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Ah me! how sweet is love itself possest,
Is death, to any he that utters them. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy? Rom. Art thou so bare, and fullof wretchedness, Enter Balthasar.
And fear'st to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, News from Verona!How now, Balthasar ? Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes, Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? 5 Upon thy back hangs ragged misery, How doth my lady? Is my father well?
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law: How fares my Juliet? That I ask again ;
The world affords no law to make thee rich; For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Balth. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Apo. My poverty, but not my will, consents. Her body sleeps in Capulet's monument,
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will. And her immortal part with angels lives;
Apo. Put this in any Jiquid thing you will, I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
and drink it off; and, if you had the strength And presently took post to tell it you:
Of twenty inen, it would dispatch you straight. O pardon nie for bringing these ill news,
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's Since
15 you did leave it for my office, sir.
souls, Rom. Is it even so ? then I defy you, stars! Doing more murders in this loathsome world, Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper, Than these poor compounds that thou may'st pot And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none. [sell:
Balth. Pardon me, sir, I dare not leave you thus: Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in tleshYour looks are pale and wild, and do import 20 Come, cordial, and pot poison; go with me Some misadventure.
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee. Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
[Escurt. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do:
SCENE II. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Friar Lawrence's Cell. Balth. No, my good lord.
Enter Friar John. Rom. No matter; get thee gone,
John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho! And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
Enter Friar Lawrence. [Erit Balthasar. Law. This same should be the voiceoffriar John. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo ? Let's see for means:-0, mischief! thou art swift 30 Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out, I do remember an apothecary,-
One of our order, to associate me,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; An alligator stutt'd, and other skins
So that iny speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
Law. Who bare my letter then to Ronieo? A beggarly account of empty boxes,
40 John. I could not send it --here it is again, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses, So fearful were they of infection. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Law. Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, Noting this penury, to myself I said
The letter was not nice', but full of charge An if a man did need a poison now,
45 Of dear import; and the neglecting it Whose sale is present death in Mantua,
May do much danger: Friar John, go hence; Here lives a caitijf wretch would sell it him. Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight O, this same thought did but fcre-run my need; Cnto my cell. And this same needy man must sell it me.
John. Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. [Erit. As I remember, this should be the house:
Law. Now must I to the monument alone; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake; What, ho! apothecary!
She will beshrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of these accidents:
[poor; But I will write again to Mantua, Rom. Come hither, man.--I see, that thou art55 And keep her at my cell till Romeo come; Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
(Enit. As will disperse itself through all the veins,
SCENE III. That the life-weary taker may fall dead; A Church-yard; in it, a Monument belonging to And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath 60
the Capulets. As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Enter Paris, and his Page with a torch. Doth hurry from the tatal cannon's womb. (law Par. Give me thy torch, boy: Hence, and Apo. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's
stand aloof; Pi.e, was not written on a trivial or foolish subject.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen.
Par, This is that banish'd haughty Montague,
That murder'd my love's cousin ;—with which
Page. I am almost afraid to stand alone Obey, and go with me; for thou must die.
ther. Par. Sweet flower, with Aowers I strew thy Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man, bridal bed: [Strewing flowers. Fly hence and leave me;
think upon these gone; Sweet tomb, that in thy circuit dost contain Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, The perfect model of eternity;
15 Pull not another sin upon my head, Fair Juliet, that with angels dost remain,
By urging me to fury:-0, be gone!
By heaven, I love thee better than myself;
[The boy whistles.20 A madman's mercy bade thee run away. The boy gives warning; something doth
approach. Par. I do defy thy conjuration?,
[Thiey fight, Paris falls. Enter Romeo, and Balthasar with a torch, &c. 25 Page. Olord ! they fight: I will go call thewatch. Rom. Give me that mattock, and the wrenching Pur. O, I am slain !- If thou be merciful, iron.
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. [Dies.
Did not attend him as we rode? I think,
He told me, Paris should have marry'd Juliet: Is, partly, to behold my lady's face:
Said he not so? or did I dream it so ? But, chiefly, to take thence from her dead finger 35 Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet, A precious ring; a ring, that I must use
To think it was so?---0, give me thy hand, In dear employment': therefore hence, be One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! gone:
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave, But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry
A grave? O, no; a lanthorn, slaughter'd youth,
40 For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes
[Laying Paris in the monument. More fierce, and more inexorable far,
How oft when men are at the point of death
Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,
Balth. For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout;50 Thou art not conquerd; beauty's ensign yet His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.
Is crimson in thy lips, and in thy cheeks,
[Exit Balthasar. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-Rom. Thou detestable maw,thou womb of death, Tybalt, ly’st thou there in thy bloody sheet? Gorgʻd with the dearest morsel of the earth, 0, what more favour can I do to thee, Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open, 55 Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, [Breaking up the monument. To sunder his that was thine
enemy? And, in despight, I'll cram thee with more food !! Forgive me, cousin !---Ah, dear Juliet,
I That is, action of importance. -Gems were supposed to have great powers and virtues. conceived Romeo to have burst open the monument for no other purpose than to do some villainous shame on the dead bodies, such as witches are reported to have practised; and therefore tells him he defies him, and the magic arts which he suspects he is preparing to use.-To defy, also anciently meant to refuse or deny; therefore Paris may mean—I refuse to do as thou conjurest me to do, i. e. to depart. A presence is a public room. 3 SR
Why art thou yet so fair? Shall I believe- I do remember well where I should be,
[Noise within. And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Luw. I hear some noise.—Lady, come from that Thee here in dark to be his paramour.
nest For fear of that, I will stay with thee;
Of death, contagion, and unnatural“ sleep; And never from this palace of dim night
A greater power than we can contradict Depart again: here, here will I remain
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away: With worms that are thy chambermaids; O, here Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Will I set up my everlasting rest';
10 And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars [last! Among a sisterhood of holy puns : From this world-wearied flesh.---Eyes, look your Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, () you Come, go, good Juliet,-[noise aguin;] Idare stay The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
[Erii. A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
15 Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away:Come, bitter conduct?, come, unsavoury guide! What’s here? acup, clos'd in my true love's land? Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on Poison, I sce, hath been his timeless end:The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! O churl! drink all; and leave no friendly drop, Here's to thy health, where'er thou tumblest in : To help me after:- I will kiss thy lips; llcre’stomy love!--[Drinks;]0, true apothecary: 20 Uaply, some poison yet doth hang on them, Thydrugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. [Dics. To make me die with a restorative. (Kisses him. Enier Friur Lawrence, with a lanthorn, crow and Thy lips are warm! spade.
(night Walch. [within.] Lead, boy:-Which way? Law. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft to- Jul. Yea, noise-then I'll be brief.-0 happy Have
my old feet stumbled at graves ?!--Who's 25 dagger! [Snatching Romeo's dagger. there?
This is thy sheath; [stabs herself;] there rust, and Enter Balthasar.
let me die. Balth. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows Enter Watch, with the Page of Paris.
[friend, Page. This is the place; there, where the torch Law. Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my
doth burn. What torch is yond, that vainly lends his liglat Watch. The ground is bloody; Search about To grubs and eyeless sculls ? As I discern,
the church-yard; It burneth in the Capulets' monument.
Go, some of you, whóine'er you find, attach. Balth. It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master,
[Ereunt some. One that you love.
35 Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain ;Lan: Who is it?
And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Balth. Romeo,
Who here hath lain these two days buried.Law. How long hath be been there?
Go, tell the prince,-run to the Capulets, Balth. Full halt an hour.
Raise up the Montagues,—some others search:Law. Go with me to the vault.
40 We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; Balth. I dare not, sir:
But the true ground of all these piteous woes My master know's not but I
hence; We cannot without circumstance descry. And fearfully did menace me with death,
Enter some of the Watch, with Balthasar. If I did stay to look on his intents. me :) 2 Hatch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him Law. Stay then, I'll go alone.--Fear comes upon
in the church-yard. 0, much I fear some ill unlucky thing.
1 Watch. Hold bin in safety, 'till the prince Balth. As I did sleep under this yew-tree here,
come hither. I dreamt my master and another fought,
Enter another Watchman, with Friar lawrence. And that my inaster slew him.
3 Watch. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, Law. Romeo:
50 Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains We took this matiock and this spade from him, The stony entrance of this sepulchre?
As he was coming from this church-yard side. What mean these masterless and gory swords i l'atch. A great suspicion; Stay the friar 100. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
Enter ihe Prince, and Attendants. Romeo! O, pale! -Who else? what, Paris too? 55 Prince. What misadventure is so early up, And steep'd in blood :--Ah, what an unkind hour That calls our person from our morning's rest? Is guilty of this lamentable chance !
Enter Capulet, and Lady Gapulet, dic. The lady stirs.
Cap. What should it be, that theyso shrick abroad: Jul. Lwaking: ] 0, comfortable friar, where is La. Cap. The people in the street cry-Romeo,
160 Somne-Juliet, and some--Paris; and all run, · See a note on scene 5th of the preceding act. To set up one's rest, is to be determined to any certain purpose, to rest in perfect confidence and resolution, to make up one's mind. • Conduct for conductor. 3 This accident was reckoned ominous. • Shakspeare alludes to the sleep of Juliet, which was unnatural, being brought on by drugs.
With open out-cry, toward our monument. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave, Prince. What fear is this, which startles in our Being the time the potion's force should cease. ears?
But he, which bore iny letter, friar John, Watch.Sovereign, here lies the county Paris slain; Was stay'd by accident ; and yesternight And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, 5 Return'd my letter back: Then all alone, Warnı, and new kill'd.
At the prefixed hour of her waking, Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; murder comes.
Meaning to keep her closely at my cell, Watch. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's Till I conveniently could send to Romeo: man;
10 But, when I came, (some minute ere the time With instruments upon them, fit to open Of her awaking) here untimely lay These dead men's tombs.
The noble Paris, and true Romeo, dead. Cap. O, heaven
!, wife! look how our She wakes; and I entreated her come forth, daughter bleeds !
And bear this work of heaven with patience: This dagger hath mista'en, for, lo! his house 15 But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; Lies empty on the back of Montague,
And she, too desperate, would not go with me, And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom. But (as it seems) did violence on herself.
La. Cap. O me! this sight of death is as a bell All this I know: and to the marriage That warns my old age to a sepulchre.
Her nurse is privy: And, if aught in this Enter Montague, and others. 20 Miscarry'd by my fault, let my old life Prince.Come, Montague, for thou art early up, Be sacrific'd, some hour before his time, To see thy son and heir more early down. Unto the rigour of severest law.
Mon. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Prince. We still have known thee for a holy Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against my age?
|25 Where's Romeo's man? what can he say to this? Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.
Balth. I brought my master news of Juliet's Mon. Othou untaught! what manners is in this,
death; To press before thy father to a grave?
And then in post he came from Mantua, Prince. Seal up the mouth ofoutrage for a while, To this same place, to this same monument. "Till we can clear these ambiguities,
30 This letter he early bid me give his father; And know their spring, their head, their true de- And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, scent;
If I departed not, and left him there. And then will I be general of your woes,
Prince. Give me the letter, I will look on it. And lead you even to death : Mean time forbear, Where is the county's page that rais’d the watch?-And let mischance be slave to patience. 35 Sirrah, what made your master in this place? Bring forth the parties of suspicion.
Page. He came with flowers to strew his lady's Law. I am the greatest, able to do least,
grave; Yet most suspected, as the time and place And bid me stand aloof, and so I did: Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Anon, comes one with light to ope the tomb; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge 40 And, by-and-by, my master drew on him; Myself condemned and myself excus'd.
And then I ran away to call the watch. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know Prince. This letter doth make good the friar's in this.
words, Law. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Is not so long as is a tedious tale.
45 And here he writes, that he did buy a poison
Mon. But I can give thee more
That, while Verona by that name is known, A sleeping potion ; which so took'effect
There shall no figure at such rate be set, As I intended, for it wrought on her
160 As that of true and faithful Juliet. The form of death : mean time I writ to Rome, Cup. As rich shall Romeo by his lady lie; That he should hither come as this dire night, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
It appears that the dagger was anciently worn behind the back.
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Prince. Prince. A glooming peace this morning with Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished': it brings;
For never was a story of more woe, The sun, for sorrow, will not shew his head : Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
[Exeunt omnes. · Mr. Steevens savs, that this line has reference to the novel from which the fable is taken. Here we read that Juliet's female attendant was banished for concealing her marriage; Romeo's servant set at liberty, because he had only acted in obedience to his master's orders; the apothecary taken, tortured, condemned, and hanged'; while friar Lawrence was permitted to retire to a hermitage in the neighbourhood of Verona, where he ended his life in penitence and peace.