Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body Upon a rapier's point: -Stay, Tybalt, stay!Romeo, I come! this do I drink to thee.
She throws herself upon the bed.
SCENE IV. - CAPULET's hall.
Enter Lady CAPULET and Nurse.
La. Cap. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse.
Nurse. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry.
Cap. Come, stir, stir, stir! the second cock
hath crow'd,
The curfew bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock :-
Look to the bak'd meats, good Angelica:
Spare not for cost.
Nurse. Go, go, you cot-quean, go,
Get you to bed; 'faith, you'll be sick to-morrow, - For this night's watching.
Cap. No, not a whit; What! I have watch'd
All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. La. Cap. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in
But I will watch you from such watching now.
[Exeunt Lady Capulet and Nurse.
Cap. A jealous-hood, a jealous-hood!-Now,
fellow,
What's there?
Enter Servants, with spits, logs, and baskets.
1 Serv. Things for the cook, sir; but I know
not what.
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit 1 Serv.]
-Sirrah, fetch drier logs;
Call Peter, he will show thee where they are.
2 Serv. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs, ✓ And never trouble Peter for the matter. Erit. Cap. 'Mass, and well said; A merry whore
Thou shalt be logger-head.-Good faith, 'tis day:
The county will be here with music straight,
[Music within.
For so he said he would. I hear him near :-
Nurse!-Wife!-what, ho!-what, nurse, I say!
Go, waken Juliet, go, and trim her up;
I'll go and chat with Paris:-Hie, make haste,
Make haste! the bridegroom he is come already:
Make haste, I say!
[Exeunt.
SCENE V.-JULIET's chamber; JULIET on
Nurse. Mistress!-what, mistress! - Juliet! -fast, I warrant her, she:Why, lamb!-why, lady!-fye, you slug-abed!
Why, love, I say!-madam!-sweet-heart!why, bride!
What, not a word ?-you take your pennyworths
Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant,
The county Paris hath set up his rest,
That you shall rest but little.-God forgive me,
(Marry, and amen!) how sound is she asleep!
I needs must wake her:-Madam, madam, ma-
dam!
Ay, let the county take you in your bed;
He'll fright you up, i'faith.-Will it not be?
What, drest! and in your clothes! and down
again!
I must needs wake you:-Lady! lady! lady!
Alas! alas !-Help! help! my lady's dead!-
O, well-a-day, that ever I was born!-
Some aqua-vitæ, ho!-my lord! my lady!
Enter Lady CAPULET.
La. Cap. What noise is here?
Nurse. O lamentable day!
La. Cap. What is the matter?
Nurse. Look, look! O heavy day!
La. Cap. O me, O me!-my child, my only life, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!Help, help!-call help.
Cap. For shame, bring Juliet forth: her lord Nurse. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day!
La. Cap. Alack the day! she's dead, she's dead, she's dead.
Cap. Ha! let me see her:-Out, alas! she's cold;
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff;
Life and these lips have long been separated:
Death lies on her, like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Accursed time! unfortunate old man!
Nurse. O lamentable day!
La. Cap. O woful time!
Cap. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make
me wail,
Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak.
Enter Friar Laurence and PARIS, with
Musicians.
Fri. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Cap. Ready to go, but never to return: O son, the night before thy wedding day Hath death lain with thy bride: -See, there she
Flower as she was, deflowered by him.
Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir;
My daughter he hath wedded! I will die,
And leave him all; life leaving, all is death's.
Par. Have I thought long to see this morning's
face,
And doth it give me such a sight as this?
La. Cap. Accurs'd, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!
Most miserable hour, that e'er time saw
In lasting labour of his pilgrimage!
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight.
Nurse. O woe! O woful, woful, woful day!
Most lamentable day! most woful day,
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day! O day! O day! O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this:
O woful day, O woful day!
Pet. Musicians, O musicians, Heart's ease, heart's ease: O, an you will have me live, play -heart's ease.
1 Mus. Why heart's ease? Pet. O, musicians, because my heart itself plays-My heart is full of woe: O, play me
Par. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, some merry dump, to comfort me.
Most détestable death, by thee beguil'd,
By cruel cruel thee quite overthrown!-
O love! O life!-not life, but love in death!
Cap. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!
Uncomfortable time! why cam'st thou now
To murder murder our solemnity?-
O child! O child!-my soul, and not my child!-
Dead art thou, dead!-alack! my child is dead;
And with my child, my joys are buried!
Fri. Peace, ho, for shame! confusion's cure lives not
In these confusions. Heaven and yourself
Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all,
And all the better is it for the maid:
Your part in her you could not keep from death;
But heaven keeps his part in eternal life.
The most you sought was-her promotion;
For 'twas your heaven she should be advanc'd:
And weep ye now, seeing she is advanc'd,
Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself?
O, in this love, you love your child so ill,
That you run mad, seeing that she is well:
She's not well married, that lives married long;
But she's best married, that dies married young.
Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
On this fair corse; and, as the custom is,
In all her best array bear her to church:
For though fond nature bids us all lament,
Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
Cap. All things, that we ordained festival,
Turn from their office to black funeral:
Our instruments, to melancholy bells;
Our wedding cheer, to a sad burial feast;
Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change;
Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse,
And all things change them to the contrary.
Fri. Sir, go you in,-and, madam, go with him ;
And go, sir Paris; every one prepare
To follow this fair corse unto her grave:
The heavens do low'r upon you, for some ill;
Move them no more, by crossing their high will.
[Exeunt Capulet, Lady Capulet, Paris,
1 Mus. 'Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone.
2 Mus. Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play
Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1 Mus. What will you give us?
Pet. No money, on my faith; but the gleek; I will give you the minstrel.
1 Mus. Then will I give you the servingcreature.
Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on your pate. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you, I'll fa you: Do you note me?
1 Mus. An you re us, and fa us, you note us. 2 Mus. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Pet. Then have at you with my wit; I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger:-Answer me like men:
When griping grief the heart doth wound,
And doleful dumps the mind oppress,
Then music, with her silver sound;
Why, silver sound? why, music with her silver sound?
What say you, Simon Catling?
1 Mus. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound.
Pet. Pretty! What say you, Hugh Rebeck? 2 Mus. I say-silver sound, because musicians
SCENE I.-Mantua. A street.
And breath'd such life with kisses in my lips,
That I reviv'd, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess'd,
When but love's shadows are so rich in joy!
News from Verona!-How now, Balthasar?
Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar?
How doth my lady? Is my father well?
How fares my Juliet? That I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well.
Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds,
Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses,
Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show.
Noting this penury, to myself I said-
An if a man did need a poison now,
Whose sale is present death Mantua,
Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, this same thought did but fore-run my need;
And this same needy man must sell it me.
As I remember, this should be the house:
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.-
What, ho! apothecary!
Enter Apothecary.
Ap. Who calls so loud?
Rom. Come hither, man. I see, that thou art
poor;
Hold, there is forty ducats: let me have
A dram of poison; such soon-speeding geer
As will disperse itself through all the veins,
That the life-weary taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath
As violently, as hasty powder fir'd
Bal. Then she is well, and nothing can be ill; Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.
Her body sleeps in Capel's monument,
Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Rom. Art thou so bare, and full of wretched
And her immortal part with angels lives;
I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault,
And presently took post to tell it you :
O pardon me for bringing these ill news,
Since you did leave it for my office, sir.
Is death, to any he that utters them.
Rom. Is it even so? then I defy you, stars!Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and
And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night.
Bal. Pardon me, sir, I will not leave you thus:
Your looks are pale and wild, and do import
Some misadventure.
Rom. Tush, thou art deceiv'd;
Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do :
Hast thou no letters to me from the friar?
Bal. No, my good lord.
Rom. No matter; Get thee gone,
And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight.
[Exit Balthasar.
Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night.
Let's see for means: -0, mischief! thou art swift
To enter in the thoughts of desperate men!
I do remember an apothecary,-
And hereabouts he dwells, whom late I noted
In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows,
Culling of simples; meagre were his looks,
Sharp misery had worn him to the bones;
And in his needy shop a tortoise hung,
An alligator stuff"d, and other skins
Of ill-shap'd fishes; and about his shelves
A beggarly account of empty boxes,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,
Upon thy back hangs ragged misery,
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law :
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents.
Rom. I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off'; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would despatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's
souls,
Doing more murders in this loathsome world,
Than these poor compounds that thou may'st
not sell:
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewell; buy food, and get thyself in flesh.
Come, cordial, and not poison; go with me
To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.-Friar LAURENCE'S cell.
John. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho!
Enter Friar LAURENCE.
Lau. This same should be the voice of friar John.
Welcome from Mantua: What says Romeo?
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 pestilence did reign,
Sealed up 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 it thee.
Lau. Now must I to the monument alone; Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake; She will beshrew me 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!
SCENE III.-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'st something 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.
[Retires.
Par. Sweet flower, with flowers I strew 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!
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'st or seest, stand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
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, dost return to pry
In what I further shall intend to do,
By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs:
The time and my intents are savage-wild;
More fierce, and more inexorable far,
Than empty tygers, or the roaring sea.
Bal. I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Rom. So shalt thou show me friendship.-
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 monument. 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
It is supposed, the fair creature died,-
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 hence and leave me;-think upon these
gone; Let them affright thee.-I beseech thee, youth, Heap not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury :- O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself:
For I come hither arm'd against myself:
Stay not, be gone :-live, and hereafter say-
A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
Par. I do defy thy conjurations,
And do attach thee as a felon here.
Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy.
Page. O lord! they fight: I will go call the watch. [Exit Page.
Par. O, I am slain! [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 county Paris!-
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 so ?-O, give me thy hand,
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book!
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave,-
A grave? O, no; a lantern, slaughter'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: O, how may 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,
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Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, Friar LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade.
Fri. Saint Francis be my speed! how oft tonight
Have my old feet stumbled at graves !-Who's there? Who is it, that consorts, 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 so, holy sir; and there's my
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains
Than with that hand, that cut thy youth in The stony entrance of this sepulchre ?
To sunder his, that was thine enemy?
Forgive me, cousin !-Ah, dear Juliet,
Why art thou yet so 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; 0,
Will I set up my everlasting rest;
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.-Eyes, look your
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!-
Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark !
What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolour'd by this place of peace?
Enters the monument. Romeo! O, pale! - Who else? what, Paris too? And steep'd in blood?-Ah, what an unkindhour Is guilty of this lamentable chance!
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
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep;
A greater Power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents; come, come away:
Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead;
And Paris too; come, I'll dispose of thee
Among a sisterhood of holy nuns:
Stay not to question, for the watch is coming;
Come, go, good Juliet, - Noise again. I dare
stay no longer.
Exit.
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