To think it was fo? Oh give me thy hand, For here lyes Juliet ----- Oh my love, my wife And shake the yoke of inaufpicious stars From this world-weary'd fleth. Eyes, look your laft! A datelefs bargain to engroffing death! f thy. Here's Here's to my love! oh true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kifs I die. Enter Friar Lawrence with lanthorn, craw, and Spade. Fri. St. Francis be my fpeed, how oft to-night Have my old feet stumbled at graves? who's there? Pet. 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 eyeless fculls as I difcern, It burneth in the Capulets monument. And there's my master, one you dearly love. Fri. Who is it? Pet. Romeo. Fri. How long hath he been there? Pet. Full half an hour. Fri. Go with me to the vault. Pet. I dare not, Sir. My master knows not but I am gone hence, If I did stay to look on his intents. Fri. Stay, then I'll go alone; fear comes upon me; O much I fear fome ill unlucky thing. Pet. As I did fleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master flew him. Fri. Romeo! Alack, alack, what blood is this which ftains 6 And And steep'd in blood? ah what an unkind hour Is guilty of this lamentable chance? The lady stirs. Jul. [awaking.] Oh comfortable Friar, where's my lord? I do remember well where I fhould be; And there I am; but where is Romeo? Fri. I hear some noife! Lady, come from that nest A greater Power than we can contradict, Stay not to question, for the watch is coming. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. [Exit. [Kills herself. Boy. This is the place, there where the torch doth burn. Watch. The ground is bloody. Search about the church-yard, Go fome of you, whom e'er you find attach. Pitiful sight! here lies the County slain, 8 'Tis in thy fheath. Go Go tell the Prince, run to the Capulets, Enter fome of the watch with Romeo's man. 2 Watch. Here's Romeo's man, we found him in the church yard. I Watch. Hold him in fafety 'till the Prince comes hither. 3 Enter Friar and a third Watchman. Watch. Here is a Friar that trembles, fighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him, As he was coming from this church-yard fide. 1 Watch. A great suspicion: stay the Friar too. SCENE V.. Enter the Prince and attendants. Prince. What mifadventure is fo early up, That calls our person from our morning's rest? Enter Capulet and lady Capulet. Cap. What should it be that they so shriek abroad? La. Cap. The people in the street cry Romeo, Some Juliet, and fome Paris; and all run With open out-cry tow'rd our monument. Prince. What fear is this which startles in your ears? Watch. Sovereign, here lyes the County Paris flain, And Romeo dead, and Juliet (dead before) Warm and new kill'd. Prince. Search, seek, and know how this foul murther comes. 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! U u This This dagger hath mifta'en, for foe the fheath, 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 out-rage for a while, 'Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true defcent; And lead you ev❜n to death. Mean time forbear, Fri. I am the greateft, able to do least, My felf condemned, and my felf excus'd. Prince. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Fri. I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not fo long as is a tedious tale. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And the there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I loe his house Is empty on the back of Mountague, And is mis-fheathed 8 down |