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To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallowM toil, vile Mtuntagut:
Can vengeance be purfu'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 desp'rate man,
Fly hence and leave me: think upon those gone,
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Pull not another sin upon my head,
By urging me to fury. Oh be gone?
By heav'n, I love thee better than my self i
For I come hither arm'd against my self.

Par. 1 do defic thy commiseration,
And apprehend thee for a felon here.

Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy."

[They fight, Paris falls.

Page. [Without.] O Lord, they fight! 1 will go call the

Par. Oh I am (lain; if thou be merciful, [Watch.
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 betosied 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? Oh give me. thy hand,
One writ with me in sour Misfortune's bdok,
I'll bury thee in a triumphant grave.

For here lyes Juhet Oh, my love, my wises

Death that hath sockt 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, ly'st thou there in thy bloody sheet?
Oh what more favour can 1 do to thee,


Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain,
To sunder his that was thy enemy?
• Forgive me, cousin.——Ah dear Juliet t
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 still will 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 v oh here
Will I set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your, last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and lips, oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death! 1
Come, bitter conduct! come, unsavoury guide!
Thou desp'rate pilot, now at once run on ;.

The dashing rocks my sea-sick weary bark:
Here's to my love! oh true apothecary! [Drinks tbe poison.
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies.

Enter Friar Lawrence with lantborn, crow and spade.

Fri. StsFrancis 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 sculls? as I discern,
It burneth in the Capulets monument.

Bal. It doth so, holy Sir,
And therms my master, one you dearly love.

Fri. Who is it?

Bal. Romeo*

Fri. How long hath he been there?

Bal. Full half an hour.

Fri. Go with me to the vault.

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Bal. I dare not, Sir.
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 j fear comes upon me 5

0 much I fear some ill unlucky thing.

Bal. As I did steep under this yew-tree here,

1 dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master stew him.

Fri. Romeo? Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains The stony'entrance of this sepulchre? "What mean these masterless and goary swords To lye disoolour'd by this place of peace? -\ , .-• VI Romeo! oh pale! who else? what, Paris too? ,-./•. And steep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour ,, -x Is guilty of this lamentable chance? The Lady stirs. j

J id. [Awaking.'] Oh comfortableFriar, where's my Lord? I do remember well where I should be; :;.,!-! ..; 1

And there I am; but where is Romeo.?' '; — ..

Fri, I hear some noise 1 Lady, come from that nest ,, Of death, contagion, and unnatural steep; A greater Power than we can contradict, 1 Hath thwarted our intents j come, come away, j > .. Thy husband in thy bosom there lyes dead,;; \

And Paris too Come, I'll dispose of thee, /.:

Among a sisterhood of holy $uns: •

Stay not to question, for the Watch is coming. {Exit.

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 see hath been his timeless end.;:
Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop
To help me after? I will kiss thy lips,
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them ,
Thy sips are warm.


Enter Boy and Watcb.

Watcb. Lead, boy; which way?

Jul. Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a Dagger. This is thy sheath, there rust and let me die. [Kills hersels.

Boy. This is the place, there where the torch doth burn.

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 Mounlagues, some others search-

Enter some of the Watcb with Balthasar.

2 Watcb. Here's Romeo's man," we found him in the church-yard.

1 Watcb. Hold him in sasety 'till the Prince comes hither.

Enter Friar and a third Watchman.

3 Watcb. Here is a Friar that trembles, sighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him,

As he was coming from this church-yard side.
I Watcb. A great suspicion: stay the Friar too.


Enter the Prince and Attendants.

Prince. What misadventure is so early up,
That calls our person from our morning's rest?

Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet.
Cap. What mould it be that they so shriek abroad?
La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeot
Some Juliett and some Paris; and all run

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With open out-cry tow'rd our monument.

Prince. What sear is this which startles in your ears?

Watch, Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris slain,
And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before)
Warm and new kill'd. [comes.

Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murther

Watcb. Here is a Friar, and slaughters Romeo's man,
With instruments upon them, fit to open
These dead mens tombs.

Cap. Oh heav'n! oh wise, look how our daughter bleeds!
This dagger hath mista'en, for lo the sheath
Lyes empty on the back of Mountague,
The point mif-sheathed in my daughter's bosom.

La. Cap. Oh me, this fight of deadi is as a bell,
That warns my old age to a sepulchre.

Enter Mountague.

Prince. Come, Mountague, for thou art early up,
To see thy son and heir now early fallen.

Moun. Alas, my Liege,- my wise is dead to-night,
Grief of my son's exile hath stop'd her breath:
What surther woe conspires against my age?

Prince. Look, and thou shalt see.

Moun. Oh thou untaught, what manners is in this,
To press before thy father to a grave?

Prime. 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 then will I be General of your woes,
And lead you ev'n to deatb. Mean time forbear,
And let mischance be slave to patience.
Bring forth the parties of suspicion.

Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least,
Yet most suspected, as the time and place
3 'DoN make against me, of this diresul murther;
And here I stand both to impeach and purge
My self condemned, and my self excus'd.


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