of brazen cannon, Hor. Do, if it will not stand.
And foreign mart for implements of war;

Ber. 'Tis here!
Why such impress of shipwrights, whose sore task Hor. 'Tis here!
Does not divide the Sunday from the week ; Mar. 'Tis gone!

(Exit Ghost.
What might be toward, that this sweaty haste We do it wrong, being so majestical,
Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day; To offer it the show of violence;
Who is't, that can inform me?

For it is, as the air, invulnerable,
Hor. That can I ;

And our vain blows malicious mockery.
At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king, Ber. It was about to speak, when the cock crew.
Whose image even but now appear'd to us, Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Was, as you know, by Fortinbras of Norway, Upon a fearful summons. I have heard,
Thereto prick'd on by a most emulate pride, The cock, that is the trumpet to the morn,
Dard to the combat; in which our valiant Hamlet Doth with his lofty and shrill-sounding throat
(For so this side of our known world esteem'd him,) Awake the god of day; and, at his warning,
Did slay this Fortinbras; who, by a scal'd compact, Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air,
Well ratified by law and heraldry,

The extravagant and erring spirit hies
Did forfeit, with his life, all those his lands, To his confine: and of the truth herein
Which he stood seiz'd of, to the conqueror: This present object made probation.
Against the which, a moiety competent

Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock.
Was gaged by our king; which had return'd Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes,
To the inheritance of Fortinbras,

Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
Had he been vanquisher; as, by the same co-mart, This bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And carriage of the article design'd,

And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad;

The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike,
Of unimproved mettle hot and full,

No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
Hath in the skirts of Norway, here and there, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Shark'd up a list of landless resolutes,

Hor. So have I heard, and do in part believe it.
For food and diet, to some enterprize

But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad,
That hath a stomach in't: which is no other Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill:
(As it doth well appear unto our state,)

Break we our watch op; and, by my advice,
But to recover of us, by strong hand,

Let us impart what we have seen to-night
And terms compulsatory, those 'foresaid lands Unto young Hamlet: for, upon my life,
Şo by his father lost. And this, I take it,

This spirit, dumb to us, will speak to him:
Is the main motive of our preparations;

Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it,
The source of this our watch; and the chief head As needful in our loves, fitting our duty?
of this post-haste and romage in the land.

Mar. Let's do't, I pray! and I this morning know,
Ber. I think, it be no other, but even so :

Where we shall find him most convenient. (Exeunt.
Well may it sort, that this portentous figure
Comes armed through our watch; so like the king SCENE II. The same. A room of state in the
That was, and is, the question of these wars.
Hor. A mote it is, to trouble the mind's eye.

Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laer-
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,

tes, VOLTIMAND, Cornelius, Lords, and Attendants. A little ere the mightiest Julias fell,

King. Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's

death
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead

The
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.

be
memory green; and that it as besttea
To bear our hearts in grief, and our whole kingdom

To be contracted in one brow of woe;
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star

Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature,

That we with wisest sorrow think on him,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to dooms-day with eclipse.

Together with remembrance of ourselves.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,

Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,

The imperial jointress of this warlike state,
And prologue to the omen coming on, -

Have we, as 'twere, with a defeated joy, —
Have heaven and earth together démonstrated

With one auspicious, and one dropping eye;
Unto our climatures and countrymen. -

With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage,
Re-enter Ghost.

In equal scale weighing delight and dole,

Taken to wife: nor have we herein barr'd
Bat, soft; behold! lo, where it comes again! Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone
I'll cross it, though it blast me. --Stay, illusion ! With this affair along. - For all, our thanks!
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,

Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras,-
Speak to me!

Holding a weak supposal of our wortlr;
If there be any good thing to be done,

Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death,
That may to thee do ease, and grace to me,

Our state to be disjoint and out of frame,
Speak to me!

Colleagued with this dream of his advantage,
If thou art privy to thy country's fate,

He hath not fail'd to pester us with message,
Which, happily, foreknowing may avoid,

Importing the surrender of those lands,
O, speak!

Lost by his father, with all bands of law,
Or, if thou hast uphoarded in thy life

To our most valiant brother. - So much for him.
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth,

Now for ourself, and for this time of meeting.

same.