To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Rom. I muft indeed, and therefore came I hither. By urging me to fury. Oh be gone! And apprehend thee for a felon here. Rom. Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy. Page. [They fight, Paris falls. [Without.] O Lord, they fight! I will go call the Par. Oh I am flain; if thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. Rom. In faith, I will let me perufe this face- For here lyes Juliet-Oh, my love, my wife! [Watch. [Dies. Than Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Forgive me, coufin.Ah dear Juliet, With worms that are thy chamber-maids; oh here And shake the yoke of inaufpicious ftars From this world-weary'd flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your laft embrace! and lips, oh you The doors of breath, feal with a righteous kifs A dateless bargain to engroffing death!! Come, bitter conduct! come, unfavoury guide! The dafhing rocks my fea-fick weary bark: Here's to my love! oh true apothecary! [Drinks the poison. Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. [Dies. Enter Friar Lawrence with lantborn, crow and fpade. Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, how oft to-night Have my old feet ftumbled at graves? who's there? Bal. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Fri. Blifs be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyelefs fculls? as I difcern, It burneth in the Capulets monument. Bal. It doth fo, holy Sir, And there's my mafter, one you dearly love. Bal. Romeo Fri. How long hath he been there? Bal. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. U 3 Bal. Bal. I dare not, Sir. My master knows not but I am gone hence, Fri. Stay then, I'll go alone; fear comes upon me; O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing. Bal. As I did fleep under this yew-tree here, Fri. Romeo? Alack, alack, what blood is this which stains The Lady ftirs. Jul. [Awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where's my Lord? I do remember well where I should be And there I am; but where is Romeo? Fri. I hear fome noife! Lady, come from that neft A greater Power than we can contradict, Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away: Oh churl, drink all, and leave no friendly drop Haply fome poifon yet doth hang on them; [Exit. Enter Enter Boy and Watch. Watch. Lead, boy; which way? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! [Finding a Dagger. Go fome of you, whome'er you find attach. [Exeunt fome of the Watch. Pitiful fight! here lies the County flain, 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 Mountagues, fome others fearch. Enter fome of the Watch with Balthafar. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church-yard. 1 Watch. Hold him in fafety 'till the Prince comes hither. Enter Friar and a third Watchman. 3 Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this fpade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide. I Watch. A great fufpición: ftay the Friar too. Enter the Prince and Attendants. Prince. What mifadventure is fo early up, That calls our perfon from our morning's reft? Enter Capulet and Lady Capulet. Cap. What should it be that they fo fhriek abroad? U 4 2 Search about the church-yard; With With open out-cry tow'rd our monument. Prince. What fear is this which fstartles in your ears? Watch, Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd. [comes. Prince. Search, feek, and know how this foul murther Watch. Here is a Friar, and flaughter'd Romeo's man, With inftruments upon them, fit to open These dead mens tombs. Cap. Oh heav'n! oh wife, look how our daughter bleeds! The point mif-fheathed in my daughter's bofom. Enter Mountague. Prince. Come, Mountague, for thou art early up, Moun. Alas, my Liege,, my wife is dead to-night, Moun. Oh thou untaught, what manners is in this, Prince. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, And know their fpring, their head, their true defcent And lead you ev'n to death. Mean time forbear, Bring forth the parties of fufpicion. Fri. I am the greatest, able to do least, 3'Do make against me, of this direful murther; Prince. |