As I remember, this fhould be the house.
Being holy-day, the beggar's fhop is fhut.
What ho! apothecary!

Enter Apothecary.

Ap. Who calls fo 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 spreading geer,
As will disperse it self thro' all the veins,
That the life-weary Taker may fall dead;
And that the trunk may be discharg'd of breath,
As violently, as hafty powder fir'd

Doth hurry from the fatal cannon's womb.

Ap. Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.

Rom. Art thou fo bare and full of wretchedness,
< And fear'ft to die? famine is in thy cheeks,
'Need and oppreffion ftare within thine eyes,
• Contempt and beggary hang on thy back:
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, confents.
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 dispatch you straight.

Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to mens fouls,
Doing more murther in this loathfom world,

Than these poor compounds that thou may'st not sell:
I fell thee poison, thou haft fold me none.

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Farewel, buy food, and get thee into flesh.

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thy felf in flefb.

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Come

Come cordial, and not poison, go with me

To Juliet's grave, for there mult I use thee.

[Exeunt.

SCEN E II.

The Monaftery at Verona.

Enter Friar John to Friar Lawrence.

OLY Franciscan Friar! brother! ho!

John. H°

Law. This fame fhould be the voice of Friar
John.

Welcome from Mantua; what fays Romeo?
Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter.
John. Going to find a bare-foot brother out,
One of our order, to affociate me,
Here in this city vifiting the fick;

And finding him, the fearchers of the town
Sufpecting that we both were in a house
Where the infectious peftilence did reign,
Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth,
So that my speed to Mantua there was staid..

Law. Who bore 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.

Law. 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.

[Exit.

Law.

Law. Now muft I to the monument alone:

Within these three hours will fair Juliet wake;
She will befhrew me much, that Romeo
Hath had no notice of thefe accidents:
But I will write again to Mantua,

And keep her at my cell 'till Romeo come.

Poor living coarse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb!

[Exit.

A Church-yard: In it, a Monument belonging to the Capulets. Enter Paris and his Page, with a light.

Par.

G'

IVE me thy torch, boy; hence, and stand aloof.
Yet put it out, for I would not be seen :

Under yond dyew-trees lay thee all along,
Laying thy ear close to the hollow ground;
So shall no foot upon the church-yard tread,
(Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves)
But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me,
As fignal that thou hear'ft something approach.
Give me those flow'rs. Do as I bid thee; go.
Page. I am almost afraid to ftand alone

Here in the church-yard, yet I will adventure.

Par. Sweet flow'r! with flow'rs thy bridal bed I ftrew;

Fair Juliet, that with angels doft remain,

Accept this lateft favour at my hand,

That living honour'd thee, and being dead
With fun'ral obfequies adorn thy tomb.

[Exit.

[Strewing flowers.

[The Boy whistles.

The boy gives warning, fomething doth approach, What curfed foor wanders this way to-night,

To cross my obfequies, and true love's rites?

What with a torch? muffle me, night, a while.

Enter Romeo and Peter with a light.

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'ft or feeft, ftand all aloof,
And do not interrupt me in my course.
Why I defcend 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, doft return to pry
In what I further fhall intend to do,
By heaven I will tear thee joint by joint,

And ftrew this hungry church-yard with thy limbs;
The time and my intents are favage, wild,

More fierce and more inexorable far

Than empty tygers, or the roaring fea.

Pet. I will be gone Sir, and not trouble you.

Rom. So fhalt thou win my favour. Take thou that,
Live and be profp'rous, and farewel good fellow.
Pet. For all this fame, I'll hide me hereabout;

His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt.

Rom. Thou deteftable maw, thou womb of death,
Gorg'd with the dearest morfel of the earth;
Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open,

[Exit.

[Breaking open the monument.

And

And in defpight I'll cram thee with more food.

Par. This is that banisht haughty Mountague
That murther'd my love's coufin; (with which grief
It is supposed the fair creature dy'd,)

And here is come to do fome villanous fhame
To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.
Stop thy unhallow'd toil, vile Mountague:
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 defp'rate man,
Fly hence and leave me: think upon those gone,
Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth,
Pull not another fin upon my head,

By urging me to fury. Oh be gone!
By heav'n I love thee better than my self;
For I come hither arm'd against my self.
Par. I do defie thy commiferation,

And apprehend thee for a felon here.

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

[They Fight, Paris falls.

Page. Oh lord they fight! I will go call the watch.
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-
Mercutio's kinfman! Noble County Paris!
What faid my man, when my betofsed soul
Did not attend him as we rode? I think
He told me Paris fhould have married Juliet.
Said he not fo? or did I dream it fo?

Or am I mad, hearing him talk of Juliet ;

* Some lines are left out here and afterwards, which are unworthy of Shakespear, and no hint of them to be found in the old edition.

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